Yu Huang

The night was gloomy, and the cold wind whizzed in with snowflakes, accompanied by howls of beasts.

This is a small deserted courtyard, and there is no Xujiazhuang at all.Shen Xiaosheng predicted that Junhuang would come, and it was a lie to say that he set fire to ashes a moment later.

The mottled moon shines brightly on the swaying long grass, and the strong branches wave like ghosts and monsters in the demon realm.

Candlesticks stood in the four corners of the room, Shen Xiaosheng sat on the head, and Junhuang was tied up and stood in the middle, the faint yellow candlelight was also stained with a disgusting smell of blood.

Jun Huang sneered, "Xiao Sheng, is this how you treat guests?"

"Let him kneel down!" Immediately, someone stepped forward and smashed his back knee with a sap.

Shen Xiaosheng looked at his distorted face due to the pain with satisfaction, and sneered, "No wonder Wen Shu is so dedicated to everything, you are so stupid that you ran here alone, you really are an idiot who can't help you!"

Junhuang was forced to the ground, spat out a mouthful of blood, and looked at him coldly, "Where's the antidote? I came here as promised, shouldn't you give me the antidote?"

Shen Xiaosheng walked down slowly, wanting to see an idiot looking at him, looking at him in disbelief, the disdain and banter in his eyes became more and more intense, he laughed out loud, bent down, laughed so hard inhibition.

At first, only a few people in the room responded, and laughed, and then gradually laughed together.

The swaying candlelight elongated and distorted his shadow, which was reflected on the ancient and dilapidated stone wall, looking very strange.

Shen Xiaosheng stopped suddenly, his eyes were extremely indifferent, and he said lightly, "What are you laughing at?"

Everyone fell silent for a moment, holding their breath and not daring to take a breath.

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He patted Junhuang's face, and said softly, "Brother Jun, there is someone as naive as you, so naive as to be stupid, so stupid as to be hopelessly stupid. Can you sit on the throne of the Pavilion Master of Jinghong Pavilion?" It's a miracle."

Junhuang let Shen Xiaosheng ridicule in every possible way, but still said, "Where's the antidote?"

"There's no cure at all."

"You lied to me, you have, you must have." Junhuang roared like crazy, and then murmured in a dazed voice, "There is no antidote? How come there is no antidote? You lied to me, you lied to me! You You must be lying to me. If there is no antidote, what will Wen Shu do, what should I do? Wen Shu will never forgive me...Wen Shu will die, he will never forgive me..."

Shen Xiaosheng looked at his confused appearance suspiciously, "Jun Huang, you fool, since you care so much about Wen Shu, why don't you tell him that you love him? What's the use of yelling at me? Long Yang's kindness is also nothing. Can't see the light."

Jun Huang raised her head and stared at him viciously, "Fuck you, how could I fall in love with a man! Give me the antidote!"

At this time, someone came in and told Shen Xiaosheng, "Master, the letter has been written and sent out."

Jun Huang was startled, "Message, where are you going to send the letter? Are you going to threaten Wen Shu with me? It's useless, Wen Shu won't care about my life."

Shen Xiaosheng waved his hand to signal him to back down, bent down and looked down at Junhuang, with a tone of charity, and said softly, "Whether it works or not, you will know after trying it? Yes, I do have the antidote, and it is on me. You It is already a fish on my chopping board, so what can you do if I want you to get the antidote? Guess where it is on me, as long as you guess correctly, I will give it to you."

Junhuang's eyes swept over his head, the skirt, belt, boots...

Shen Xiaosheng sighed helplessly, pulled out the wooden hairpin that bound her hair, folded it hard, and smiled, "The hairpin is hollow, here it is."

Junhuang lowered her head, the smile on the corner of her mouth was fleeting, the hands behind her stretched her strength, the rope snapped, and with one move, Huanglong grabbed the wooden hairpin in Shen Xiaosheng's hand like a ghost.

"You are cheating!" Shen Xiaosheng's face was gloomy, and he hurriedly retreated behind the protective circle of the crowd.

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Junhuang shook his hand and released the Jinghong Sword, the light of the sword poured down like silver light, when he slowly turned the hilt of the sword, the icy cold air swept in like a wave, "You rely on your wisdom, I will not be humble and show weakness, Let you feel that I am not a threat, how can you lower your guard and take out the antidote?"

Junhuang just doesn't like intrigue and intrigue, but it doesn't mean he really doesn't know how to do it.

