The villain has a white moonlight

However, all those who rushed in were a group of vegetable chickens. He killed them cleanly like chopping melons and vegetables. Only after killing the last one did he realize that this was probably an arranged play. Three or 40 people should be well-trained elites.

The courtyard was completely surrounded, and the archers on the courtyard wall were already in place, just waiting for the order.

Luo Yafeng clicked his tongue, took out a snow-white silk handkerchief, lowered his head and casually wiped away the blood on the blade.

He and Wu Siyue, another servant of the gods, are both bodies made of clay mixed with ashes. They don't need to eat, they don't feel pain, they can't feel cold or warm, and they don't even have the right to die.

Survival in every battle is only for the ultimate death, he longs for liberation, not to die for hundreds of years and still be in peace, to be dug out of his grave to serve the glorious and arduous project of restoring the country.

"Father!" A woman's cry sounded, followed by the sound of struggling, and someone stopped her from entering.

"Fu'er, be careful, the assassin is inside, it's very dangerous." Donggong Shenying, the deputy head of the sect, said with a frown.

"Father! Daddy, answer me! Speak up! You're okay, daddy!" There was no response to the calls, but the despair of shattered hopes.

"Xiaofu..." Donggong Shenyue had a sad face and her eyes were already red, but she was pushed away by her persuasion.

Dong Gongfu, who was carrying a medicine basket, broke into the courtyard through the open courtyard door, knocked Luo Yafeng staggered, and hurriedly rushed into the house.

The woman panicked and mourned, she could no longer see anyone, because she ran so fast that the sharp spikes of moon grass in the basket fell all the way.

"Father..." Donggong Fu knelt down beside her father, grabbed a handful of Crescent Moon Grass, and took out the hibiscus needle with trembling hands, but in vain, she fell down and hugged the dying man, crying loudly.

Luo Yafeng looked back and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't speak, and smiled at Donggong Shenyue: "Little Shishi, you left in time!"

"Bold madman! How dare you call Eleventh Master so frivolously!"

"Ah? Frivolous? Your Patriarch also called him that, frivolous?"

"You...it's different!" The monk was choked and smoked with anger.

"If I hadn't gone to count the congratulatory gifts, how could I have allowed you, a villain, to succeed!" Donggong Shenyue was filled with grief and indignation. She spread out her golden fan and came with the wind. , Donggong Shenyue's move seems weak and contemptuous, but it is feminine and vicious. The golden fan and the two knives collided, and the cold metal trembled one after another. The two figures were also inseparable.

Donggong Shenyue's meticulous defense aroused Luo Yafeng's competitive spirit, and finally he stared at a gap, the knife in his right hand pressed down on the golden fan, and the sharp knife in his left hand chopped towards the opponent's head.

"Luo Yafeng!" With a crying voice and a silver feather arrow breaking through the wind, piercing through his heart and whizzing out, the golden fan in front of him cut across, Luo Yafeng quickly turned sideways, and there was a bright red bloodstain on his neck.

It's so dangerous, he doesn't want to go back to the ghost market with his head in his hands.

Donggong Shenyue wanted to fight again, but she was exhausted and took two steps back, vomiting a lot of blood, she was unable to swing her fan anymore.

"Eleventh brother has a chronic illness again, Chunqiu Pill, quickly get Chunqiu Pill!" Donggong Shenying said loudly.

"Protect...Miss." Donggong Shenyue gasped while clutching her heart, with big drops of cold sweat rolling down her forehead.

Holding a hibiscus bow in her hand, Donggong Fu stands on the jade steps, looking in a trance, staring at the man in the peacock emerald feather robe, the withered leaves swirl in the courtyard, and the westerly wind blows like endless weeping.

A few monks pointed their knives vigilantly at Luo Yafeng while rushing backwards to Dong Gongfu's side, protecting the woman in the middle.

"I didn't kill your father." Luo Yafeng said slightly sideways.

