Legend of Fu Yao Chapter 17: Something must be done

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The east wind blows, the drums of war are beating, and the heroes of the eighteen tribes of Nanrong want to fight.

Nan Rong and Bei Rong, who have long surrendered to the rule of the Promise Kingdom and convinced of the human head and bird body, the tiger's whiskers who did not know where they were touched, after twelve years of stability, joined hands in a rebellion, sturdy The strong men of the two Rongs gushing out of the valleys and cottages like a tide, and quickly occupied the neighboring Pingcheng and Huangxian, and threatened to invade Zhongzhou, let Changsun Wuji kneel to meet Changanmen, and the Rong king sent Guo Pingrong’s forward army to Jing In the city, its main camp was entrenched in Suishui, which was 30 miles away from Jingcheng. The two armies echoed each other, forming horns to surround Pingcheng and Huang County.

Meng Fuyao and Zongyue left the army and arrived at Yaocheng, which is the nearest to Pingcheng. It is said that in the outskirts of Yaocheng and the Rong nationality bordering the Mangshan forests, there are the most numerous and least common types of herbal medicines in the whole continent. As a beast, Zong Yue, as a doctor, would naturally not miss it, and Meng Fuyao also hoped that his sudden character eruption would be able to develop an antidote for himself.

Yaocheng is the city closest to the Rong nationality, where the Rong and Han are mixed together. The imperial court has always set up a principal and two principals in Yaocheng to show reassurance. The official roster of the Qing dynasty is called the county magistrate, but it is called the city lord in the local customs according to the Rong people. He is responsible for realizing household registration, collecting taxes, equalizing service, repairing water conservancy, and encouraging agricultural mulberry. It integrates administration, civil affairs, and finance. Served as the deputy county in charge of warehouses, prisons, and documents. It was a Han Chinese in Zhongzhou. It seemed that the Rong was the highest chief executive. He was very powerful. However, he separated a county’s protector and set up a general protector with three thousand soldiers stationed there. Baiting Village, twenty miles away from Yao City, is not affiliated with Yao City’s chief officials. The Promise Kingdom’s imperial court can be described as a two-pronged approach to the sturdy and uncontrollable Rong tribes, and it has done a lot of thought.

Before coming, from the local guide who was responsible for guiding the genius doctor to Yaocheng, Meng Fuyao had already sketched out the image of Yaocheng-beautiful, peaceful, harmoniously living together between Rong and Han, full of large and colorful flowers everywhere Flowers.

However, when entering Yaocheng, Meng Fuyao suddenly gasped.

The streets are dilapidated, and there are scorched black houses burned by fireworks everywhere, and everywhere are trampled flowers lying low in the soil, and everywhere in the winter, there are still half-breasted men in big colorful pants. The sharp scimitars were swayed behind their waists, and they kept shaking with rampant steps. They stared sideways, staring at the surroundings, full of murderous intent, and it seemed that a stone would block the way and they would immediately draw their swords to pieces.

The local people are mostly cowering, their eyes avoiding, and even the aisles are avoiding these Rong people who want to cause trouble at first glance.

The air is full of violence, murderousness, provocation, and the restless tension like a gunpowder keg to burst, making everyone who enters it unconsciously smell the dangerous breath.

Meng Fuyao's several "alien" entered the city, and immediately felt hostile eyes from all directions. Even all the inns and restaurants were not open to foreign Han people. Meng Fuyao and Zongyue could have lived there directly with the token of King De When they went to the county government office, the two of them were uncomfortable. They wanted to find families to live in. They didn't want to find a few families and no one dared to lend them to them. It was not until very late that an old man took them in.

I ate a simple but clean meal at the old man’s house that night. The old man’s son was very dull, and his wife was about to give birth with a big belly. Under a small oil lamp, the old man kept picking vegetables for the two of them, smiling like chrysanthemums. "Mountain and wild town, nothing good, eat, eat."

Meng Fuyao sat at the small table full of cracks and black mud, holding a bowl in a daze. Seventeen years, seventeen years, she hadn’t sat at the table with anyone, enjoying a family dinner. She has never enjoyed the dim but warm lights of this small house, no one has served her food, and no one accompanies her to eat even a simple meal in a room similar to home.

The dead veteran Taoist only forced her to practice and practice again. After ten years as his apprentice, every meal was practiced and nibble indiscriminately. The memories of some warm homes belonging to previous lives are already far away from the sky. Wipe away the clouds, and the wind blew without a trace.

