C7

Suddenly, a thick killing intent filled the air.

Layers of cumulus clouds gradually enveloped the ghostly glow of the moon.

In an instant, a killing intent filled the air. Cygnus cursed silently. It must be those men in black who came to our door. He quickly threw away the jar of wine in his hand, jumped down from the bed, and rushed towards the room where Meng Qingwu was staying.

The monk thought for a while at the door. He felt it was impolite to barge in now, but his life was at stake. If she cared about that, he would just marry her. Then he would stop hesitating. With a squeaking sound, the monk hurriedly pushed open the door to the room. At this moment, Meng Ke was already hungover, but he was still fully clothed.

"Xiao Su, wake up." The monk pushed on Mystic One's shoulder, but his words were filled with anxiety.

Meng Yuping was spinning around from Zhou Gong. Suddenly, someone pushed her. With her eyes half closed, she saw the anxious look on the man's face. She said hoarsely, "Oh, Monk."

The monk was carrying her on his back and was about to get up when Mencius muttered, "It's already so late. Where are you taking me?" The monk's pupils constricted. With three "shua shua" sounds, the cold arrow pierced through the paper window and flew in.

In a flash, the spirit of the drug became clear and aware of the severity of the problem.

Even if the Monk's qinggong is superb, it is a pity that the legs and legs of the Monoceros are not yet in good condition. Moreover, he had just gotten a hangover. The chances of her escaping were minuscule.

'Bang! ' The window was smashed, and the three men in black jumped into the window, their cold blades gleaming in the moonlight. The monk swiftly lifted the stool with his left foot and waved it. The round stool charged out, but the black clothed man in front of him dodged, and the round stool was thrown against the wall behind him, shattering into pieces.

Suddenly, he remembered that there were more than ten civilians living in the area. He opened the door and rushed out. The whole corridor was filled with the thick smell of blood. In the entire yamen, there were about thirty people, each of them skilled. It was likely that those people …

At this moment, Meng Ke didn't dare to continue thinking about it. The monk had already started fighting with those people. More and more people came, more and more blood. It was hard to tell if it was the blood of the man in black or of the weasel. His eyes were red as he looked for a short spear, no longer caring about the wound on his leg. On the monk's shirt, his face was covered with blood. The long spear in his hand darted forward and the steel tip stabbed into the chest of the man in black.

"Puff." He pulled out his spear, and blood splattered on his cheek. Suddenly, the two of them were forced into a corner. More and more men in black clothing appeared, like ants, and as the two of them gradually ran out of energy, the monk was still protecting her from the rain even after they lost their escape routes. --Right, she can't just die like this! She couldn't just let the monk die like that. With a loud shout, he charged into the crowd and started the slaughter.

Until the two of them finished off the last person. The blood in the hall had already become a river … The monk looked at her insanity indifferently. The snow-white undergarment she was wearing had already turned blood-red, and along with a few cuts, she continued to tear, bleed, scab, and bleed profusely.

Her hair was in a mess, and even her sun-like eyes had turned scarlet. The monk moved step by step in front of her, and for the first time since he was young, the locust had encountered this kind of situation. It was not the first time he had killed someone, nor was it the first time he had seen someone die, yet she was crying so miserably, and she did not know how to comfort him.

Meng Xin suddenly stood up and rushed into Grandma Zhao's room. She was the first person she had come into contact with among the civilian population. Her body was lying on the ground, and blood was flowing all around her.

"All of you are innocent, it's all because of me … "Because I …" Her voice was hoarse from crying, and the tears had watered down the blood on her cheeks. Although they had only been together for a few days, it was enough to cause a piercing pain in her heart. For the first time, the pain of death was excruciating …

"Wuu …" "Howl …" The sound of a woman's crying came from the room. The monk noticed that the crying did not come from the drug, so he went to the wardrobe and opened the door. Zhao Fang`er, who was curled up in the wardrobe, cried out loud when she saw that it was the caltrop.

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"Princess, Fang'er has no family now. "Please pity Fang'er, I'll just have to do my best …" Zhao Fang`er's eyes turned into peaches as she sobbed.

The sun gradually rose and sprinkled over the graves of various sizes. Mystic One was physically and mentally exhausted, so she nodded in agreement.