If you don't go to the house, you are not a gentleman

The cloaked man pulled out a sword from under the cloak. In terms of length, the sword was a bit longer, but An Le saw that the cloaked man was familiar with the sword and knew that he was not easy to deal with.

The cloaked man didn't seem too interested in An Le either, he raised An Le's arm covering his face with the tip of his sword.

"Little beauty, I advise you to leave quickly, I will only kill the one behind you—"

An Le raised his chin slightly and said, "Oh, but you'd better wait for the next time."

The man in the cloak clicked his tongue, "I want to save your life for the sake of your pretty eyes, don't be ignorant of good people."

An Le snorted, "Let's leave your kindness to the dog."

The man in the cloak was not angry either, he walked around Anle and walked towards the county magistrate with his sword in hand.

An Le aimed at the cloaked man's leg, and quickly swung the saber!

The man in the cloak didn't even look back, he raised his hand and raised his sword, easily blocking An Le.

Anle's hole shrunk, he turned around suddenly, and kicked the cloaked man's back——

The man in the cloak finally turned his head, and An Le saw most of the face under the cloak clearly. It was neither handsome nor handsome, but very fair, and those eyes were full of displeasure and impatience. The man in the cloak stretched out his hand and grabbed An Le's feet slammed viciously to the ground.

An Le's back hit the ground, causing him to grin his teeth in pain. The cloaked man leaned over and clasped An Le's hand holding the knife, pointing his sword at An Le's eyes.

The man in the cloak suddenly said, "Put your hands down and let me see your face."

An Le: "...Don't even think about it!"

The man in the cloak raised his eyebrows and pulled An Le, who straightened his upper body.

The man in the cloak looked at An Le's arm covering his face. There were two deep stab wounds on it, which were still bleeding, staining the sleeves and blending with the color of the clothes.

"Aren't you willing to let go of your injury?"

An Le frowned uneasy.

Sure enough, the man in the cloak laughed, "I suddenly wonder what you look like."

An Le smiled dryly: "There's nothing to see, don't be curious—"

"I'm even more curious when you say that."

An Le: "...I shut up, can you stop being curious?"

The man in the cloak glanced over An Le's shoulder, and looked at the magistrate. He said to him, "Is this your lover?"

The county magistrate sneered, "I'm overthinking."

The man in the cloak looked at An Le again, "What's your relationship with him?"

"Passerby relationship."

"..."

Anle blinked.

"Then why are you protecting him so much?"

"He has a pretty face."

"..."

But the cloaked man suddenly felt as if he had found a bosom friend, he coughed a few times.

Then the man in the cloak held the sword on An Le's arm, "Put your hand down."

An Le said: "Don't let go."

The cloaked man raised his sword, the blade pressed against An Le's skin.

"Don't let go?"

An Le gritted her teeth, "Don't let go!"

The man in the cloak didn't argue anymore, and pressed down the blade forcefully without saying a word, and there was a third wound on An Le's arm, and blood dripped down his arm.

An Le snorted and stared into the cloaked man's eyes.

The cloaked man raised his eyebrows and said, "It's so tough. Does it look like I'm going to chop off a whole arm?"

"..."

An Le blinked, rolled his eyes with a deep smile, and suddenly lowered his arms, exposing his entire face to the eyes of the cloaked man.

"You have something to say, hero, don't be rough, hero."

The man in the cloak looked at An Le's extraordinarily beautiful face with some surprise, and then went down, staring at An Le's neck again and was stunned.

The cloaked man let out a strange cry, "Male—"

An Le's eyes suddenly changed, and he stabbed at the cloaked man.

The cloaked man shut up.

The three men leaned over to see An Le's face.

The first person whispered: "Wow, she is really a beauty, do you want the boss to take her back and be his daughter-in-law?"

The second person said: "But isn't the boss a broken sleeve?"

The third person came over and said: "But the face looks good, and it looks good when you put it on. Boss can take it back and put it there to see the face."

"Yes yes yes."

"Yes, yes."

"Then take it back?"

"Hold it back!"

The cloaked man who heard it clearly: "..."

The county magistrate: "..."

An Le: "...what?"

The man in the cloak suppressed his voice, only the other party could hear clearly, "Although I don't know what you want to do to protect the county magistrate as a woman, but because you are a beauty and a man, I won't kill you Alright, go away."

An Le blinked, still hanging her voice, and said crisply: "Hero, what if I say 'no'?"

Clearly disappointed, the cloaked man sighed and raised his sword again.

An Le's eyes turned cold, and the hand holding the saber suddenly exerted force, broke free from the hand of the man in the cloak that was pressing down on him, and slashed towards his chest!

The cloaked man didn't expect his strength to be so great, so he had to retreat first and jumped a foot away.

An Le cut a strip of cloth from his sleeve and tied it behind his ear, covering his face.

The county magistrate behind him moved, and heard An Le sigh in a low voice, "How can I explain when the clothes are torn..."

"..."

The county magistrate lay back down silently.

Sure enough, he couldn't trust a person whose arm was about to break but cared about his clothes being torn!

An Le looked in the direction of the man in black, and found that the man in black was beaten in a panic. Although the two were evenly matched, the man would occasionally throw hidden weapons from his sleeves, catching the other party by surprise.

Cold sweat broke out on An Le's forehead. He is obviously no better than the man in black now, let alone he wants to play a one-on-four and guard the county magistrate behind him.