For a moment, she was in a daze, as if seeing the old hands holding vegetables, turning into a pair of thin, tender hands of the patient—the hands of the mother. However, the illusion disappeared in an instant, and she was still sitting under the lamp of a room in a strange, different world, watching the reunion belonging to other people's homes.

Meng Fuyao sat there, staring at the bowl full of vegetables, and suddenly wanted to cry.

She immediately bowed her head and grilled rice, but a tear suddenly fell on the green vegetables. Meng Fuyao picked it up without hesitation, preparing to swallow the taste of her own tears.

But a pair of chopsticks turned out suddenly and picked the chopsticks away.

Zong Gongzi in white clothes Ruxue originally used his own bowls and chopsticks to pick up a few pieces of vegetables and stood far away by the window to symbolically eat, but somehow suddenly came over, as if he didn't dislike the vegetables that had touched her. I got the chopsticks, and slowly picked the vegetables away, saying, "There are bugs."

Meng Fuyao was speechless, and then with a black line on his face, he saw that he was a bit unaccustomed to picking up a chopsticks dish and putting it in her bowl.

"You are too fat, you can lose weight easily by eating this."

Meng Fuyao stared at the chopsticks wild vegetables, showing a weird look, and chuckled for a while.

"Can you stop being so venomous? I can even tell you that it's broken if you are kind."

There was still a bit of tears in her eyes, and she was swaying, and the pupils that were like black pearls had more crystal clear light, reflecting the lights of this room and the frost outside.

Zong Yue's chopsticks congealed in the air, then he opened his eyes to look at the moonlight outside the window.

He has a slight turbulence in his eyes, and the silhouette looks a bit lonely at this moment, like a bamboo polished by the autumn wind, strong and bleak.

Meng Fuyao looked at this mysterious and young generation of medical saints. He was a little surprised, thinking that although he enjoys all the courtesy and honor of various countries because of his important status, he is still lonely in his heart.

Because of loneliness, I understand her loneliness.

Meng Fuyao pursed his mouth, put a chopstick of leeks into his bowl, and mischievously mixed the vegetables into his meal, and smiled wickedly, "This is good, aphrodisiac."

……

People who are thick and dark are invincible.

The more the poisonous tongue male sect met the shameless Meng Fuyao, he had no choice but to bow down to the wind. When he didn't hear anything, he lowered his head to eat, even the rice bowl was not so clean.

Meng Fuyao only cared about his own meals, and didn't care about Zong Yue, who was immersed in the meal, with a slight smile on his mouth.

After staying for a few days, Meng Fuyao has become acquainted with the family, and fell in love with this kind of taking a knife and Zong Yue out to gather medicine during the day, and come back for dinner at night to experience the peaceful life of the family atmosphere. The days are very flavourful.

However, Meng Fuyao’s life is not very good. The peaceful and peaceful days can’t be enjoyed for too long. When I went out this day, I passed a street and heard the noise. I looked at it and found that the doors of several houses were hanging on the door. Boo, those residents are packing up their bags and closing the doors and locking their homes, looking like they are about to flee.

Meng Fuyao looked at it in amazement, and said, "What's wrong? It's colorful like a colony." Pointing to the colorful sermon hanging on the room, "What is this? Is the national flag of ten thousand?"

"Little brother, don't laugh," a passerby whispered, "This is the mark of the Rong people seeking revenge. If there are people who usually grudge and need to end, hang up this cloth to warn irrelevant people. Don't visit this family again to avoid accidental injury."

"So arrogant?" Meng Fuyao narrowed his eyes. "Isn't it said that the Rong and Han people live in harmony these years? Why are they so colorful now?"

"The so-called harmony depends on the circumstances," Yao Xun said suddenly, "The Rong people are born to be a combative and proud nation. They pursue freedom and hegemony throughout their lives. If they meet someone stronger than them, they Will surrender but will not be loyal forever. As long as they have the opportunity, they will rebel and fight. In the history of the Promise Kingdom, this nation has rebelled thirteen times and was almost exterminated seven times. It still does not change the natural unruly in the blood. Therefore, like the Nanqiang tribe that has been assigned to the Shangyuan country, it is called by the Wuji people: a mobile chariot."

