Kuai Chuan: The cold Lord God always acts like a spoiled brat to me

Chapter 131 Master Hou He Was Caught by a Scheming Beauty 21
Several iron arrows were fired at once, sweeping from all directions, with cold light and murderous intent everywhere!
Xie Xun drew out his sword, a cold light came into his eyes, and there was no expression on his face.

As long as he stands there, everything is his.

Meng Tangan narrowly avoided the passing iron arrow, and quickly approached Xie Xun.

What's the plot of the hunting ground?
Forget it, haven't read it, give up the rescue.

She puffed up her face in distress, and looked at this scene, with annoyance and displeasure in her eyes, but no fear at all.

"boom!"

Many assassins broke in through the windows. Tonight's Bai'an Mountain is full of blood and blood.

Black clothes, dragon snake pattern.

It was the person from that night.

Xie Xun clasped the hilt of his sword with his long fingers, his eyes full of interest.

Seeing that Xie Xun was difficult to deal with, those assassins turned their attention to Meng Tang'an!
Meng Tangan: "..."

Don't mind brothers, maybe we are still a family, and I am an undercover agent.

There is a common enemy!

"Master Hou, they want to kill you..." The woman with long hair reaching her waist and wearing a snow-white prison uniform was a pitiful little girl. Her white fingertips grabbed Xie Xun's sleeves tightly and hid behind him. Tap the vibrato.

Xie Xun pulled his sleeve impatiently, but didn't pull it out: "Are you blind, even you will be killed."

"It's not that Tang'an can't be buried with Xu Beihou." She said softly, her appearance was obviously extremely terrified, but she managed to stay calm, her little face was pale and sickly, and she stood obediently behind him from the beginning to the end, not taking a single step. Dare to leave.

However, this is another price.

Meng Tangan didn't say this, ruining the atmosphere.

Meng Tang'an became the owner of this body, and merged with the original owner's soul. As a secret guard, he naturally knew martial arts.

But in front of Xie Xun, it must not be exposed.

The rain of arrows covered the sky, and the sound of the long sword piercing into the heart was cruel and creepy, and corpses fell one after another. The man flipped the cold sword like a god of death, without any scruples.

Even so, with the large number of assassins, it is still difficult to deal with it.

Meng Tang'an finally understood what Xie Xun wanted to do.

He must be looking for something, willing to risk himself.

A person.

If he is not careful, he will lose his life here, and he has no scruples.

Simply insane!

The thick wipe was redder than fresh blood, loose and cold, and drops of blood dripped from the long sword.

The cold arrow pierced through the night, and it was difficult to dodge. It pierced his shoulder blades with the murderous intent of Sen Han, and the blood instantly stained his clothes!
I can't tell whether the blood is redder or the clothes are more colorful.

Even so, Xie Xun's movements didn't stop for a moment, he broke the arrow casually, and swallowed a muffled groan, as if he wasn't the one who was injured, his movements became more and more severe.

Meng Tang'an followed Xie Xun closely from the beginning to the end, the blood spattered from Xu Beihou's shoulder bone, hot and red, splashed onto her face.

She froze for two seconds, looking at the person in front of her, she could see blood flowing from her shoulder.

He will also get hurt.

Pausing for a moment, Meng Tang'an wiped his eyes with one free hand, which was covered with blood, but he didn't let go of Xie Xun's sleeve, and the hand in the sleeve tightly clenched the dagger, to guard against the surroundings trying to get closer. Person: "Be careful."

The severe pain piercing through the shoulder bone made him very sober, Xie Xun forcibly suppressed the blood pouring into his throat, and licked his thin lips with the tip of his tongue, calmly: "I can't kill you."

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the valley was quiet, corpses fell to the ground in disorder, and the smell of blood was disgusting.

Xie Xun stood in the center, his sleeves were fluttering, the wind was blowing, blood dripped down his sleeves, his back was straight and proud, his face was abnormally pale, he bent over to look at the assassin on the ground.

