It broke out like a knife cutting tofu, and her figure was only a few feet away from Yang Jian in the blink of an eye.

Just as she landed, four black figures flashed up, and the sharp blade in her hand broke through the wind: "The little woman dares to openly assassinate the emperor! What is the way to treat the king?"

The four of them had extremely tricky joint attacks. It was obviously a killer move that had been practiced countless times. The sword light like a pair of swords locked Garo's light red figure tightly, like a butterfly-catching net, and no life under the net could escape!

It was at this moment that a faint whip shadow suddenly appeared in the sword light like a savage.

With a "bang", the four heads rolled all over the floor before the knife was locked. Blood spurted out from the empty necks of the four people, inevitably staining the skirt embroidered with Manzhu Shahua, making the already blood-red and enchanting red flower more and more beautiful.

The figure of Danhong continued to rush towards Yang Jian without any obstacles. The four people's joint offensive almost did not achieve any hindering effect on her. In the blink of an eye, she was torn into pieces by her hand.

But before she could rise and fall, the sword energy swept over!

"The emperor's two civil and military groups are truly well-known." A smile of admiration appeared on his cherry lips, "It's just a pity."

The long whip suddenly took off his hand and rushed straight towards Yang Jian's heart. At the same time, his body jumped and he bumped into Yang Jian's arms!

"You are a moth to the fire! You are making trouble here. If you break the deal with your master, you will not be able to escape the blame!"

Yang Jian shouted coldly, and his whole body was wrapped in a ball of sword light. Such skills were not as if a debaucherous emperor could have. Even a first-class master had to raise his spirit and deal with it carefully. But Nagala seemed to be unable to see the sword light that could strangle her in an instant, and just pounced over!

The moment the sword was about to fall on her, she suddenly twisted strangely. The long sword that was supposed to pass by her throat barely shattered her shoulder clothes. When she was old, she pulled out a glass hairpin from her head, raised her hairpin and inserted it into Yang Jian's throat!

One blow will kill!

But she did not stop, but instead quickly pulled out the glass hairpin and stabbed Yang Jian dozens of times in the chest. Blood suddenly poured out from the dense holes. Then she almost stopped. She picked up the silver knife that cuts fruits and vegetables on the table and cut off his head with one knife.

Blood squirted all over her face, her pointed chin stained with blood, and the dress had a charming pattern like blood. It was paired with the indifferent but terrifying eyes, and it looked like a manzhushahua who crawled out of hell and sucked blood.

The lobby was in a mess. The guests and maids who had not been able to escape watched the extremely bloody killing that ended in a moment, and they didn't even dare to show off their anger.

Seeing the head stopping, she calmly wiped the blood from the glass hairpin clean on the veil, loosely tied up the scattered hair, picked up the whip on the ground, and suddenly turned her head to Meiji who was limp on the ground and said: "Give me the outer robe."

Meiji was so scared by her eyes that she moved back. After a while, she trembled and took off her run and handed it out.

But she pulled the outer robe, but didn't even look at her, walked straight towards the head that had rolled far away, squatted down and wrapped the head in her robe, walked to the middle of the lobby, picked up the knocked-off hat curtain, gently flicked the ashes, put it on her head, and slowly walked out with the bag that was still dripping blood in one hand.

Everyone watched her walk out calmly with fear, and she didn't even have any hope in her heart that this killing god would leave quickly. Don't care about their previous laughter. Unexpectedly, she walked to the door and suddenly turned around.

Her heart couldn't help but skip a beat, and the guests' faces were even pale, but she actually smiled and bowed again, and said softly: "I am a messenger of Tai Chi Palace, I am disturbing you from the banquet. I am not very ashamed. I apologize for this. Please forgive me."

Her movements were still so graceful and charming, with a wide range of demeanor. After a bow, she turned around slowly, and her gait disappeared gracefully into the dark night. Only the snow-white piece of paper was still fluttering in the night wind.

"Water is the waves of eyes, and the mountains are the peaks of eyebrows gathering. I want to ask the pedestrians wherever they go, and the eyebrows are full.

I have just sent you back to the spring, and I have sent you back. If I go to Jiangnan to catch up with spring, I will live with you."

This is Jiangnan, but it is not yet time to send back spring; although the ice and snow on the mountain have begun to melt, it has not yet turned out to be inlaid; there is only a little bit of fresh green on the willow trees on both sides of Yanliu Street, and it is not as good as the willows.

Gray tiles and white walls, pavilions, towers, and octagonal dripping eaves are arranged in a scattered manner with more than a hundred shops with different styles. The vendors who buy food on the roadside occasionally lift the pot and come out of the oven. The steaming mist mixed with the aroma of the food spreads in the air, making people coming and going constantly stop.