He pointed to the color cloth and said, "For many years, the Rong and the Han have lived together, and it seems to be harmonious, but for such a proud and almost abnormal nation like the Rong, a little bit of things may become a reason for bloodshed and fighting. As a big tribe, the Han people have an inherent sense of superiority. Sometimes it is inevitable that there is improper speech and behavior. These Rong people remembered their hatred, but because the court controlled them in their hearts, it is now the 18 tribes’ united rebellion that they think of revenge. The time has come."

Meng Fu shook his head and cursed, "What is arrogant and unruly, it is completely bullying and fearing hardship." He didn't care. He Zongyue continued to go up the mountain and descended in the evening. There was still some distance from the old man's house. Zong Yue who was walking in front suddenly lived in Feet.

Far away, there was crying from the old man's house, sharp and stern, then the sound of turning boxes and cabinets, the dull sound of human body hitting tables and chairs, etc., the sound of wild laughter and scolding, the sound of women screaming and crying children There was a continuous sound of noise, and the neighbors on all sides listened attentively, showing sympathy and anger, but after the anger, they hurriedly closed the door of their own house.

The Rong people all over the street were laughing wildly. Someone grabbed the jug of a liquor store, gurgled it, and slammed the jug on the roof of that house after half drinking, laughing, "Burn Burn!"

More people seemed to be awakened by the sound, swarming their sleeves, dancing with excitement, and shouting.

"Burn! Burn!"

Meng Fuyao stood in the middle of the street, her pupils shrinking, she saw a piece of colored cloth suddenly on the door of the old man's house.

If the old man's family is so honest, can they offend the Rong people? Meng Fuyao grabbed a neighbor who quietly took to the street to pour water and asked, "What's the matter?"

"The **** in his family was hit by a military man at the market three years ago and scolded them for'pumping goods'! Now it's all right, they will come to avenge." The neighbor said sneakily. , She broke free and ran away, leaving Meng Fuyao cursed, "Damn, is this also the reason for the burning family to avenge?"

"It seems that the Rong people in this city can't hold back and want to make trouble." Zong Yue walked over and stood beside her and said, "You are still injured, don't interfere. If his house is burned, let's Help me find another place to live is that the Rong people in this city are so powerful that I am worried that there is no cause for provocation. Don’t cause trouble."

Meng Fuyao took a deep breath, clenched her fists, and reluctantly suppressed her urge to take action. Historical racial disputes have been a problem that has been difficult to solve in all dynasties. She is familiar with history, how can she not know, Compared to the general trend of war, personal enthusiasm is sometimes really unhelpful. It doesn't matter to save people on the spur of the moment, but if the whole city is angered, it will cause trouble, I am afraid that more people will die.

Clenching the knife's hand, she took a step back. The child couldn't help but look back, her lips tightly pressed, and there was a feverish excitement in her eyes. Meng Fu shook her head and looked at her eyes, frowning. Said, "Knife?"

The knife turned her head, her eyes were so bright, she said clearly, "It's time to kill."

Meng Fuyao was startled, stopped, and asked in disbelief, "Who should kill?"

The knife hand pointed at the old man's house, "All killed."

She spoke every word very clearly, and there was a brutal murderous aura that did not belong to her age. It sounded like steel nails slowly being driven into the black coffin, **** and hard.

Yao Xun gave a "sizzle" and said, "What kind of doll is this..."

Zong Yue suddenly glanced at the knife, with a thoughtful expression on his face, then said, "Really?"

A cool smile appeared on his lips, and he stretched out his hand to slowly pat the knife on the shoulder.

The child looked at him for unknown reasons, watching him with a clean and bright temperament, a calm and gentle expression, and stretched out his hand.

The slender and clean hand was suddenly caught by another pair of hands that quickly stretched out. Meng Fuyao raised his hand, raised his eyebrows, and looked directly at Zong Yue.

"It's just a miss of words, and the crime does not lead to death."

"Speaking is the voice of my heart," Zong Yue refused to give in, "this child is too dangerous."

His words are simple, but there is content in his eyes. Meng Fu shook his eyes and felt that his heart suddenly tightened. She clearly read the words "It's too dangerous to stay by your side" in that eyes.

This poisonous tongue man actually still has this concern. Meng Fuyao was moved for a second, but he didn't let his hands go, only looked up at him stubbornly.

