Chapter 774: The coming of the world

Chapter 774, the coming of the world
Murong Xue held a beautiful soft sword in his hand, and the sharp blade was dyed with a red blood. Under the pale golden sunlight, there was a fascinating cold mang...
The short-sleeved men were full of horror and looked at Murong Xue with a sigh of relief. They couldn’t speak for a long time.
After a long while, the first person returned to God, glaring at Murong Xue, angry and reprimanded: "You dare to kill him, you know who we are?"
"Brush!" Murong Xue was a sword, and the neck of the head was drawn with a thin long and thin scar. The blood spurted out. The head of the man’s eyes was wide and the bottom of the man’s eyes was thick. Shocked and unbelievable, plopped, fell to the ground, no breath...
The men in the short-sleeved shirts were shocked. They looked at Murong Xue’s eyes full of horror. They had seen a lot of women, but they were so strong that they saw them for the first time.
The woman's posture is sturdy, delicate and weak, not like a martial arts master, she must have had a sword in her hand, and the speed of the shot is faster, it will easily kill their companions, as long as they knock her hand The sword in it should be able to catch her alive...
The eight of them came out together to hunt down the disobedient embarrassment, and inexplicably died two people. If the woman is not brought back, the adults are not good at making a difference...
The short-sleeved men glanced at each other and secretly reached an agreement. They waved their wooden sticks, long whip, and screamed toward Murong Xue.
act recklessly!
Murong Xue’s mouth curled up with a scornful smile, his wrist turned over, and the long sword in his hand greeted the men’s wooden sticks in the short-sleeved shirt. The long whip smashed the past:
Brushing brush!
A silver flash of light, a short name The man in the shirt was pierced by the neck, and the 'plopping plop' fell to the ground...
A short-sleeved man sneaked around Murong Xue and saw her enemies in front of the smothering of the concentration. He did not notice him at all. The man in the short-sleeved shirt sneered a sneer, waving a dagger, and screaming toward Murong Xue. Sting up in the past...
After the bad wind itself came, Murong Xue flashed a touch of cold and cold, and swung the sword to kill the enemy in front of him. He was preparing to turn and kill the man. A stream of light was shining in the sky, and a white figure fluttered in her. Around him, he hit the man’s chest and flew the man out more than ten meters away. He fell heavily on the ground, screaming, spitting out a blood, head licking, no breathing...
The faint ink bamboo scented around the tip of the nose, and the white plaque greeted the eye. Murong Xue squinted and looked up little by little, and saw a beautiful face like a scroll: "Ouyang Shaohao!"
Looking at her stunned eyes, Ouyang Shaolu came to the end with a smile, and looked at her deeply: "I am, I am coming to you!"
"Great!" Murong Xue was full of joy at the end, plunged into Ouyang Shaohao's arms and hugged his waist.
Ouyang Shaohao also hugged her tightly, the soft and boneless body is in the arms, the familiar faint fire lotus lingering around the tip of the nose, Ouyang Shaohao high hanging the heart of the road down.
Many days of running, Murong Xue's hair is a little scattered, there are several scratches and wear on the beautiful skirt, Ouyang Shaohao looked at it, the bottom of the flashed a touch of haze, a word of words: "I am there, No one will let anyone bully you."
"I know." Murong Xue focused on the key, holding the arms of Ouyang Shao's waist, and tightened tightly unconsciously: this world, the most loved her, the most protect her, the best way to solve her problems, there is only one Ouyang is less...
Wait a minute, Qingyan Jingcheng is a thousand miles away from the Turkic King City. Even if it is fast, it will take half a month to arrive, but she was sent to the Turk by the transmission array but it took seven or eight days. How did Ouyang Shaohao come so soon?
Murong Xue looked at Ouyang Shaoyu inexplicably, and saw that his face was white, his eyes were covered with a touch of dark circles, and the obsidian-like eyes also showed a lot of exhaustion. Obviously, he had not rested for a long time: You are seven days and seven nights, you won’t have a break for a moment, have you been on the road?
Only in this way can you explain that the journey of more than half a month has been completed by him for more than seven days.
"Fortunately, I am relieved to see you are fine." Ouyang Shaohao smiled disapprovingly, and the long, jade-like hand gently slammed Murong Xue into the back of the ear.
"Less." Murong Xue looked at Ouyang Shaohao, the beautiful water is full of emotions...
A fence stood not far away, watching Ouyang Shaohao, Murong Xue closely squatting, next to no one's Qingqing me and me, his heart is stuffed, now the sister's eyes, in my heart, only see the man in front of her, I can't see him at all, I can't think of him, my sister is going to be abducted.
In the heart of the fence, there was a sorrow, and the weak one called out: "Sister!"
Murong Xue stunned, this only remembered, except for her, Ouyang Shaohao, those who died in short shirts, there is also a living person.
Murong Xue hurriedly lifted his body from Ouyang Shaohao’s arms and took care of some messy long skirts.
The soft, fragrant and delicate body is far away, Ouyang Shaohao is unhappy and stunned, faintly squinting at the fence, not salty and not light: "Snow, where are you from here?"
The fence that was picked up: "..."
"It’s coming over the west gate of the Turkic King City." Murong Xue did not hear the deep meaning of his words. According to the fact: "He is the youngest son of the general, the second lieutenant, you find the name of the guard to send him home. Let's go."
"Sudden Shen General?" Ouyang Shaoyan eyes sinking, low and low: "The Turkic does not seem to have a general named Shen!"
Murong Xue glanced: "Are you sure?"
"When I traveled abruptly four years ago, Turkic did not have a general named Shen." Ouyang Shaohao said softly: If the little boy is really a sudden man of the generals, then General Shen should be after he left the Turkic and then moved to Turkic. Wang Cheng's.
Murong Xue nodded and looked at the fence: "Ah, has your family moved to Wangcheng in recent years?"
"I don't know." A fence shook his head, and there was a trace of confusion in the clear eyes: "Since I remember, my family has been living in a place, and I have not moved."
Murong Xue has a faint gaze. Ai is six years old this year. He was two years old four years ago. Even if his family moved to Turkic City at that time, he would not remember.
"A fence, are you sure your surname is Shen?"
"Of course." A fence focuses on the key: "My surname is Shen, my brother is surnamed Shen, and I naturally surname Shen."
Murong Xue nodded and confirmed again: "Your home is the general?"

Well!
Ah Hood nodded.
When I was at home, I often went out with my mother to greet me. The plaque above my door was written with the words
General’s House
. My family is the general.

Murong Xue nodded, and the guards of the Wangfu Palace were extraordinary. As long as the Afghan gave accurate information, the guards could find the home of Aizhi in the shortest time and send him back...
(End of this chapter)