The dragon and snake patterns on the sleeves are extremely dazzling and lifelike.

His eyes turned around and then froze suddenly.

His slender fingers picked up a dark yellow thing from the sole of the corpse's shoe, put it on the tip of his nose and smelled it.

—It’s corn, old.

The military supplies and food transported to Xucheng were provided by Yu Guancang, but the treasury had been emptied by Emperor Yan over the years, and Yu Guancang was short of food, so someone opportunistically allocated some edible old grain from Dongjing Rice Shop to fill the military supplies.

Sure enough, it was related to the disappearance of military supplies.

Xie Xun's eyes were dull and gloomy, he twitched the old grain, straightened up, his sleeve was suddenly pulled timidly, he followed the force to look over.

"You need a bandage."

The man was slim and tall, and said softly.

High mountains, night, corpses all over the ground, she was dressed in white, holding his sleeve undefended, her voice fell to her ears through the evening wind.

That whiteness is too dazzling and should not appear here.

When Xie Xun killed someone, he never thought about whether such a cruel scene would frighten such a delicate little waste, but now looking at the person in front of him, his eyes are a little dark.

"What's the matter?" She looked a little uneasy and asked in doubt.

The blood splashed by Xie Xun when he killed her fell on her face, and the bright red blood rolled down the end of the eyes, which was very dazzling on Bai Shengsheng's skin, and slid through the dark blue blood vessels on the slender neck, dyeing the prison uniform red.

There was an inexplicable hint of lust in the blood, which made people feel the desire to destroy.

Still without knowing it, in the middle of the night, a pair of lovely peach blossom eyes looked at him, clean and pure, with affection at the end of their eyes.

Xie Xun paused for two seconds, his Adam's apple rolled, and he shook off her hand.

"Take care of yourself." He walked into the cabin and ordered, "Take your pen and ink."

Meng Tangan pursed his lips, followed him in, found a pen and paper for him, and rubbed the ink.

Xie Xun stood in front of the desk, his slender white fingers held on to the black bone whistle, put it to his lips and blew.

The sound of the bone whistle was low and solemn, with melodious gestures, echoing in the night, echoing in the mountains and forests, circling the sky and the earth, different from the unrestrained, lazy and romantic in the past, at this moment he stood there, calm and peaceful, as quiet as the deep sea.

The night is unclear, the stars are dim, a ray of moonlight spreads in the wooden house, and the ground is quiet and mottled, outlining a clean and clear outline, which is elegant and profound.

He was completely different from the romantic and famous Xu Beihou in Lin'an.

Meng Tangan leaned against the wall to look at him, and suddenly remembered the ending of the original book that her friend had told her.

That precious and unparalleled Xu Beihou is the most proud Xu Beihou. Once he is defeated and reduced to a prisoner, everyone can step forward, humiliate and tease him wantonly.

From then on, no one respected him, dreamed of him and his predecessors.

After the third prince Liang Jian came to the throne, because he was jealous of that face, he ordered someone to destroy that good skin, which cost a total of 37 knives and was dripping with blood.

And because Xie Xun's bones and blood are special, he broke his bones inch by inch and drained his blood dry!

You can't live, you can't die.

Squeeze out the last drop of use value, and hang the corpse on the city wall for three days and three nights.

When later generations talked about Xie Xun, thousands of people reviled and hated him, saying that he was a traitor and a traitor, and his life was full of crimes.

No one remembers that he is Dayan's first consecutive triple-scholar champion, the little general Xie who is a tiger father but has no dogs, and Xu Beihou who is unparalleled in romance.

There were also three thousand guests in the hall full of flowers and drunkenness, and fourteen states with a sword of frost and cold.

The young man in fresh clothes and thin clothes, who saw all the flowers in Chang'an in one day, only existed for a short time. He fell into the quagmire and couldn't get up again.

The bone whistle stopped, and the moonlight flickered.

Xie Xun spoke abruptly.

(End of this chapter)