The snow-white sleeves sank for a while, Meng Fuyao's hands stopped in the air, sweat faintly appeared on his forehead, but he remained motionless, saying, "At least she has no power to bind a chicken now. , She is still a child, I can't do it."

"You only need to let me do it." Zong Yue looked at her, with a cold and hot expression, "You are strong and intelligent, and you are determined to kill. The only flaw is that your heart is too good. I can’t see that Qiao Ling got trapped in the Guo Mansion because of you. Why did you have to take the risk to save you knowing that there was a fraud? In this weak-hearted continent, how can you survive with such a soft heart?"

Meng Fuyao was silent, and said for a long while, "If something is not done, something must be done, but for this reason, I have no regrets."

The long street is silent, the girl stands straight, and the long wind passes through her hair, spreading the clamor of words farther, those words that belong to passion, perseverance, and faith, again and again Like a sharp cone, it breaks through the barriers of the worldly cold and shines through the bright sky.

Zong Yue’s white sleeves seemed to tremble slightly. He stared at Meng Fuyao dreamily, his eyes gleaming like glazed glaze, smiled for a long while, retracted his hand, and said, "But one day you will not regret it."

Meng Fuyao lowered his hand, swept his temples, looked back at the knife that had been silently watching their confrontation, smiled, "I believe that human nature is inherently good, and I believe that the human nature of this goodness will go astray because of fate, but in the end There will be a chance to be led back to a bright state. If we never give them a chance and only use killing as the only means to solve the problem, then it will be us who will eventually become the devil."

She stretched out her hand bravely and patted Zong Yue, and smiled, "Don't worry, I am not the kind of person who is not willing to kill. I will kill none of them."

"Never let go!"

As if echoing her words, there was a loud noise behind her, and a group of men shouted violently, accompanied by the screams of the woman.

"Don't touch my child!"

With a bang, a door panel suddenly flew behind him, and it fell heavily in the middle of the street, arousing dust in the sky, and almost hitting a knife. Meng Fu shook her hand and dragged her to a safe area, turning around and saw half of the door hanging slantingly. In the doorway, like the mouth of a black hole with missing teeth, a **** old man and wife crawled out of the doorway, moving her body with difficulty, trying to climb the threshold again and again, but repeatedly fell down because of lack of energy, and followed her steps. A group of Rong people who watched the show coldly watched with folded arms.

A Rong man with a height of two feet tightly pressed his lips, holding a scimitar upside down, blood dripping from the scimitar, and a snake-like blood line on the ground, he followed the woman wriggling on the ground step by step Behind the person, every step of the way, the scimitar in his hand was lightly picked, and the woman's clothes were torn with a chick.

Cloth fragments continued to dance like butterflies. As the woman struggled forward, there were more and more places where her clothes were broken, and more and more exposed skin, the little sparkling snow, lining The stray clothes and blood on the ground, the bright contrast of primitive pulsation, ignited the wild eyes of those beast men like a fire.

The old man’s wife’s abdomen is high and bulging, and the child is about to be full-term. She is desperately protecting her belly, crawling on the ground with difficulty, afraid of hurting the child, she dare not crawl face down, so she has to drag her body with her back face up , Move inch by inch.

The Na Rong people followed in no hurry, one step at a time, and one piece of broken clothes.

Only for a while, the woman's clothes were shattered, and she could see the slight blue veins on her bare belly because of the late pregnancy.

The man from Rong suddenly laughed and said, "Hu Bendao, look, your daughter-in-law and your bastard, I will accidentally hit your daughter-in-law's ramming goods to pick!"

Rong Ren smiled contemptuously, with a flash of blade light, and pointed towards the woman's belly.

The neighbors on all sides turned their heads with a sigh, showing unbearable expressions.

The old man and his son, who were held tightly by the other Rong people, yelled heartbreakingly, "Huan'er!", their voices broke through the clouds, and sorrowful echoes echoed in the silence.

The blade wind slashed, murderous intent overflowing with no mercy, the thin belly was already overwhelmed, and it was about to split under the blade, in exchange for a tragic ending with two lives.

"Keng!"

The extremely small noise sounded very clear in the silence of holding your breath, and then one person said clearly and sharply:

"Dignified man, bullying pregnant women in the street, is this the pride and nobility of your Rong people?"

She will die. The woman who is already heartbroken only feels that the blade wind suddenly stops, and then her face is itchy. When she opens her eyes, she sees her hair cut by the blade wind, sweeping her cheeks slowly Slowly land.