"Fire the arrow." Donggong Shenying cut down with his hand, and issued an order decisively.

The silver arrows came like a torrential rain, and Luo Yafeng drew a dazzling silver light with his two knives, sweeping down wave after wave of arrowheads. When he turned around to dodge, he saw the monk behind Dong Gongfu, holding a long sword in his hand and facing the woman. After stabbing in the back, the others were also vigilantly observing the movement around them.These few seem to be guards, but they are here to kill!

Without even thinking about it, a scimitar was thrown away, and the man ran towards Dong Gongfu without hesitation.

The hand of the assailant monk had been cut off, and before Dong Gongfu recovered from the grief, the hands of the surrounding monks who showed their vicious looks were all cut off.

"Little Fu...be careful..." Donggong Shenyue who was being supported said weakly, she clenched the golden fan tightly in her hand, but she couldn't help her, her face full of annoyance and self-reproach.

Dong Gongfu looked at the green-clothed man rushing towards her, she acted faster than she thought, her hands were wet with warm blood, only then did she realize that the hairpin in her hand had pierced into the man's heart.

"Miss, I am saving you."

Ben wanted to remind her that her home might be a wolf's den, but she saw the woman staring at him without saying a word, her beautiful eyes were blank, her tears were rolling like broken beads, and she was like a puppet whose soul had been taken out. He sighed and said no more.

Now the other party should not be able to hear him.

Because Dong Gongfu was next to him, the archers were wary and did not dare to shoot another arrow. They stood on the spot, the air seemed to be still. Being stared at by the woman, their hearts were trembling and they were about to pull away, but Dong Gongfu fell backwards. Luo Yafeng subconsciously He stretched out his hand to support him, but Donggong Shenying yelled, "Murderer, what did you do to Fu'er!"

Obviously, it was excessive grief that caused people to faint, but this person just opened his mouth to take the blame.

"Kill this villain, don't hurt Xiaofu." Donggong Shenyue raised her hand and rubbed her temples, and said distressedly.

Luo Yafeng brought the comatose woman out of Donggong's house. They were surrounded and intercepted all the way, not only those who wanted to arrest him, but also those who wanted to take Donggongfu's life. When they walked to this dense forest, they shook off the fairy. Chasing soldiers at the door, taking a breather.

After putting down Dong Gongfu, the emerald earring fell from the woman's sleeve, and he took it back to contact Mr. Huang Quan, briefly explained the whole story, concealed the fact that his wound could not heal and said with a smile: "Brother Quan, I couldn't handle it. Lost their nest, this time I counted the mission as a failure, but I saved your old classmate, can you make up for it a little?"

"Take her to the ghost market, and we'll talk about the rest when we come back." Mr. Huang Quan's tone was unusually calm.

"Okay, my lord, wait for me." Luo Yafeng said lightly, "Then I'll hang up."

"Ah."

The light from the fireflies in the earrings disappeared, and the pile of dead branches and leaves burned vigorously, crackling and exuding the fragrance of pine, the flames became brighter and warmer, and Dong Gongfu, who did not know when she woke up, was standing across the fire, Looking at Luo Yafeng.

"Are you awake?" Luo Yafeng got up and walked to the woman, took out the hairpin and handed it to her, "Here, return your things to you."

"Why?" Dong Gongfu asked tremblingly without picking up the hairpin.

"what?"

"Why did you kill my father and the people from the East Palace Gate, but not me?"

"I really didn't kill your father," Luo Yafeng said sincerely, "Kill those monks, kill people, it's very simple."

Avoiding Dong Gongfu's gaze, she continued: "You should have heard the reason for not killing you. It is for the sake of my future. My boss is your old classmate, so I dare not do anything to you."

"Mr. Huang Quan... have you also practiced in Zixiao Academy?" Dong Gongfu's tone was a little weak.

"Yes!" Luo Yafeng handed over the hairpin again.

Dong Gongfu raised her hand with difficulty, just touching the hairpin, she was unable to lower it down again.

