Ten mile long street empty tears

Her eyes fell on the mask pinned to her waist, and she slightly raised her lips: "As long as the dust returns, what does the mask of the Tang Sect in Sichuan mean?"

Lu Chengui looked at Yang Muhan suspiciously: "Huh? Isn't it just an ordinary mask?"

"People of the Tang Sect walk around the rivers and lakes. If they don't wear masks, they have their masters." Yang Muhan looked at her teasingly: "And if the person who took the mask is not killed, then you are recognized. Dust Gui will have to kill you." Responsible."

Lu Chengui looked down at the mask on his waist: "Is there another saying? Interesting."

Unconsciously raised a smile, walked out, Yang Muhan chuckled lightly, and walked into the hall, it seems that there are quite a lot of stories.

Lu Chengui rode a camel unsteadily in the desert. There was a group of businessmen going from the Central Plains to Persia in front of them. Lu Chengui stretched behind them and squinted his eyes. It has been a long time since he was caught by the desert wind Chuī is over, but I feel a little nostalgic.

Following the caravan to find an inn, Lu Chengui was drinking tea, but suddenly his eyes lit up, his blue hairband was blown by the wind, his jade-like face was covered under a mask, and his arrows and crossbows were placed on the table. within reach.

Lu Chengui narrowed his eyes, walked over, and sat beside her: "Are you reluctant to part with me?"

Looking at Tang Wushuang with light blue eyes, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he tapped Tang Wushuang's new mask with his chin propped up.

"I have accepted a new mission." Tang Wushuang said unhurriedly.

Lu Chengui sneered: "I guess it was to assassinate An Yu?"

Tang Wushuang didn't answer, but just lowered her head and hummed lightly.

Lu Chengui laughed, why is this person so cute?

"It's a coincidence that I am too." Lu Chengui smiled like a bright light reflected on the lake.

The night in the desert is quite different from that in the Central Plains. There is still a distance from the Mingjiao, and there is no rush. The supplies of the caravan are limited, and the two have to share a tent.

Crowded together, keeping each other warm, the night in the desert is very cold.

Lu Chengui took the opportunity to hug Tang Wushuang and rub against each other to keep warm.

"Why do you want to help me?" Lu Chengui was suddenly curious.

"I don't know." Tang Wushuang closed her eyes awkwardly, as if the people around her would no longer exist.

"Heh~ baby, you're so interesting." Lu Chengui hooked his lips, this awkward guy.

Tang Wushuang became vigilant instinctively, and the voices outside gradually approached.

"Oh, there are always some ignorant people." Lu Chengui shrugged: "Sand bandits, bandits in the desert."

Tang Wushuang picked up the crossbow in his hand, and Lu Chengui followed.

A group of sand bandits, if they encountered these people in normal times, the caravan would probably have to be buried in the sand dunes, but this time they were lucky.

"Twenty."

"Small dishes." Tang Wushuang finished speaking and went out.

When the mechanism fell to the ground, several people had already fallen to the ground. Lu Chengui cooperated and went to make up the knife. In just a moment, the twenty sand bandits were already lying in the sand without life.

"not bad."

Tang Wushuang put away her arrow and crossbow, turned and returned to the tent.

For those who came to thank the caravan, Lu Chengui just waved his hand: "Go to sleep."

The Central Plains dialect with a foreign accent is a little different.

Tang Wushuang was sitting in the tent, and she had been obediently waiting for Lu Chengui to come in.

"Sleep~"

After Lu Chengui hugged her, he had a good night's sleep.

After entering a town, Lu Chengui and Tang Wushuang looked at each other and quietly left the caravan.

Tang Wushuang stood on the roof and looked at those red-clothed believers. These people seemed a little too blatant.

Lu Chengui swung the scimitar in his hand: "An Yu's hiding place can't be found."

"Wait for her to come to us over there."

After speaking, Tang Wushuang went down, quietly following the group of red-clothed believers.

When they left the town, they watched them enter a house from a distance.

"It should be one of their strongholds."

"Let's go, take it." Tang Wushuang said simply and directly, Lu Chengui followed her, and she liked it. Tang Wushuang could easily understand her ideas and accompany her to implement them.

The organ still landed first, Tang Wushuang's arrow crossbow and Lu Chengui's saber light intertwined, and the disciples of the Red Clothes Sect there seemed to have not expected that someone would dare to make a surprise attack, and they were a little confused for a while.

However, the commander of this sub-point is not bad, and organized a counterattack in a short time.

Lu Chengui hooked his lips: "Old acquaintance."

The other party was a sub-head of the Red Clothes Sect. Once Lu Chen was defeated by her subordinates, he also watched his fellow disciples die under her subordinates.

"That's it." Tang Wushuang nodded, and the arrow feathers pierced the attacker's throat.

"Be careful." The strength of these people is not bad.

"En." Lu Chengui seemed to have become much more serious.

Tang Wushuang's eyes seemed to be only on the enemy, but once Lu Chengui was in danger, Tang Wushuang would be able to spot it immediately.

The figures crossed and killed the two disciples in red at the same time.

"You, don't just look at me, be careful yourself." The coldness in Tang Wushuang's eyes under the mask was a little less, but he was still not soft on the number one.

There were corpses all over the ground, disciples in red all over the ground, and the sub-ruler tried to escape, but Tang Wushuang jumped up, and shot out an arrow, piercing his heart.