She raised her eyes and saw a pair of white and powerful fingers in front of her pinching the tip of the knife just a few minutes from her abdomen.

The whole street was silent, staring at those fingers. The fingers were pinched on the tip of the Rong man’s knife in an understatement. The long sword made of stainless steel could no longer sink. The knife slashed down, but the knife didn't move at all. He lifted his gaze along his fingers in horror, and saw the opposite, staring coldly at the thin boy in his black shirt.

That is naturally Meng Fuyao.

If something is not done, something must be done, something must be endured, and something cannot be endured.

There are some things, after all, there are limits. If she could allow this fierce soldier to pierce the life-jumping belly on this long street in full view, she would not be Meng Fuyao.

Welcoming to the Rong people's astonishment and gleaming eyes, Meng Fuyao suddenly took a deep breath and cursed, "Fuck you!"

With a click, she severely squeezed the tip of the Rong man's knife, and threw the broken tip of the knife backhand. A scream exploded, and a Rong man who was carrying the knife secretly approaching her immediately screamed. Zhong fell down, with a broken knife in the back of his hand.

"Ge Rishen is here! Where's the **** who is looking for death!" The Gao Darong who was robbed of the sword roared, and rushed forward with his bare hands. The wind was fierce, and he was actually a practicer.

Unfortunately, I met Meng Fuyao, and a bunch of such practitioners were useless.

Meng Fuyao sneered, holding his hand, and took a step.

Only one step.

This step happened to step on the handle of the half-knife that fell on the ground. The handle was tilted up, and the knife flew out in a whirl, just to meet the big fist of the Rong man. The man hurriedly shrank his hand. With the air surging, the knife was rolled and the direction changed, and a tumbling slap hit his nose.

Wow, Narong’s nosebleeds flowed long and his forehead was bruised, and he kicked back colorfully.

Zong Yue has been standing silently aside, seeing Meng Fuyao without moving his hand, he cleaned up the people, a glimmer of appreciation flashed across his eyes, Meng Fuyao not only learned extraordinary exercises, but also had a very high level of understanding. Top, but one day, the pinnacle of Wu Continent's martial arts will be hers.

Repulsed the Rong people, Meng Fuyao turned around to help the old man's wife, took a handful of her pulse, knowing that the fetus is safe, nodded with satisfaction, and said, "You can't live in your home anymore. Every city in the Promise Kingdom has shelters. The homintang for the homeless and suffering people, go to the county lieutenant and seek asylum."

The woman lifted up a face full of tears in shock, and choked, "Thank you..."

The old man and his son rushed over, holding up their daughter-in-law with tears on their faces, and grateful to Meng Fuyao again and again, secretly glad that they were kindly taken in for a while, and they saved their lives at the critical moment.

Meng Fu waved his hand, turned around to look at Zong Yue, and said, "You go first, I will send them to Humintang."

Zong Yue showed a strange expression in his eyes, but didn't say anything. He just stood still. Meng Fuyao glanced at him, just about to leave, and suddenly heard the sound of the wind behind him, Meng Fu shook his head and did not look back. Kick, the raised long legs drew a beautiful arc beyond the limit of human flexibility in the sun, and kicked the attacker's chest with a bang.

"Ah!"

The huge body of the visitor was kicked straight out by this seemingly fluttering kick, and he landed heavily, let out a scream that shook the sky, twisted his body a few times on the ground, and stopped moving.

For a long while, scarlet blood flowed out from under him, gradually twisting and accumulating into a pool, and the rich blood immediately rushed into everyone's nose.

"Killed!"

With an exclamation, Meng Fuyao, who had already walked away, stayed where she was. When she turned her head, she saw that Gao Dayong was already lying in a pool of blood. Meng Fuyao quickly walked over and turned him over and saw him inserted underneath. Holding a half-cut knife, it was the knife that was previously crushed by myself and inserted into the back of another person's hand, and then pulled out by that person and thrown on the ground. It looked like I just kicked that guy on the broken knife by accident. Killed his life.

Not right.

Meng Fuyao looked at the knife, and her heart jumped. She remembered that she had inserted the knife into the back of the Rong man's hand. The man drew the knife and threw the knife on the ground casually. Now it is erected. Who moved it? Where is the broken knife?

She suddenly raised her head and saw a figure hurriedly squeezing into the crowd.

