The red hawthorn is wrapped in thick molasses, crystal clear and very attractive. Ouyang Shaochen looked at it and shook his head gently: "I don't like to eat sugar gourd!"
Murong Xue blinked and said: "There are so many candied skewers. I can't eat them at all. You can help me eat two!" Su Bai held the candied gourd in her hand and put it on Ouyang Shaochen without moving. There was so much that he wouldn't eat, she would never rest.
Ouyang Shaochen looked at her, and a trace of helplessness flashed in her obsidian eyes: "I really don't like to eat something sweet and sour, don't be naughty!"
"You eat one, and one, and the rest belongs to me ..." Murong Xue's eyes persuaded.
"No ..." The moment Ouyang Shaochen spoke, Murong Xue suddenly picked off a sugar gourd and quickly stuffed it into his mouth.
The sweet and sour taste permeated in the mouth, fresh, sweet and with a slight sour gas, and slightly fell his teeth, Ouyang Shaochen frowned lightly, staring helplessly at Murong Xue.
Murong Xue looked at him with a smile: "How does it taste?"
"Reluctantly get together!" Shaochen Ouyang replied in a very salty way!
"If you like it, then eat another one!" Murong Xue said with a smile, and then picked off a candied gourd and stuffed it into Ouyang Shaochen's mouth.
She and Ouyang Shaochen had used several meals together. Of course, he knew that he did n’t like to eat sweet and sour food. However, sweet and sour food had many benefits for the human body. He had to eat some, not too picky ...
Seeing the sugar gourd reaching his mouth, Ouyang Shaochen hurriedly reached out and grabbed Murongxue's wrist: "I eat that one is enough, the rest is yours!" Was stuffed into Murongxue's mouth!
The sweet and sour taste filled the mouth, and Murong Xue stared at Ouyang Shaochen angrily: Such a delicious candy gourd, he didn't even like it.
"Girl, be pitiful!" An old, hoarse pleading suddenly sounded, and Murong Xue turned his head to see a grey-haired, ragged old man standing half a meter away from her, his body half-curved, hands There was a wooden stick in it, and a broken bowl with a gap in his hand, and he passed it to her, looking at her pitifully.
"Wait!" Murongxue said with a smile, Su Bai's small hand stretched out to his waist, pulled out a soft sword, and pierced the old man with no mercy ...
The old man's eyes narrowed slightly, and he greeted him with a stick, only to hear a click, the stick's skin shattered, revealing the long, gleaming sword inside ...
"When!" The old man waved his sword to open Murong Xue, and jumped to the side, looking at her from the top, full of pride and killing intentions, where there is a little bit old and pitiful: "How did you see the old man?"
Disguised for many years, he has never been seen through!
"Because of your complexion, the beggars ca n’t eat enough all year round. They are all thin and thin. Although your complexion is also yellow, it ’s not natural. You can see at first glance that you have wiped something on your face and your voice. It will be old, hoarse, listen carefully, you can hear your original sound, full of energy, and the tiger's mouth on your hand, the broken bowl is not completely covered, and a thick layer of calluses is exposed. I know it is caused by practicing swords all the year round ... "Murong Xue said casually, his eyes and brows mockingly!
The old man narrowed his eyes slightly: "It really is a great man. The old man's disguise is nothing to hide from you ..." He was originally planning to approach her through the identity of a beggar and take her life while she was not prepared. Unexpectedly, she was so smart, he would use another method to assassinate ...
"Who sent you to kill me?" Murong Xue looked at him coldly.
"Go ask the King!" The old man waved his hand, and in the alleys of the eaves, countless people in black suddenly appeared in the alley, holding a long sword in the cold, and mercilessly rushed over to Murong Xue and Ouyang Shaochen .
Kill her, don't control yourself!
Murongxue's mouth curled up with a cold smile, and rushed towards the people in black. The soft sword in his hand was swayed again and again, and a red blood line was raised ...
The man in black had a cold eyes, and surrounded Murongxue as a tide, and the long sword in his hand stabbed at her whole body ...
"Bang Bang!" A strong internal force flew out, flying all the black people around Murong Xue, Ouyang Shaochen fell from the sky, and fell lightly beside her, reaching for the soft sword in her hand .
"Why?" Murong Xue looked at him puzzled.
"Your skill is good, but still not ruthless, not fast enough, I will teach you a few tricks, see clearly!" Ouyang Shaochen said lightly, toes lightly, the slender figure disappeared in the blink of an eye in the blink of an eye.
The old man was shocked and looked around for Ouyang Shaochen. The faint ink bamboo incense suddenly lingered on the tip of his nose, a white coat was floating in the corner of his eyes, and a cold light flashed like lightning in his eyes.
He only felt a pain in his neck, a little blood burst out, and he looked down slowly, and saw that the red blood slowly ran down the neck, soaking a large piece of shirt, and the slight bloody smell quickly spread, Ouyang Shaochen Qingyue The voice rang in the ear: "Cher, see clearly, this is called murder!"
Oh, Xiaoyao Wang Shizi, really deserved reputation, knowing that he is so powerful, he will wait until Murong Xue and Ouyang Shaochen are separated!
The old man's mouth curled up with an ugly smile, his body was crooked, he fell to the ground and died of gas, blood quickly flowed out of his neck and stained the ground ...
Looking at the dying old man, the people in black suddenly startled. At the moment of ecstasy, Ouyang Shaochen's fierce swordsmanship had arrived, and a white shadow floated by, and a cold sword light followed, and people in black didn't watch it. To clear how he did it, he was wiped off his neck, and he fell to the ground unwillingly, his eyes wide open, and he didn't look away ...
This is not a fight, but a simple slaughter. Murong Xue stood beside him, only to see a white figure flashing back and forth among the black crowd, raising a red blood line, then, the black people all Fell to the ground and died ...
The corpses are everywhere, the blood is flowing into the river, and the thick bloody smell spreads in the air. Ouyang Shaochen holds a long sword and stands in the dead corpses in black. The white coat flutters in the wind, the skin is clean, and the young face looks like A picture scroll, Jun Yi is unforgettable!
Murong Xueliu raised his eyebrows, Ouyang Shaochen had great martial arts, deep internal force, and skillful swordsmanship. It was indeed a world-famous king of the world.
"Ouyang Shizi!" Murongxue stepped forward with a smile and patted his shoulder gently, preparing to praise a few words, do not want, Ouyang Shaochen fell straight down with her pat ...