Vicissitudes know Jinhua

Qi Shao finished applying the medicine, looked at his horrific back, sighed, lowered his head and carefully blew on the wounds.

Seeing that their old gods are still there, Zhuxi is even more restless, how can he fight with them for life and death because he is a girl?

Apart from the sound of Zhuxi's footsteps in the room, only Qi Shaochong and Mu Zishi were talking in a low voice. Mu Zishi had an injury on his back and couldn't bear it. After a while, he fell asleep on Qi Shaochong's lap, and he did not forget to confess in a daze: "Let's not rush... let me sleep for two hours first, remember to wake me up..."

The night was getting darker, and a sliver of silver moonlight leaked from the skylight on the roof. Zhuxi felt his eyes were dry and sleepy. He didn't know how to get through this long night. He heard the stone door being pushed open suddenly with a click, and a tall figure stood at the door. , and beckoned to Zhuxi: "Come here."

Zhuxi identified for a moment, saw that the person was the female bandit who carried her up the mountain, she was startled, but dared not go forward.

Impatient with waiting for a long time, Lin Shenai walked into the room quickly, and dropped a steel knife that was more than a foot long with a clang: "The boss gave that kid a dagger, so I will give you a knife, will you use it?"

Zhuxi picked up the knife, held it with both hands and made a gesture, but felt his wrists feel sore, shook his head, and said softly: "I won't..."

Lin Shen'ai snatched it away, and said sharply, "Look out!"

Turning around and twisting his waist, he couldn't help but slash at Mu Zishi who was sleeping.

She had a kind of hostility toward Mu Zishi like a feud in her previous life. From the first time she saw him, Lin Shen'ai felt an unusual danger in her heart, as if floating on calm water or soft grass, but Knowing that fangs and thorns will suddenly sprout, it is creepy and disturbing.

Lin Shen'ai's strikes were extremely fierce and vicious, with the potential to break his neck with a knife. Qi Shaochong has been practicing martial arts for many years. Although he has no famous teacher to guide him after leaving the palace, he is still very agile. A civet cat turned over on the spot and avoided it, but a strand of hair had been chopped off when the back of its head felt cold.

Lin Shen'ai missed the knife, and snorted coldly: "The kid is quite a ghost!"

With a spin of the arm, he followed the body forward, and chased down again with a single blow.

Qi Shaochong turned his face away and saw that the blade was approaching from the corner of his eye. Seeing that there was no way to avoid it, he had a sudden flash of wisdom, and kicked his feet against the stone wall with all his strength. It was really painful to rub against the protruding stones on the ground, but at least he avoided the sharp blade, and his life was safe without any danger.

Lin Shen'ai returned in vain after two saber strikes in a row, startled and annoyed in her heart, she no longer underestimated the cicada when she struck out, kicked the cicada with eight steps, stepped hard on Qi Shaochong's chest with one foot, and the tip of the saber Hanging appointed two people: "Do you still want to play?"

Before he finished speaking, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and the blade slashed straight at Mu Zishi's throat.

Qi Shaochong hugged Mu Zishi to avoid these two knives, and he had tried his best to avoid the two knives. At this moment, he couldn't lift up his body, and his chest was stepped on. It was impossible to turn over to block the knives. The sharp thin blade was extremely desperate in his heart - with the speed of Lin Shen'ai's sword, not to mention that he couldn't catch it at all, even if he caught it, under the power of the blade, he would definitely be able to kill himself The palm and Mu Zishi's throat were cut off together.

The saber qi swept across, drawing shallow bloodstains with five fingers, watching the blade slashing in front of his eyes, but it was too late to grab again, Qi Shaochong's blood was cold all over, and he shouted heart-piercingly: "Zi Shi! "

Mu Zishi woke up early and watched the blade getting closer and closer. There was no trace of panic in his eyes, but a flash of unknown meaning flashed away.

Lin Shenai's pupils shrank, and she was already waiting for the blood to rush out. Suddenly, a figure rushed out from the ground and slammed into Mu Zishi's body. Breaking into the heart is a sure-fire knife.

The blood splattered as expected, Lin Shen'ai was stunned, the one who was almost cut in two in the pool of blood was the half-grown boy named Ah Cai.

Mu Zishi seemed to have expected it, but his voice was weak but calm: "What the chief of Guizhai wants to see is a show of cannibalism. If the third chief really kills me, it will spoil the interest of the chief, I'm afraid there will be troubles later." .”

His back was injured and his face was distorted with pain, his pale face was stained with a few drops of blood splashed from Ah Cai's body, but he was still as beautiful as Sanchun Qingmeng flying into the forest, and the harm was boundless, Lin Shen loved it to death Staring at him, his expression was cloudy and uncertain, a little bit hesitant, but also a bit uncontrollable and strong murderous intent just around the corner.