"Your situation is not very good, how can you be so sad?"

"I might have been hit by the Snow Clothes Gu." Dong Gongfu said calmly.

"I've never heard of it. It won't hurt your life, right?" Luo Yafeng asked casually.

"Yes, if there is no antidote within ten days, I will die."

"It's not me." Only then did Luo Yafeng remember that he was a suspect, and whispered.

"I understand that the only Snow Clothes Gu left in the world is sealed in my Donggong Clan's Laughing Platform, where only... my father can go."

"So you've been tricked too? Tsk, it's been a game since I was caught. The murderer may be someone from your family."

"Shut up!" Donggong Fu's eyes were red, and after she finished speaking, another big tear rolled out, her heart heaving violently.

Luo Yafeng didn't say any more, this girl was hit by a life-threatening Gu and was still calm as usual, but she was panicked by the possible truth, she couldn't believe it, she didn't want to believe it.

He picked up the hairpin and gently placed it in Dong Gongfu's palm: "My lord wants to see you, and Dalihua should relieve you of the Gu at that time."

The other party ignored it, Luo Yafeng shrugged, walked to the fire and spread his hands quietly to enjoy the fire, relying on his memory to seek warmth is a variety of feelings, a fat bamboo mouse jumped out from nowhere, lying on the side of the fire gone.

"Aren't you afraid of people? Luckily, I don't need to eat, and that young lady must have no appetite, otherwise I would have roasted you." Luo Yafeng picked up a branch, poked the fat belly of the bamboo rat, and threatened it. road.

It was really just a scare, even though he hated his status as a servant of the gods, it was impossible for him to eat animals as a member of the Yuyi tribe.

The bamboo rat squeaked twice, moved its short legs a little further away from him, and continued to lie on its stomach, its small eyes sometimes looked at him, and sometimes at the unconscious woman over there.

"Little fat man, it's fine if you come to rub my fire, why do you still look like you are watching?" Luo Yafeng didn't mind at all, and casually filled the fire with another pile of firewood.

The thunder roared, and then the rainstorm suddenly fell, and the bonfire was extinguished instantly. The sound of rain piercing through the forest and beating leaves was accompanied by the rustling of the wind blowing through the forest. At night, the forest became more and more eerie.

Or because of a Gu, Dong Gongfu fell into a coma again, the rain was pouring down, Luo Yafeng hesitated, got up and walked over, the bamboo rat slid to Dong Gongfu like lightning, the vigorous figure and the quick movement, Surprised by Luo Yafeng, he flicked lightly with a branch,

The bamboo rat's petite and fat body flew away, drawing a half-moon arc, and landed in a pile of dead leaves. The little thing rolled twice on the spot, grinning at the man in emerald green clothes.

"I really don't know what your little brain is thinking." Luo Yafeng rolled his eyes, opened a hand to cover Dong Gongfu's head, and his arm immediately turned into a green feather bird's wing, covering it for the sleeping person. Linling and wind and rain.

The fat, fluffy bamboo mouse seemed to be startled, and then calmed down.

At the end of the night, the rain barely stopped. Luo Yafeng retracted his wings, rubbed his sore arms, and got up to take Dong Gongfu away, but there were footsteps coming towards them, and he pressed the handle of the knife vigilantly, After seeing clearly who the two came through Lin Fuye in the hazy morning mist, he let go of his weapon again, and said with a smile: "So it's the ghost head and your beautiful Taoist companion. Why, you two came here specially to find me?"

The man with curly hair and golden eyes, wearing a scimitar on his waist is tall and straight. He is wearing a red coat with a crane feather cloak, which is even more graceful and luxurious.

The young Taoist with silver lotus crown and hair is as white as snow, with a dusty temperament. The lotus pattern embroidered with silver thread on the clothes in the mirror walks like a lotus in water, rippling with the waves, and the whole person is like the god of Luoshui. Fluttering.