The visibility in Mount Beitu at noon was higher than that in the early morning, but the white fog still could not be dispersed.
Wei Ke took most of the people and left some people in place before going in. She carefully distinguished the marks left by Ruan Yan and warned the others: "It's foggy, so be careful."
When he reached a fork in the road, Wei Ke stopped.
She whistled, and there were two cooing sounds above her head, and a dove landed on her hand accurately.
This was the one they left here first. After being given to the Yayoi Cult, the fat pigeon lost a lot of weight in the past few years. In order to make it lose weight and not turn into a roast pigeon, it also suffered a lot, and its body became much lighter.
Wei Ke: "Lead the way and reward you with meat when we go back."
Hearing Wei Ke's words, Fat Pigeon's eyes shone brightly, and he flapped his wings to lead them forward.
"Be careful, there may be others." San'er reminded. With Mu Huaxiao's character, he would probably surround this place with iron walls. It is impossible to have only such a small number of manpower.
Wei Ke snorted. The weapon she was holding this time was a folding fan. When unfolding the fan, there was a picture of a beauty. The fan bones were made of ivory and ebony. From the outside, it looked like a beautiful fan. It's hard to tell that this folding fan has been stained with a lot of human blood.
If you hadn't seen with your own eyes that this fan could almost cut off someone's head when it flew out.
Blood dripped down the fan, flew around and returned to her hand. The speed of Wei Ke's attack was beyond those people's imagination.
Injury is inevitable due to the fog, but other women are not easy to bully. The enemy is in the dark and I am in the light. It is easier to be attacked if you speak out. In the middle of the dream, he used his legs to twist the neck of the last killer. The two sides fought almost silently.
The air was filled with the smell of blood, and Wei Ke didn't understand what it was like to insist on wearing black clothes in the snow. Wouldn't it be easier to be discovered?
"How are you?"
San'er said: "Xiao Jiu was hit by a sword in the abdomen and can't walk away."
Wei Ke: "I'll find two people to take her out."
"I'm okay!" Xiaojiu held her belly and leaned against San'er. The light-colored clothes she wore were soaked red. The wound was a cross-cut sword wound. There was a lot of bleeding and she needed to be bandaged as soon as possible.
"Xiaojiu."
Xiao Jiu pursed her lips and felt aggrieved: "I won't go back! I want to kill that beast with my own hands!"
San'er replied almost indifferently: "How do you kill? If that brother hadn't blocked the sword for you just now, you would have died here now!"
The elder brother of the Yayoi Cult who was pointed out by San'er took a few steps away in embarrassment.
San'er said: "We will definitely kill him. We have already paid a lot, and nothing is worth paying with our lives."
After listening to San'er's words, Xiaojiu nodded with a white face, turned away and shed tears. Wei Ke quickly asked a few people to make a simple stretcher on the spot to send her out, and some more seriously injured people also went back together. .
Ban Meng wiped his sword with an expressionless expression, but he just thought of one sentence.
"Everyone's life is precious, and no one has the right to arbitrarily kill it."
This is what Ruan Xianbei once told her.
At that time, she worshiped Mu Huaxiao as a god. If she hadn't been almost burned to death in a raging fire, she wouldn't have been able to wake up.
Later, she told San'er and Xiaojiu this sentence, pulling them out of their confused future, so they decided to take revenge.
As a sharp blade, he is extremely patient, waiting for an opportunity to hit with one hit.
This is the time.
The wounded all retreated, and there was a muffled sound not far away, as if something was being suffocated. Wei Ke looked in that direction with a solemn expression: "Keep walking."
This muffled sound was the signal bomb released by Ruan Xianbei, which was exploded by Mu Huaxiao.
Seeing that her men were exhausted but the backup had not yet arrived, Ruan Xianbei remembered that she still had a flare in her arms. She looked for an opportunity and threw it out. Unexpectedly, the flare had just - or not yet risen three meters. Then Mu Huaxiao silenced him from the air.
Come.
Looking at the fragments of the signal bomb, Ruan Xianbei could only continue to deal with Xu Pei.
She was a little confused as to why Xu Pei had transformed from "Empty Young Master" to a master of Tianxuan. Xu Pei seemed to have some leftover strength in his fight with her and did not show his true strength.
But during the fight, Xu Pei kept looking at her with affectionate and crazy eyes, which made her a little unbearable.
"Are you sick?" Ruan Xianbei couldn't help but asked.
Xu Pei showed a nostalgic look: Smile.jpg.
Ruan Xianbei frowned:? ? ?
"You asked me this before, and I was indeed sick at that time."
"..."
Ruan Xianbei dodged his sword that stabbed her shoulder blade, and knocked the sword back with a clang: "It's there now."
Xu Pei also talked to her about some things from his childhood, which were all memories of being locked up in the dungeon, but it was a pity that she didn't remember them.
She only felt that Xu Pei was noisy.
"None of them look like you, I can tell right away."
Suddenly Ruan Xianbei heard this sentence from a bunch of rubbish. With the flash of swords and shadows, who was he showing this affectionate look to?
On the other side, Mu Huaxiao, who was standing there, suddenly made a new move.
He put his hand on his eyes and slowly raised his head to look at the situation in front of him. A cold and cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and a bloodthirsty red appeared in his eyes.
He said to himself: "It's been three years, why did you let me come out while I was here?"
