Chapter 747: Cave house (2)

Chapter 747 Cave House (2)
"I accidentally listened to what the elders said, it should be true." Ouyang Shaohao did not change his face, and said that he did not jump.
How could this be?
Murong Xue frowned, and her little face bitter.
Ouyang Shaohao flashed a touch of incomprehensible laughter, low-low road: "Snow, in order to be happy for a lifetime, you wait for a while to rest." Qingyue voice reveals the taste of enchantment.
Murong Xue did not speak. The small hand that arrived at the chest of Ouyang Shaohao was not so firm. It was a fierce ideological struggle in the heart. What did Ouyang Shaosheng say, is it true or false?
Looking at her blinking eyes, Ouyang Shaoyan's mouth bends a beautiful arc, leans down her face, and her thin lips are lightly covered on her pink lips. The thin and delicate kisses, the hands are even more into the silk quilt, unscrupulous The migration.
‘Hey! 'A few unspeakable winds suddenly sounded, and the fierce fighting sound came over. Murong Xue glanced at him: "Someone broke in!" The martial artist came very high. She can feel the assassins here. The thick killings uploaded.
Ouyang Shaohao did not care, and continued to kiss her lips: "Don't worry, hurricane, no trace will be dealt with."
Murong Xue frowned, looking at the past, through the layers of accounts, and the slightly open window, she saw dozens of black men wearing black clothes and black scarves outside the Zhaoyang Temple. Not far away, and the Wangfu secret guards fought fiercely.
Her beautiful eyebrows wrinkled tightly: "A lot of assassins..."
Ouyang Shaohao still disapproves: "It doesn't matter, the Wangfu secret guards can handle it..."
"but……"
"Don't be, let's do what we should do." Ouyang Shaohao interrupted her words, hugged her soft bones, and suddenly stood up.
Murong Xue exclaimed, saying that the words of the exit were broken and broken, and that the waves of joy quickly swept all her wisdom...
The layer of gauze flutters gently with the breeze, full of spring, drunk a pool of spring water...
I don't know how long it took, the Zhaoyang Temple was quiet.
The fight outside the Zhaoyang Temple also came to an end. After killing the last assassin, the ground outside the Zhaoyang Temple was already full of bodies, and the red blood stained the floor tiles. The air was filled with thick air. Bloody suffocation.
The hurricane received the sword and returned to the sheath. Stepping forward, toward the Zhaoyang Temple, Gong Sheng said: "Shi Zi, the assassin 50, has been killed."
Ouyang Shaohao faintly said: "Who is the Assassin?" Dare to sneak in the sky, and sneak into the Wangfu line to stab him. These assassins are really small...
"I don't know yet." The hurricane shook his head. The assassin wore a very ordinary night coat. There was no identifiable mark on his body. The swords they used were fine and sharp. They were used by many big forces. Their martial arts, Gaoming , fast, but nothing special, for a while, can't guess who they belong to...
"Is going to investigate immediately!" Ouyang Shaosheng screamed.
"Yes!" The hurricane nodded, and glanced at the dead body, the low road: "Shizi, how do their bodies deal with it?"
He has carefully examined these bodies and found no useful clues. These bodies need not be placed here again...
"Throw it into a chaotic grave." Ouyang Shaohao didn't want to, and said coldly.
"Yes!" The corner of the hurricane was pumped, and it should be down: these assassins did not come early, but they did not come late. They chose to be in the world of the world, and came to the Zhaoyang Temple to spur, clearly to destroy the world and the world. Weddings, the world is angry, their bodies, only the part of the graveyard...
The Wangfu Guards moved the assassins' bodies away as quickly as possible, and the breeze blew through them. The faint smell fluttered into the Zhaoyang Temple through the slightly opened window.
Ouyang Shao Emei, waved the smell that had flowed in, and closed the window.
In the arms, even breathing sounds, Ouyang Shaohao bowed, only to see Murong Xue lying in his arms, eyes closed, long eyelashes curled up, beautiful little face dyed after the incident blush The delicate, porcelain-like skin is covered with traces of green, purple and purple. Ouyang Shaolu’s bottom is a shallow smile: now, she is completely his only...
Gently kissed her red lips, familiar with the touch of water, let her in her sleep, still frowned, ambiguous: "I am very tired..."
"I know, I won't bother you any more, you can rest well..." Ouyang Shaosheng said lowly, slowly reaching out and gently rubbing her delicate face like porcelain, silky touch People are lingering.
Murong Xue seemed to hear his words, and the brow furrow stretched out and snuggled in his arms.
Ouyang Shaohao looked at the corner of his mouth and bent a beautiful arc, unconsciously tightening his arms and holding her in his arms: I will always be by your side to protect you for a lifetime of peace...
The red candles on the high table burned fiercely, just like their happy life...
As night fell, Qin Yujiao sat in the pavilion in the other suburbs. She had a cup of tea in the cup, and her eyes were a little cloudy: that Murong Xue first robbed Jing Wang with the emperor, and now he rushed to grab Ouyang Shizi. It’s really shameless, let her die in the hands of the deserter in Mobei, it’s cheaper for her!
However, the dead people have been away for so long, why haven’t they returned yet...
A slender figure suddenly descended from the sky, and fluttered in front of Qin Yujiao. Qin Yujiao was shocked. The teacup in her hand slammed into the ground. After seeing the face of the Qing Dynasty, she was relieved and yin and yang: "It turned out to be Jing Wangye, and Wang Ye came to the humble house late at night. It was really beautiful."
"The assassins who sneaked into the Zhaoyang Temple were sent by you?" The night ignorance was indiscriminate with her nonsense, and they directly opened the door: there were many assassins who sneaked into the Zhaoyang Temple, and the fight was fierce, and the people of the Xiaoyao Palace did not deliberately conceal. He knows this thing easily...
Qin Yujiao blinked: "Yes!"
The night is the Qingyan God of War. He will come here to question her. It must have been found that the assassin is the evidence she sent. She is too lazy to deny it.
"Who asked you to do this?" Yu Yichen looked at her and screamed.
"Myself!" Qin Yujiao chin is high, full of pride.
Looking at the night, the dust flashed a cold, thin lips and lightly, and spit out two words: "Stupid!"
There are countless sacred guards in the palace, and the Zhaoyang Temple is the room where the Ouyang Shaohao, the owner of the dark guard, is located. The guards are not allowed to fly in. The Qin Yujiao sent the dead to kill people there...
(End of this chapter)