Yanzhi was shocked, and slowly clenched the hilt of the knife with her hand, and suspected that she was cheating, so she didn't dare to move. There was fog around her, and she couldn't determine Su Mu's direction at all, and she suddenly became a little nervous.

The fog in the forest became more and more scattered, quiet and deep. The occasional sound of insects made the surroundings even more quiet and gloomy.

The rouge-colored glass-colored eyes were rotating uneasy, looking around over and over again, and the whole person was extremely tense.

After waiting for a while, there was no movement, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but she was still feeling uneasy, so she stood patiently for half an hour. The fog in the forest gradually dissipated, and it was not safe to stay any longer. The pain in her chest had gradually slowed down. Yanzhi slowly walked out from behind the tree and faced Su Mu standing in the forest.

Rouge's feet suddenly stopped, his pupils kept shrinking. He was still there, and he was waiting quietly! How morbid and sinister was this mind. He knew her location, but he actually...

He just deliberately made her nervous and teased her for fun.

Su Mu raised his lips slightly when he saw her coming out, his eyebrows and eyes were covered with a strange smile, and he asked gently, "Yangzhi, are you afraid?"

Yanzhi looked at him and couldn't help but chill, and couldn't help but take a step back, looking at him with vigilance.

Su Muan stood quietly, his blue robe made him look like a jade-like face, gentle and gentle. He looked like a humble gentleman, but he just looked like a gentleman on the surface.

When Yanzhi thought of the life of an innocent person, she felt a little sad and her eyes couldn't help but feel a little bit cold. She silent for a long time before asking in a low voice: "Why is that old man dead, don't you feel any guilt in your heart?"

Su Mu lowered his eyelashes slightly and replied calmly: "What, I'm sorry for your adulterer?"

Yanzhi frowned slightly, not wanting to accept such meaningless words at all. She was only obsessed with that answer. Although she knew this answer, she still wanted to hear different words from him, "Do you regret it, even if it's... a little bit?"

Su Muqing raised his eyes and looked over with a faint sarcasm on his face. He sneered slowly: "I never regret doing things, but now it's a pity that I didn't kill his son together."

Yanzhi suddenly closed her eyes when she heard this, and felt that her heart was extremely sore.

After a while, she slowly opened her eyes and looked at Su Mu. She should have known what kind of compassion could a person like him have.

Yanzhi felt a burst of pain in her heart. When she was disappointed, she gradually became angry. She raised her hand and held the hilt of the knife, slowly pulled out the knife in her hand, and said sharply: "What a guy didn't kill his son together. Su Mu, what you said is so good." Yanzhi's eyes suddenly became fierce, she threw the scabbard suddenly, swung the knife forward and slashed at him.

Seeing that she suddenly stepped forward, Su Mu's eyes sank, calmly insisted on folding fan blocking it, hitting the knife back, and hit Yanzhi with his right hand.

Yanzhi hurriedly put away the knife and turned around to avoid it. Her black clothes were swinging in the air, her eyes trembled, and half of the space suddenly swung the knife at an extremely strange angle.

Su Mu avoided sideways, the blade brushed across his neck, and a strand of hair fell on the blade, touching the blade cut into two pieces and slowly falling down.

Su Mu watched his hair fall slightly, his face with a calm expression.

Once Yanzhi succeeded, she waved the knife forward, and the sharp knife face shattered into thousands under the moonlight, like thousands of knives.

Su Mu's eyebrows slightly folded, and with a "pop", the folding fan was unfolded and blocked the blade accurately. The blade trembled slightly and made a clear and sarcastic sound. His movements were clean and neat, and his flowing water looked good.

The blade trembled slightly, making Yange's wrist numb, and the pain spread to her chest along her arms, which made her almost unable to hold the knife in her hand.

She tried hard to hold the knife, and Su Mu stepped forward, raised his folding fan and slapped it as a sword to hit Yanzhi's chest.

Yanzhi was beaten even before she could close her posture, and she took a few steps back. She felt a sharp stinging pain in her chest. She barely stabilized her body with a knife. The pain in her chest suddenly spread and a stream of blood surged on her head. She pressed her chest, and a burst of pain suddenly coughed up blood.

This evil man is too ruthless and picks the position too accurately. Such injuries make it more difficult for her to become more and more difficult.

The rouge breath was disordered, his chest was fluctuating violently, and his chest was filled with unbearable pain after breathing. His delicate and white forehead was slowly covered with fine sweat beads, his lips were stained with blood, and a bloodstained from the corners of his mouth winded down.

Su Mu looked at her indifferently, raised his hand and touched his neck, reached out to see that his fingertips were dyed red, and the bright red blood stains were particularly obvious on his white fingers.