Meng Fuyao flew to chase, but more people rushed in. Those Rong people who followed to seek revenge suddenly went mad, brandishing a long sword and rushing desperately, shouting, "Kill! He killed Han Mu Tie!"

"Grab him! Grab him!"

Countless erected long knives reflected the sunlight, pouring over like snow-colored spring water, the spring water was rushing, crazy and chaotic, waiting to drown the thin young man in the middle of the crowd.

The call spread farther, extremely penetrating through the houses and the streets.

The surrounding Han people also panicked. Those at home hurriedly closed the door bang, and warned each other, "Never go out, something big will happen!"

People on the street, approaching Meng Fuyao quickly jumped away and declared loudly, "I don't know him! I don't know!"

Some people even rolled up their sleeves while retreating, yelling to the angry Rong people, "Brothers of the Rong family, this kid violated the dignity of the **** Gerri and killed the brothers of the Rong family. In the past, let's report to the county magistrate..."

The streets are noisy, and the chaos suddenly becomes a pot of boiling porridge.

Meng Fuyao threw Na Rong's corpse back to the ground, sneered, "All beings! All beings!"

Zong Yue stood quietly behind her and said, "You are not sighing at the time of all sentient beings. What is important for you is not to further intensify the situation."

He said it lightly, but Meng Fuyao's eyes flashed.

Don't intensify the situation, and prevent the news of the Rong people being killed from spreading to trigger a riot in the city, leading to more deaths, the only thing to do is to kill all the Rong people present!

The wind and thunder are faint, and fighting will begin. Once the majority of the Rong people in the city riot, what awaits the people of Yaocheng will be a catastrophe!

Thinking about the consequences, Meng Fuyao's eyes changed, and a layer of bloodshot eyes gradually surfaced, and she suddenly raised her head.

The Rong man who rushed towards with the sword whizzed and rushed with his sword, and then he saw the thin and thin boy on the opposite side, his eyes became extremely terrifying for a moment. If it was a sharp, unsheathed sword just now, the sword is now Killing blood, killing people, and becoming a real killer that can kill people!

Looking like that, let them see determination... and death!

When the man who headed the head met this look, he felt a bang in his heart for no reason. He subconsciously yelled and retreated. He retreated suddenly, and the people behind were still rushing with their heads, suddenly banging. Together, it caused a burst of dissatisfaction.

Before the curse was over, Meng Fuyao moved suddenly.

She lifted her robes and suddenly rushed out like a cannonball.

The figure rushed in mid-air too fast, pulling out a long black cannonball-like line. Almost the moment the black figure had just taken in the pupils of the crowd, Meng Fuyao had already rushed to the center of the Rong people's crowd. Knife.

"Choke!"

The light of the knife was shining like a white rainbow in the light of the sun, and it reached the top of everyone's heads in a flash. The light of the knife covered the sun, and it was covered with water!

Prick, poke, pinch, chop!

Get up, elbow out, kick, kick!

The contact time between the human body and the human body is as short as a spark, and it is divided as soon as it is touched, and when it separates, a large canopy of blood blooms. The blood flower here just bloomed, and the collision there happened again, the moment it happened It's another gorgeous blood flower.

Meng Fuyao rushed into the crowd like a black hurricane, walking through the fortress of long knives and muscles, wherever she passed, it brought out a rain of blood flying right and left. She reaped the knife as fast as she reaped. Life is as simple as harvesting straw.

Meng Fuyao will not give himself time to hesitate when it is time to kill.

This was a silent slaughter. Meng Fuyao tapped the other's acupuncture points smoothly every time he shot, so as not to spread the screams out of the alley and attract more people. The sound of the knife being continuously inserted and pulled out was dull but frightening. The corpses fell silently. This silent death would only make the heart more frightening. After the thirteenth person was cut off the straw, everyone stopped and drew their knives back. Fleeing stayed in place, shaking his legs to help with his sleeves, suspicious dampness appeared in the crotch, banging the door shut the peeking eyes away from the crack of the door, and the soft back was attached to the door panel. Found that the vest was cold sweat and cold.

Meng Fuyao has never killed so many people since her rebirth, and she has never killed people like this, but she is not merciless. As a traveler, she does not clearly distinguish the Rong and Han races, but she knows that women are benevolent. It is not suitable for troubled times, and killing to stop killing is sometimes the only way to reverse the overall situation. She is not worried about the outflow of a small amount of blood to prevent the gunpowder-like Yaocheng from being detonated by the kind of fire provoked by people, and prevent Yaocheng from the common chaos. , The ending of blood flow.