Ah Cai tugged at Qi Shaochong's sleeve tremblingly, and propped up his slender neck: "Second young master, the white flour steamed bun you gave me is so delicious, my mother likes it too... there is a lot of sugar in it Isn't it? Sweet..."

Qi Shaochong gritted his teeth and endured the sadness: "From now on, I will eat it for you every day..."

The corner of Ah Cai's mouth curled up into a smile, but the smile froze as soon as it opened, his head and neck drooped heavily, and he died of breathlessness.

Qi Shaochong raised his head and looked straight at Lin Shen'ai, his dark eyes shot out sharp and sharp rays of light, the hatred burning inside was deep and cold, even though Lin Shen's heart was hard, seeing such eyes, he couldn't help trembling slightly, But after all, she had struggled among the dead, so she had a strong and evil spirit, so she decided to kill this pair of brothers, and she would be severely punished by the head of the family, and at most she would die.

With this thought in mind, he raised the tip of the knife, and wanted to cut it down without talking nonsense.

"Brother Shuixiang!" A tall and straight figure suddenly rushed in from the half-opened stone door, and with a choking sound, weapons struck.

Lin Shen'ai was repeatedly frustrated, and couldn't help feeling anxious, biting a lock of long hair that fell down her cheek, turned her wrist and swung her sword, and attacked Zuo Shifei who did something wrong out of thin air.

Zuo Shifei has been with her day and night for many years, knowing that the third brother Shuixiang is not his opponent in martial arts and physical strength, but his temper is so fierce that he will not let the one-headed garlic. Holding her knife: "Brother Shuixiang... I came here on the orders of my elder brother!"

Lin Shen'ai let out a breath of anger and immediately slackened off: "What did the boss say?"

Zuo Shifei laughed happily: "Just let me take a look and see how many died."

Lin Shen'ai said coldly, "One."

Zuo Shifei shook his head and said disapprovingly, "Brother didn't ask you to kill someone."

Lin Shenai said: "I kill people to be fair."

Glancing at Zhuxi: "This girl is powerless, I can't help her too much."

Zuo Shifei laughed heartlessly: "I thought Brother Shuixiang was going to kill Mu Zishi... Big Brother would be upset."

"Shuttle!" Lin Shen'ai was furious from being poked at the sore spot, her gorgeous lips were so red that she could bleed: "Don't go too far, do you think there is no torture hall in our cottage?"

After saying that, put away the knife and go out first, Zuo Shifei hurriedly followed, put one hand on her shoulder, and his smiling voice was like a strong wind under the scorching sun, blowing by, rough but hearty: "Don't be angry, brother I'll make amends to you...how about I send Brother Shuixiang a red skirt tomorrow, and I can look like a pretty girl in it, ouch..."

The sound of slapping the flesh was especially clear and joyful in the quiet night.

The moment the stone door slammed shut, Zhuxi got up abruptly and ran to the corner of the room, picked up the dagger that Qi Shaochong had dropped, his timid expression immediately changed, and the delicate lines of his cheeks became tense and stiff.

Mu Zishi saw it coldly and asked, "Zhuxi, what are you going to do?"

Under the moonlight, Zhuxi's face was as pale as a ghost, and his eyes were dark like resentment and poison. After all, he didn't dare to kill with his own hands, so he put the dagger into Zhujia's hand and hissed, "Quick, kill Shaochong first!"

Zhujia was idle every day, with no ink in his chest but strong hands, he unconsciously held the dagger, stared and asked, "Sister... what did you say?"

Seeing that Qi Shaochong was struggling to sit up, Zhuxi couldn't help being furious, and pushed Zhujia closer, "Hurry up, you fool... my sister has no strength, it's all up to you! If you don't kill him, they will be able to." Kill you!"

Holding Zhujia's wrist, the tip of the knife trembled slightly, and designated Qi Shaochong.

Mu Zishi's eyes moved slightly, and he said softly, "Why didn't you kill me, Zhuxi?"

Zhuxi sighed, with an extremely bitter voice: "You won't marry me at all, I know it in my heart, but I still can't bear it... It would be good to keep you for a moment longer."

Standing in a daze for a moment, he shook his head violently, pointed at Qi Shaochong, and said in a stern voice, "Zhu Jia, do it!"

As he spoke, he pushed hard with all his might, Zhu Jia staggered a few steps, and fell straight on Qi Shaochong's body, his mind was ignorant, but he instinctively raised the dagger in his hand and approached tremblingly.