Su Mu's expression became more and more unpredictable, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. It became more and more strange in this gloomy and quiet forest, and it made people shudder when they looked.

He looked at Yanzhi for a long time, and suddenly said meaningfully: "Yangzhi, you are really good at hiding it so deeply."

Yanzhi heard it in her ears, and her heart suddenly became angry, and she said sarcastically: "I can't compare to the young master, and animals pretend to be like humans."

Su Mu's eyes suddenly sank, and the smile on his face disappeared without a trace, looking at her expressionlessly.

Yanzhi slowly stood up, her palms numb and she couldn't hold the knife at all. While paying attention to Su Mu, she raised her hand to tear the corners of her clothes, wrapped her hands and the handle of the knife, and wrapped them in circles, and wrapped them tightly.

Seeing this, Su Mu sneered, "Overbial power."

Yanzhi was furious and raised the knife in her hand. The blade brought out a sharp wind and said word by word: "It's better to overestimate one's ability than not having a good heart!"

After three lifetimes, he was so despicable that he was harming the innocent, but she ignored it again and again and favored her. So what was wrong with her!

Yanzhi's eyes were cold and she pointed at Su Mu with a sharp look: "A gentleman is kind, helps the weak and supports the weak; a gentleman is straight and has good virtues.

Since you do evil and do not argue with kindness, you should kill him!" Yanzhi paused slightly, and mist appeared in her eyes. After a moment, she was heartbroken and said sternly: "You should pay for your life if you kill someone, and you should pay for your mistakes. This is the way!" My hair was black ink, her lips were stained with blood, and the dazzling light on the blade dyed her eyebrows and eyes, which could be so heart-wrenching in one breath.

The eyebrows and eyes are stern and righteous, and the sharpness of the whole body is revealed. The aura that is separated from the appearance is originally a heart-breaking sound. It is like a ray of light splitting through the clouds and mist and sprinkling suddenly, making people unable to avoid it, and suddenly lose their heartbeat.

Su Mu looked at her and looked a little stunned.

Yanzhi flew forward suddenly, and raised his knife to slash him from top to bottom.

The blade attacked Su Mu with a bitter wind. He came to his senses, lifted the folding fan and secretly used internal strength, and knocked the knife with a "bang".

Yanzhi frowned fiercely and raised her foot toward Su Mu's legs.

Su Mu turned slightly, his body was very fast, and his eyes had moved lightly behind her before he could even notice it. He reached out to put his hand on her slender waist, hugged her soft and tender body, and his thin lips touched her small and delicate ears. He said in ambiguously and lightly: "If you kick it so hard, what will you use in the future?"

Yanzhi was so angry that his face turned red. He dared to play with him like a prostitute. She raised her arm and used all her strength to swing the knife towards the two of them, and simply died together.

Su Mu's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he raised his folding fan and hit her wrist hard. Yanzhi's entire arm was numb and he suddenly lost his strength.

She felt panic and hurriedly raised her other arm, and hit Su Mu hard with her elbow, hitting Su Mu in an anxious manner.

Su Mu refused to let go, bent his legs forward, and pushed her knees hard. Yange's legs bent and fell to the ground, and he became more and more forceful. The man was already much stronger, but now he is fighting hard, how can she fight?

Before the reaction was enough, Su Mu had already crushed her to the ground. Yanzhi frowned fiercely, his heart became angry, and he struggled desperately, raised his hand and waved his knife backwards.

Su Mu grabbed her hand and folded it back, with a very ruthless force, without any mercy.

"Yeah!" Yanzhi groaned, and cold sweat broke out. He felt that his arm was broken by him. The pain in his hand reached his chest. He didn't breathe for a while, and his eyes became dark and he fainted.

Su Mu was silent for a while. Seeing that Yanzhi was silent at all, he turned over, his slender eyelashes drooped, his forehead was sweating, and his hair became more and more pale and weak, as if he had just been ravaged.

Seeing that the person fainted, Su Mu frowned slightly, stood up and was about to pick him up, but saw that there was a knife tied to her hand.

Su Mumo reached out to untie for a while, but the tie was so tight that it could not be untie. He closed his eyebrows hard, and his hands became more and more arrogant. He pulled and pulled the cloth belt hard, causing red marks to be strangled with thin white hands.

Su Mu picked up the knife and threw it hard. With a "bang", the knife fell into the distance like a piece of ragged iron. When he saw that he was satisfied, he stood up and carried the rouge on his shoulders, looked around and slightly distinguished the direction, and then walked back slowly with the "prey".

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I saw the opinion, thank you, Momoda, double update (┯_┯), I have to spend four hours of waste when I practice a chapter, expressing despair, and live with a smile..."

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