Seeing that there are still three Jong people finally fleeing, Meng Fu shook his leg, and rolled over them like a dark cloud, falling in front of them, hacking his hand to grab the knife in front, and throwing a backhand.

The knife was like a twist and nailed three Rong people who flee in the same direction into the ground. The last one was knocked out of the knife by Juli, swayed a few steps forward, and fell down next to a ditch on the street, with blood. Dye half of the groove red.

It is more than half a ditch, and the whole section of the street, blood has flowed into a ditch, flowing slowly across the bluestone road, like countless giant snakes twisting and wriggling.

There were people like clay sculptures all over the street, frozen there, not knowing how to move, Meng Fuyao stood alone in a pool of blood, raised his head, sighed toward the sky.

After sighing, she wiped her clothes on her clothes with both hands, and returned the knife into the sheath with great care. She usually uses three kinds of weapons. The small dagger is hidden in the elbow or sleeve to facilitate sneak attacks or self-defense. The long whip is tied to her waist. When escaping or not wanting to kill, the only opponent she had was this knife, which she wore behind her. It was used for the second time in many years to mass murder.

The name of the sword was "Slaying the Sky." When the old Taoist priest passed it to her, he looked cautious, saying that there is a great secret in the sword, but Meng Fuyao has never discovered what this secret is, but the sword is indeed a gem, Ming Rui It's like the look in the eyes of a first-class killer when facing the enemy.

She looked up at the sky, not knowing when the sun had faded, and layers of fish-scale haze appeared.

Behind them, Yao Xun and Zong Yue's hands, who had been blocking the entrance of the alley to draw the attention of people passing by, breathed a sigh of relief. They wiped the cold sweat from the shocking killing. Meng Fuyao's eyes were different. Now, the old man's family has long been paralyzed underground and speechless.

Although he did not intervene, he kept standing on the most important back position of Meng Fuyao. Zong Yue, who deliberately or unintentionally swept the formation, was calm as before, and even smiled slightly and said, “It’s time for me to use it. Up."

He stepped forward, took out a vial, and sprinkled it on each corpse. The wounds immediately enlarged and made a sizzling sound of burning, the flesh and blood gradually melted, the bones gradually softened, and finally turned into a pile of fine pieces. Bone debris, when blown by the wind, it will be scattered in the world.

All the traces and existence of a person in this world are eliminated in the blink of an eye.

The old man rushed over, hurriedly dragging Zongyue and Meng Fuyao, "Go, go, Rong people often wander outside, a group of people are coming over!"

Meng Fuyao helped the old man's wife and said, "These people are missing, and their companions must come to your house. You hurry and go with me."

She left in a hurry. Zong Yue wanted to keep it. After seeing all the corpses, he left. Suddenly, his brows wrinkled and his face turned pale. He stretched out his hand and caressed his heart, and the subordinates who were waiting for him hurried up and hugged him. To leave him.

When all the creators of this killing left, the talents in the alley woke up from shock like a dream. They looked at each other with pale faces, and they all saw deep fear in each other’s eyes, but their glances They fell off when they touched them, everyone wiped the blood on their bodies, walked away silently, went home, bolted the door firmly, and topped the door with a capstone.

Although they had instinctively pursued advantages and avoided disadvantages before their lives were threatened, they would consciously defend the situation caused by Meng Fuyao at this time, and they were all prepared to be silent and bury everything that happened this afternoon forever. In my heart, until the crisis really passed.

Has the crisis really passed?

The yellow sunset goes down, and the dark moon rises.

The moon image tonight is covered with a layer of fog, and it is vaguely visible. The streets, lanes, trees, and buildings are all hazily shrouded in a gray flowing mist.

In the ditch in the alley, the blood that had previously floated in the water has faded, and a layer of shimmering light is reflected on the surface of the water, and dark brown weeds grow by the side of the ditch, which is a bit strange in shape.

The previous "corpse" that was last pierced by Meng Fuyao, lying in the ditch, moved suddenly.

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Hey, I thought I could write about classmate Yuan today, but I didn't write it, so tomorrow, and thank you for your support, I am very touched... I have sent a nine thousand word update to answer the love and ask for touch.