The leader has a black moonlight + extra episode

The group of birds seemed to feel that it was not enough to scream a few times. After flapping their wings and causing another wave of jī-flying dogs, they raised their necks and flew away from the tree.

Only Wu Jin stayed where he was bitterly, watching a pile of torches being raised under the tree, illuminating the hibiscus tree brightly and almost transparently.

"People are there!" The few teams that had just left and hadn't gone far quickly turned back, and the flames all over the sky suddenly gathered into a circle, and countless bandits surrounded the tree three times out and three times out, and their eyes were all fixed on the tree. Leaving her and Yan Qimo.

Why is my intuition so accurate at this time as if it was a magic calculation?

While Wu Jin was mourning and sighing, Yan Qimo had already jumped off the ground.If we wait a little longer, I am afraid that the torches in the hands of this group of people will be used to roast the bark.

When Yan Qimo landed on the ground, the sharp iron weapon came out of its sheath "choking", and the bandits who had circled around them tightened the circle a lot, trapping the two of them tightly between the blades.

But in the end, he hesitated and dared not rush forward rashly.The two were able to escape from the dark room without making a fuss, and hid in the village for half the night. Now that they are surrounded by many people, they don't seem to be afraid of them.These thieves were not without brains. Knowing that they might encounter a hot potato, they couldn't make up their minds for a while, so they simply surrounded them and restricted their actions, delaying for a while to wait for the boss to deal with them.

Wu Jin swept around the uncountable crowd, and the bandits in the half circle in front suddenly dispersed automatically, and began to disperse to the left and right, leaving a path in the middle, and faintly heard someone shouting respectfully: "Boss .”

Wu Jin looked ahead suspiciously, and found that a slender woman was coming, with a ruddy complexion, a pair of long eyes staring at her from under her crouching silkworm eyebrows, a high nose bridge, and a sword on her waist. Walk towards them step by step.

Originally thought that the "boss" in the mouth of this group of thieves was a man with a big arm and a thick waist, but he did not expect to be such a heroic woman.

The woman stopped three steps ahead, turned her head and asked the bandit next to her, "Didn't you say that two 'fools' were kidnapped today?" The questioning tone in her tone was overwhelming. .

The bandit who was being questioned was the one who was beaming with joy during the day, advocating to "lead the way" for Wu Jin and lure her to the village. Now he bowed his head and was too guilty to move.

Wu Jin patted Yan Qimo's shoulder, motioned for her to put herself down, took a step forward, and looked at the boss in the village: "That..."

Shen Biluo turned her head to one side, her eyes were unkind to the intruder. Although she didn't have the usual murderous intent of a bandit, Wu Jin felt that she seemed to be in a very depressed mood. I was immersed in a painful emotion, so I shut my mouth wisely.

"Who?" The voice also sounded extremely unhappy.

Yan Qimo never looked at people's faces, nor did she have as many thoughts as Wu Jin, and directly collided with her eyes: "It has nothing to do with you." It was as if she was the boss among the dozens of people.

Shen Biluo frowned when she heard that, and looked at her a few times, not caring who she was, just wanted to cut down her aggressive spirit, and waved her hand: "Take it!"

"Wait!!" Wu Jin hastily waved his hands, and stopped to the left and right, "We just want to find something in the mountains, no offense intended." He said while paying attention to the changes in the expression of the woman in front of him.

When it came to "looking for something", Wu Jin saw that her expression fluctuated obviously, and her nervousness and defensive hostility suddenly rose: "What are you looking for?"

Wu Jin rolled her eyes and said sincerely, "Baicaohua."

Shen Biluo seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, her brows were not so tight: "Then did you find it?"

Wu Jin shook her head, then heard her say again: "We don't have these things in the village, you can find them yourself in the mountains." After saying this, she made a signal to let the bandits behind make a way out, which meant to drive them away .

"It's too dark..."

"Don't go yet!" Hearing the boss's angrily shouted, a group of bandits pointed their knives straight at the two of them again, with serious expressions, as if they were ready for a battle at any time.

Wu Jin didn't want to start a fight with them, and now that he had achieved his goal of escape, he gave Yan Qimo a wink, and pulled her to "leave" the village quickly.

A group of bandits stared intently at the backs of the two of them until they could no longer be found in the night, then they turned around and surrounded Shen Biluo. "Boss..."

"You guys go down first, go back to sleep." Shen Biluo waved his hand, and waved away a bunch of bandits. The fire light also scattered into sporadic pieces as the crowd dispersed, and then extinguished into ashes at their respective ends.

Shen Biluo stood on the spot, her frail figure looking extremely lonely in the vast black mist, the moon was setting in the middle of the mountain, and the moonlight also hid behind the mountain without a trace.

After a long time, she slowly raised the other hand covered in the wide sleeve robe, staring at the large bruise on the palm of her hand in a daze, sighed for a while, and closed her eyes silently.

Outside the cottage, Wu Jin turned around and walked into the corner of the path. After confirming that no one could see them, she stopped immediately and looked at Yan Qimo with a smile.

Being kicked out is still so happy, there is only one reason. "There may be a lot of millennium ice in this cottage." Yan Qimo said.

The bandit boss must have hidden some special treasure in Changbai Mountain in the stockade, if not for other things, there is no doubt that it is the thousand-year-old Xuanbing.