The county magistrate spoke out at this moment, and asked again: "Why don't you leave?"

An Le shouted impatiently: "How many times have I said that! I think you look good!"

"..." The county magistrate looked behind An Le, his eyes darkened.

The man in the cloak waved his hand and said, "You can't be eaten even if you are good-looking, isn't it, beauty?"

An Le snorted coldly, "You have no right to accuse me."

The cloaked man pouted.

An Le's eyes flashed, his figure flickered, and he swung the saber and directly killed the four people!

"Wow, is this beauty crazy?"

Although the cloaked man was stunned for a moment, he pulled out the sword flower indifferently and bumped it head-on.

The two blades collided, and the man in the cloak pressed close to An Le's face, laughing in a low voice: "I'm afraid he won't appreciate you for protecting him so desperately?"

An Le said coldly: "It's none of your business."

Naturally, An Le would not expect the magistrate to be grateful to him, he knew full well that he was suspicious of him, no matter if he was An Le or disguised as a woman.His purpose is very clear and simple - the poison on the county magistrate's body is almost receding, as long as these four people are blocked temporarily, with the magistrate's martial arts, he should be able to protect himself.

The man in the cloak was also aware of An Le's attempt, and he obviously asked in confusion, "What exactly do you want from him?"

An Le heard the county magistrate move behind him, and he sneered at the man in the cloak, "Opportunity—"

The county magistrate flew up and picked up the gravel on the ground. With a wave of his hands, the eight gravels stabbed at the four people respectively!

Two of the three subordinates were hit by each, and the internal force of the county magistrate was mixed with those gravels. When they were hit on the meridians, it was as painful as if their meridians were forcibly interrupted.

The man in the cloak was better, his inner power was stronger than those three, but there was also blood from the corner of his mouth.

The county magistrate still had a stone hidden in his hand, and mercilessly flicked it towards Anle who stood in front of him!

An Le heard the sound, and his pupils dilated slightly, because he never expected the county magistrate to be so heartless!

The stone also carried internal force and hit his back, An Le choked up a mouthful of blood, and simply knelt down.

An Le clutched the saber, but heard the county magistrate coldly say to the man in black, "Go!"

The man in the cloak held his sword, and obviously didn't intend to let them go just like that. He immediately flew out a hidden weapon from under the cloak, and grabbed the county magistrate's back!

An Le gritted his teeth, he stretched out his hand, and the hidden weapon hit the knife in his hand, and this force made An Le fall down immediately.

At this time, the county magistrate and the man in black had already quickly fled away.

The cloaked man didn't have the strength to chase anymore, he sneered at An Le and said, "Look, he's just an ungrateful person."

With a mouthful of blood in his mouth, An Le said vaguely, "Maybe he just missed the shot—"

"I can see clearly, he is clearly hitting you."

An Le looked away and remained silent.

The cloaked man stood up straight with his sword in his hand, "I'm not going to kill you, after all, this is not included in the mission, so get lost."

An Le blinked, "I don't have the energy to get out now."

The man in the cloak snorted coldly, turned around and said to the four subordinates: "Get up! You bunch of trash!"

The four subordinates were powerless, especially the one who had been fighting with the man in black for a long time. He was injured all over his body, and he couldn't move an arm or a leg.

Among them, only the man in the cloak could stand.

The man in the cloak looked at the sky, then at his men, and then at An Le. He clicked his tongue impatiently, and tugged at the cloak, finally revealing his entire face. There was an old wound on his forehead, which was because he was less feminine. More hostility.

An Le suddenly smiled and said, "You look pretty good."

The cloaked man squinted at An Le.

He walked towards An Le, An Le raised his eyebrows and said, "You said you won't kill me."

The man in the cloak shouted, "Can I change my mind?"

But the cloaked man just rudely pulled An Le's arm to lift him up.

An Le was a little surprised.

The man in the cloak said impatiently: "Strengthen your legs, walk well, and I will send you down the mountain."

Those four subordinates were obviously more surprised than An Le, "Boss?"

The man in the cloak shouted again: "Forget what I told you? Treat good-looking men better!"

An Le: "..."

Four subordinates: "..."

The four subordinates couldn't move much, and watched helplessly as the boss dragged An Le down the mountain.

The man in the cloak tugged roughly, and he didn't care that An Le was bleeding on his cloak.

They stumbled to a fault, and there was thick fog below, and they couldn't see what was underneath.

Cloaked man: "...huh?"

An Le smiled weakly and said, "You're not lost, are you?"

The cloaked man: "... how is it possible!"

An Le shrugged: "..."

The man in the cloak was shaking his head and looking around, when he unexpectedly heard a faint sword cry from behind!

An Le heard it too, and he heard it very clearly. He knew that the sword was coming towards him, but he couldn't move now, and the cloaked man only had time to turn his head but didn't see the person who threw the sword. But he understood very well—after all, this was the sound of swords that he was very familiar with.

An Le's eyes became colder and colder. He clearly felt that the sword penetrated his entire chest. As his consciousness gradually blurred, his body fell forward, and the cloaked man didn't grab him all at once. fault.

The cold wind blowing by his ears like a knife, An Le felt that the temperature of his body was blown away, leaving only the scorching heat from his head, which made him unconscious.

"Oh, my lord, why do you not believe me so much?"