Chapter 342: Killing black people

Chapter 342 kills the black man
"Of course." Ouyang Shaohao nodded, her eyes deep and deep: she had seen the night dust, she was frustrated and frowned. She saw him today, although she did not pay much attention to it, but did not show much annoying meaning...
Murong Xue’s bright face was slightly gloomy:
Night Yichen just asked me a few questions and didn’t do anything that was harmful to me. I’m not swearing at him. Isn’t it inexplicable? Again, the night’s dust has been saved indirectly. I am once..."
"Night Yam has saved you? When?" Ouyang Shaohao squinted and slammed his eyes.
"On ten years ago, in the palace, I was poisoned by the cold..." Murong Xue looked faint: although she had no impression, but there are so many palace ladies, eunuchs, and guards in the palace, who must have seen it. Saved her, Jing Wang Wang should not lie on this matter...
"Night Yichen said... Is he saving you?" Ouyang Shaohao looked at Murong Xue for a moment, and the obsidian-like eyes were deep and secluded.
"Yeah." Murong Xue nodded. Although it was said by Jing Lao Wang, but the night Yi Chen also admitted, and he said almost the same...
Ouyang Shaoyan’s mouth curled up with a slight curvature, but it was extremely ridiculous:
I will encounter the nighttime dust again, and I don’t have to be polite to him at all.

"I know." Murong Xue nodded: she was always alienated from the night, alienated, alienated, and what is polite...
Quietly looking at Ouyang Shaohao, I saw him look faint, his face was obviously relaxed, Murong Xuezuo corner bent: "Shizi, time is not early, I am back home."
"I will send you." Ouyang Shaohao said faintly.
"No, the town of Houfu is not far from here. I can go back by myself." Murong Xue said with a smile, turned around and walked forward.
Ouyang Shaohao bathed in the sun, long and standing, looking at Murong Xue gradually walking away, obsidian-like eyes deep as ink: she actually refused his delivery, is not used to him, or does not like him ......
Suddenly there was an unusual smell in the silent air. Ouyang Shaoyan’s eyes glanced: Oops, Cher’s accident...
The figure is moving, like a stunned, flying in the air, flying quickly to the direction where Murong Xue disappears...
Murong Xue walked slowly along the road, looking around casually and found fewer pedestrians on the road...
"Hey!" Suddenly there was a broken wind in the air, which was unspeakable, but very familiar.
Murong Xue glanced at her eyes and quickly lowered her body. The feather arrow rubbed her shoulders and crossed her shoulders. The clothes on her shoulders were drawn out of a long big mouth. The delicate skin was also drawn a long one. Blood marks...
A little bit of blood beads instantly oozing out, burning pain, Murong snow snow squatting, cold and cold looking at the direction of the feather arrow, I saw the high wall at the end of the alley, carrying five or six wearing black, face The black man wearing a black scarf, all bowed, and pointed the sharp arrow to her again...
"Hey!" Sharp feather arrows cut through the sky, and once again, she shot at her mercilessly...
Want to kill her? Not so easy!
Murong Xue’s mouth curled up with a cold smile, and the momentum of the whole body suddenly became fierce. He suddenly pulled out the soft sword at the waist and rushed toward the feather arrow...
'Brushing brush' soft sword quickly swayed, the feather arrow all fell to the ground, Murong snow kept pace, flying to jump on the wall, in front of a black man in the blink of an eye, the soft sword in his hand stunned him On the neck, the fragile skin collapses with a long mouth, and a slender blood line slowly flows out, gradually expanding...
The black man next to him suddenly widened his eyes and was preparing to take a sword to Murong Xue. Murong Xue suddenly turned around. The soft sword in his hand plunged into the heart of the black man without blood, and the blood spurted out. Raise a scarlet bloodline...
"Plop!" The two bodies fell to the ground, their eyes widened, and the bottom was full of shock and incredible...
The other black people woke up like a dream, and their eyes glanced, and the long sword in their hands came out, raising a cold and cold, and the sinister Chao Murong stabbed the past...
Murong Xue smiled coldly, his wrist turned over, the long sword swayed, and the point where the sword tip passed was not to cut through the throat, or to pierce the heart, and a red blood line splashed in the air, splashing into the blue-gray tiles. Bright red thorns...
The black man was shocked. She was not a Houjin Qianjin, the door was not out, and the two women were not weak. How can there be such a high martial arts...
"Hey!" A fierce murder suddenly leaped from a distance, Murong Xue looked sideways, and saw a black man standing on the opposite high wall, holding a delicate bow and arrow in his hand, Sen Han The black feather arrow has already left the string, and the evil one shot at her...
It turned out that they ambushed two groups of people. If the first group could not kill her, they would attract her attention and let the second batch sneak in secret. It was an insidious and embarrassing trick...
The black feather arrow is close at hand, Murong Xue wants to avoid it, and there is a time between the electric light and the flint. A snow figure falls from the sky, and her small waist is taken. She is carried into her arms, her fingers flick, and an internal force flies out. Go straight to the feather arrow, just listen to the sound of '砰', the sharp feather arrow instantly turns into a powder...
The black-eyed man with archery violently shrinks and slams, and he jumps away. Ouyang Shaohao’s fingers flick, and an internal force flies out, shooting the black man’s heart before and after...
"Brushing brush!" The hurricane appeared out of thin air, and all the black people next to it were killed by the two or two. The body fell to the ground, and the thick smell spread quickly in the air...
Looking at the dead body on the roof, Murong Xue squinted and frowned: "How come there is no living?"
"In terms of the hotness of the black people, they have been very strict training, even if they stay alive, they will not confide anything!" Ouyang Shaohao said faintly, squinting through a black man: "Check what they can represent on their behalf."
"Yes!" The hurricane should be quiet, and kneel down and look carefully.
Ouyang Shaohao looked down at Murong Xue and flashed a slap in the obsidian-like eyes: "Your enemy, really a lot..."
He and she just separated for a little while, she actually encountered an assassination...
"I don't want to be assassinated, but they look at me one by one. I don't have a pleasing eye. What can I do..." Murong Xue frowned, a helpless look: she never took the initiative to provoke anyone, they rejected her. If I blocked the road, I sent someone to assassinate her...
"Then you might guess, who sent these black people?" Ouyang Shaohao looked at Murong Xue and faintly opened his mouth.
(End of this chapter)