Shen Xiaosheng's stinging eye sockets at the corners of his eyes narrowed slightly, "I underestimated you! It turns out that your skills have recovered."

Junhuang was surrounded by people, but he didn't take it seriously, and smiled proudly, "It's only [-]%, but it's enough to deal with you mob."

Shen Xiaosheng gestured to a lame old man in the corner with his eyes, and that man immediately exited the door.

Inside the ruins, the light of the sword flickered, and the shadow of the sword was blurred.

Under the night sky, a bright light hit the sky directly.

Junhuang held the sword in his hand and swung it forward.

The people in the room fell down, and more people rushed in, Junhuang's handsome face gradually paled, and he struggled to cope, his body was stained with snowflakes, whether it was his own blood or the blood of the enemy.

A ray of cold light hit his waist, he floated and pushed away, a dagger pierced towards his back, Junhuang nimbly sideways and crossed the sword to block, his left shoulder suddenly burst into sharp pain, he hesitated, and could no longer avoid it In a hurry, he could barely avoid the vital point, a long and narrow bloodstain was cut on the shirt on his left shoulder, and the warm blood flowed out like running water.

Shen Xiaosheng stood at the back, still sitting on the chair, and said calmly, "Junhuang, with your strength alone, can you withstand thousands of troops?"

Junhuang was only at the end of his strength, and when he reached the yard, his body was already covered in blood.

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The accident happened in an instant, and suddenly there was a noisy noise outside the courtyard, the roar of fighting in the crowd, the sound of swords clashing, crying and cursing, playing an elegy of life and death in the dark night.

A strong killing atmosphere swept over.

Jun Huang was slightly dizzy, when someone approached suddenly, he was about to raise his sword to fight, but he sounded humane, "Master Jun, are you alright? I'm leaving the wooden slips, the young master sent me to help you."

The wooden slip, he knew that this person was Wen Shu's confidant.Junhuang was more or less injured all over his body. He was supported to sit on the stone bench in the yard, and his mind relaxed for a moment. Only then did he feel a sharp pain in his left shoulder and arm, and his mouth The color is also light.With just this little pain, he felt that he didn't have the heart to worry about other things, and after such a little tossing, he was exhausted, and Wen Shu was corroded by toxins, it must be a thousand times more painful than him.How on earth can he still maintain a calm and indifferent face every day, and arrange and arrange everything calmly and calmly?Is he already exhausted physically and mentally, but insisted not to speak?I always forget that Wen Shu is not strong, he is even weaker and sicker than ordinary people.

Those people are not opponents of Temu and others at all.

Shen Xiaosheng always smiled and watched from the sidelines, watching the casualties among his own people indifferently, as if the dead were an ant.

When Tiemu was in front of him, Shen Xiaosheng raised his arms and raised his hand to the soft sword at his waist. It was the belt he had been using to tie his waist, and he finally wanted to do it himself.

Facing Tiemu, he was able to deal with it effortlessly.

It was only then that Junhuang knew that Shen Xiaosheng's martial arts were so superb, far superior to Wen Shu.Then, it was his intention to let him see Wen Shu's chest stabbing with a sword that day.

Shen Xiaosheng rolled up a sword flower and cast a sideways glance at him, "Crazy Saber Thunder has disappeared for many years, and it's actually hiding here."

Tiemu's eyes were startled, he didn't speak, and only strengthened his determination to kill this person.

When Tiemu was not Tiemu, the name of the chief bodyguard of the mighty bodyguard bureau in the capital, Kuang Dao Lei Ting, terrified the bandits.Four years ago, there were rumors in the world that there was a treasure map hidden in the golden scroll, and the person who got the golden scroll was rich as an enemy.Lei Ting was ordered to escort the scroll to the direction of the Western Regions, and the city lord hijacked Lei Ting's house and forced him to hand over the scroll.Lei Ting vowed to die, and his family of five were slaughtered.Half a year later, Hecheng massacres occurred frequently, killing 130 people including the owner of Hecheng.It was Wen Shu who rescued Lei Ting who almost fell into the hands of officers and soldiers. From then on, there was one less Crazy Saber Lei Ting and one more Cyclops Tiemu in the world.

Flames protruded from the periphery of the wall, and the hazy yellow light smudged out the breath of death, stretching into the flowers of the three rivers.Obviously Shen Xiaosheng and the others have been surrounded.

Junhuang watched wearily, and the situation showed a one-sided trend.But he always felt that something was wrong, what went wrong?