The silk shop removed the silk shop of red and purple on the shelf in winter. The materials they changed into are all bright and elegant tones, which imply that people should cut new clothes; even the rouge and dough shop that women like to visit is filled with big girls and wives from various families, and the crisp laughter is spread far away...

All of this shows a sense of prosperity and shows the prosperity and peace of this fish and rice land. However, this city in the most prosperous area in Jiangnan is still shrouded in some cold weather left over from winter, with more lively and not enough gentleness.

An exquisite carriage led by two horses slowly walked on this noisy street, but when passing by a gorgeous restaurant, it was blocked by the crowd lined up at the door. Sitting in the gorgeous carriage, closing our eyes to rest, and shouting at various hawkings along the way.

Lin Zimo, who was indifferent to the bargaining and the mouth-watering aroma of food, finally quietly lifted the curtain when a disharmonious noise exploded on the side of the car. However, he did not expect that the eyes would be like this, the eyes were full of water, the eyebrows were gathering, and the eyebrows were full.

It seems that the phoenix eyes are finely adjusted at the end of the eye and extremely perfectly shaped. It has a flat eyebrows that are sharp but slightly pointed at the end of the eye without bulging eyebrows. It has a straight nose bridge, a clear edge and a angular diamond lips, and a lip color that is as bright as a snow-like red plum.

Wearing a silver robe with light gray embroidered heart-patterned characters with smooth material, the material is neither silk nor brocade, but it is like his hair scattered around his waist, tied with sky-blue jade rings; carrying a rope wrapped in desserts, the young man's slender figure stands out among the crowd, and his body is precious.

"What a beautiful young man, I want me to see that even the top brands in Mianhua Building are not as attractive as your eyes. A few years ago, a young man I saw in Qiwuyuan also had such a pair of such beautiful phoenix eyes. What's the name? It seems to be...

Xiaofeng? Oh, that Xiaofeng really has a good voice, and a song of phoenix crying costs hundreds of taels of silver. Unfortunately, it seems that he was taken away by the financial owner and became a good person... I wonder what the relationship between the young master and that young master? When I go back with me, I will definitely be served so that I won’t let the young master show up in public. I have been in line for so long just to have a pack of snacks."

In a frivolous tone, the strong middle-aged man standing in front of the young man had a golden crown and jade belt, his face was covered with flesh, his squinting eyes were full of covetousness, and six or seven minions were followed by him, each with a strong figure and a sword.

It is not uncommon for local rich men to tease folk girls, but the target of being teased was such a jade man like an official young master, and there were more than two or three times more people watching. It was difficult to drive on such a street, and now I can only stop.

"San Young Master, look..." The coachman's voice came from a low voice, and he used his internal force to condense the voice into a trace. Such a skill cannot be easily done by ordinary people in the martial arts world, but this person can only be a coachman under others. It will really cause a lot of sighs to say such things.

"No hurry. We have plenty of time, and we have many customers to go there, so it is not easy to arrange to get together with the Murong family." After a faint statement, Lin Zimo's eyes remained on the young man who was like a cloud.

Inexplicably, he connected his figure with a squirm of clouds in the sky. Such a calm and peacefulness can be said to be a noble person who is invincible and noble, but it is also unpredictable and unpredictable. His figure is pure and noble, and his expression is inviolable and cold, arrogant and reserved, but the gaze flows in his eyes is so changeable

The flowing clouds in the sky are originally colorless. If the sky is clear, it will be clear and clear; if the sky is gloomy, it will be powerful; if the clouds are shining, it will be charming and beautiful. He is a cloud himself, and his every move and gaze flows is the sky.

"Your Excellency is a pity. But if you want to give me a gift, you should go to Qiwuyuan and turn right. You have to hurry home and let your family use snacks. Please let me go." Zhuyuan and jade-like voice sounded so nice that a pool of condensed dew was so refreshing that it made people feel unspeakable after being shocked. Even Lin Zimo took a deep breath before calming down.

Slightly shocked by the stunning voice of the audience, the middle-aged man smiled and subconsciously grabbed his hand: "Although this Ruixiangju thing is limited to sale every day, first come first served, and a long queue can only buy a fixed amount, but the snacks on my Zhao Dafu are no worse than this. The young master goes back with me and I will give you everything."

He grabbed it very quickly, and it seemed that he was still a trainer with some basic skills.

There was no more whisper in the crowd, but the young man suddenly twisted his waist and easily avoided the grab, protecting the snacks in his hand in his arms. There seemed to be nothing more important than this pack of snacks.

However, a casual twist of his waist made Lin Zimo easily think of this sentence "As graceful as a stunning geese, as gentle as a dragon." The slightly thin waist was as flexible as willow branches in the spring breeze, and his hair flew into a beautiful curve. When he turned around, he was extremely graceful, not like martial arts, but like a dance, making people unable to help but want to attach his hand to his willow-like waist and experience what kind of touch it felt.
Chapter completed!