Qi Shaochong was in great pain from being trampled on by Lin Shen'ai, his chest was filled with turbid air, his hands and feet were so weak that it was difficult to sit still, and he was unarmed, Zhuxi secretly thought that the overall situation was settled, as long as Zhujia killed Qi Shaochong, a strong enemy, he would kill him again Jiazi is easy as pie.

As for Mu Zishi, you might as well wait until dawn, and kill him yourself at the last moment... But if he is willing to say a few sweet words to himself, then he can die together. If you can't live and die in the same hole, Huangquan Road is also grateful for this... The success of gang bandits.

It was Zhujia's first time to kill someone, her wrists were shaking violently, she gritted her teeth, her face twitched in shock and fear, the dagger was aimed at Qi Shaochong's chest and was about to stab it.

Mu Zishi, who was leaning on Qi Shaochong's shoulder, gasped, suddenly raised his hand and gently pushed Zhujia's waist.

This push seemed to be useless, but Zhu Jia let out a miserable cry, glared at Mu Zishi, twisted twice in pain, and rolled to the ground clutching his waist and eyes. Qi Shaochong took a sharp breath and took the opportunity to pick it up The dagger he dropped.

But Mu Zishi pulled out a short knife from Zhujia's waist, blood drops quickly rolled down the blade, leaving only the clear and bright blade as bright as frost.

This short knife was a gift from Qi Wushang, it has been hidden in his bosom all these years, just now when everyone was not paying attention, it had been unsheathed and put it in the sleeve, at this moment he made a sudden strike, and the blow really worked.

Back then, Qi Wushang had asked Mu Zishi to pinpoint the vital point of the waist and eyes repeatedly, and he said repeatedly with a solemn expression: "This is a deadly place and there is no bone blocking it, so it's easy to pierce and pull out a sharp weapon, and it's smooth. Your physical strength is unbearably poor. If you encounter an enemy, you must avoid hacking and slashing, because even if you hit the opponent with a knife, it will be difficult to pull it out for a while. If the opponent holds the weapon, you can only be slaughtered... "

Looking at Mu Zishi who was absent-minded with his eyes empty: "Do you remember?"

Muzi grunted, peeking at a scroll of reed flowers and shallow water newly given by the crown prince, very impatiently: "Got it."

Qi Wushang didn't have any trust in his comprehension at all: "Come on, show me where exactly is it?"

Mu Zishi scratched his waist with his hands and feet: "Here, poke it in... King Jingfeng will have gray hair all night, and the emperor will sigh in vain."

Qi Wushang was dizzy with anger, and grabbed his hand: "What you touched just now was the hip bone. Can the bone and the flesh be the same? Can your knife penetrate the bone?"

Mu Zishi frowned, and argued forcefully, "Almost, anyway, your flesh is as hard as a rock... Hey, let me go!"

Qi Wushang unyieldingly pressed his hand to stick his waist eye, then opened his fingers, and nodded: "Remember? It's here! There are no bones here, do you understand? You little idiot!"

Mu Zishi's fingers touched his muscles through the thin clothes, and he felt that they were extremely tough and elastic, which was very different from the Prince's, so he couldn't help laughing: "You let me poke it, maybe you can understand it faster. "

Qi Wushang thought for a while: "Do you think I'm stupid?"

Having said that, it was inevitable that he sacrificed himself, and by the time he forced Mu Zishi to identify the key point, Qi Wushang's waist had already been poked into a bunch of red, purple and purple grapes by his fingers.

Holding the knife, Mu Zishi's eyes were as clear and clear as new leaves. He was stunned for a long time, and a smile slowly formed at the corner of his mouth.

I forgot whether it was called Yu Chunchun or Yu Jianguan. Although her appearance is mediocre and her temperament is not good enough for Wushang, she still hopes that she will know that Wushang is good, and that she will respect him, love him, and accompany him for the rest of her life. Lively and happy.

Zhujia clutched the wound in vain and mourned the pain, blood gushed out from his waist and eyes, but in an instant, his palms were already stained sticky, Zhujia felt hopeless in his heart, stretched out his hand to Zhuxi, and cried, "" Sister...you help me! Am I going to die?"

Zhuxi ignored him, but stared at Mu Zishi in disbelief. This man raised his knife and fell with a fatal blow, and his expression remained unchanged. How can an ordinary frail scholar do this?

Mu Zishi put the knife in his arms, leaned on Qi Shaochong's shoulder, and said indifferently, "Zhujia called you...your brother is leaving soon, you should answer."

His voice was weak, and trembling slightly unbearably, Zhuxi even stood up the hairs on the back of his neck when he heard it, and he didn't know what kind of terrifying surprise would suddenly appear behind this person's delicate and beautiful face When the poisonous snake and beast came, he couldn't help but took two steps back, and screamed, "You...don't come here!"