Beautiful lady, why not follow the thief

The ones who came were indeed the disciples of Huanyu Building—different from the medicine workshop, they wore the uniform uniform of the [-]th floor.

Seeing these devil cultists, the people in the pharmacy immediately dispersed like frightened birds, those people didn't stop them, let them go, and then surrounded the small pharmacy.

Only Yan Heng was left sitting in peace.

Anyone could see that these people came from bad intentions. Some courageous people hid outside and shouted at Yan Heng inside: "Run, young man! It's the demon from the twelfth floor..."

Before the words were finished, the popularity was cut off.

It caused countless screams of shock and fear, and the people watching were quickly scared away, and some people from the rivers and lakes were secretly guarding on the outside, and there were also some refugees and beggars waiting to pick up leaks in the corner.

A man wearing black gauze gloves touched the blood on the iron claws of the glove, and walked slowly into the main entrance.

In this situation, anyone can guess that it is not good.

Yan Heng put down his teacup calmly, and looked at the unexpected guest.

That was the person on his twelfth floor, the branch owner in charge of this Huanyu building, and one of his five dead men—the dead men and the dead men, all of whom had sworn blood vows to die for him.It's a pity that in troubled times, Zhongyi has long since disappeared.

"Young master, hello."

The visitor moved his neck and smiled at Yan Heng, making a "click" sound from his wrist bones.

Yan Heng gently covered the teacup, raised his eyelids and said coldly: "Miaowu, you shouldn't be here, right?"

The former dead soldier sneered: "Yan Heng, it's you, you shouldn't be sitting in this seat." The pun in his words was undisguised, and he shouted preemptively: "Hand over the Feihua Ling!"

Yan Heng secretly took a look at the people brought by Miaowu. In Luocheng, he could only mobilize the people from Huanyulou. If he came to force the palace so confidently, there must be other forces as backers.Cangya Mountain?No, they must disdain to associate with the Demon Cult, at least on the surface.If other sects are not strong enough to fight against the twelfth floor, then it is the imperial court.

Yan Heng turned his head slightly to look at the back hall again—it must have been too long since Tongque went to get the medicine.Was he held back by the traitors from Huanyulou, or...

That thought just passed by in a flash, and was soon dismissed by Yan Heng, who scolded himself in his heart.

Yan Heng regained his composure a little, and said, "Flying Flower Order? If you have the ability, you can get it yourself."

His momentary unease just now was caught by Miaowu, who sneered: "Don't look, young master. Today, you can't count on anyone!"

Yan Heng smiled slightly: "I never count on others, you'd better be too. As I said, if you have the ability, you can get it yourself."

As soon as the last word was pronounced, the dead man's iron claws grabbed the young master's face. Yan Heng sideways avoided the first blow, but his figure obviously struggled the second time.

Except for Miaowu, everyone present was somewhat unexpected.They didn't expect that the young landlord on the twelfth floor, who replaced the previous devil, would be so weak that he didn't even seem to know martial arts.

Even some of the onlookers in the distance couldn't bear it and began to whisper: "Is that really Yan Heng, the owner of the twelfth floor? How is that possible! Is he just a patient?"

"Stupid! Will his own slayer recognize the wrong person?"

A group of people exchanged a round of news with each other, but they didn't discuss the reason. Everyone looked at a beggar who had been silent all the time: "Hey, Xiaoxie, you are the best at Luocheng news, so what happened to Yan Heng?" What, can you tell everyone?"

The beggar called Xiao Xie didn't say a word, leaned against the corner with his arms folded and concentrated on watching the battle.

"Hey, it's your leg that's hurt, not your throat, so you can't even speak?"

Everyone chatted for a long time, but Xiao Xie didn't pay any attention to it.Some people booed him boredly, at this time another beggar stood up and said weakly: "Didn't you say... the Yan family on the [-]th floor controls 'that'?"

After he finished speaking, everyone was silent for a moment.There are various affectionate expressions on everyone's face, including greed, fear, curiosity, and...anger, all from that beggar named Xiao Xie.

It's just that no one is paying attention to him now.

The person who spoke again couldn't help lowering his voice: "You mean... witch hazel?"

***

"Golden hazel song, is it a scam?" Miaowu was dodged with a claw down, and the iron nail was fixed to the wall. He approached Yan Heng nonchalantly and said, "Don't think I don't know, Yan Shouwei hasn't practiced it either. That mentality, let alone you. Tell me, how many more knives can you dodge? Master Yan!"

Miaowu pulled out his iron claws and slashed at Yan Heng again, but was barely dodged. Yan Heng was out of breath, and every claw almost brushed against the limit, and Miaowu seemed to be happy to play such a game, so he deliberately and He played around without using all his strength, trying to make him make a fool of himself.

Yan Heng dodged a claw, and suddenly covered his chest and coughed violently, almost unable to support his body, he could only support the wall to breathe slowly.

Miaowu was impatient to give him a chance to breathe, he tilted his mouth and showed a bloodthirsty smile, and swung at Yan Heng with his arms.

However, the claw still failed to hit him, and a shadow suddenly hung upside down from the beam. No one could see what was going on, only heard a crisp metal clashing sound of "Ding--", and then saw Miao I was repelled several steps, and immediately took a defensive posture defensively.

Miaowu knew that it was Yeyin.The five dead men are hidden in the night, and they specialize in lurking in secret, waiting for opportunities to act. He will not show up and expose himself until Yan Heng's critical moment.After this blow hit, Yeyin also came out from the shadows, and stood in front of Yan Heng with a dagger horizontally.

Miao Wu's eyes became serious, but Yan Heng coughed and grabbed Ye Yin's arm: "No, back down."

Both Yeyin and Miaowu were taken aback for a moment, but soon Yeyin obeyed the order, and disappeared into the sunlight with a sway of his body, coming and going without a trace, with a brisk figure that few people can match.

Miao Wu sneered in disbelief: "Huh? Young Master, you want to court death so much?"

The crowd of onlookers in the distance also made a small noise again.

"No wonder it is said that the five dead men on the twelfth floor are more terrifying existences than the main building. This Miaowu's moves are from weird and evil angles, and that Yeyin is even more elusive. On the contrary, the surname is Yan. No matter how you look at it, it is useless. I don't know." Do you suspect that this is a substitute?"

"Is Yan Heng crazy? He called Yeyin back and wanted to single out Miaowu by himself? I don't think he'll cough to death soon before that dead man of his makes his move!"

"What the hell is going on in this young master's mind?"

In the corner, the beggar named Xiao Xie who had been silent all this time suddenly snorted.

"Liwei."

He only said these two words.

***

Yan Heng probably did not expect that at this moment, the person who knows him best is not the dead man who has served him for ten years, not the shadow guard hiding in the shadows, and not everyone who is waiting to see his jokes, but a The little beggar who stole his purse.

He really wanted to take this opportunity to show his prestige, in Luocheng, in front of everyone, to tell those who coveted something, whether he, Yan Heng, should be the landlord of the twelfth floor.

But the price for Liwei is that he needs to use "that".

That was something that was almost forbidden to him.

Yan Heng's hand holding the wall finally left the wall, and his body slowly stood upright. Under the wide sleeve, his right hand bent very unnoticed, and then, in an instant, from the blood vessel on the back of his right hand, , A black charm suddenly grew from the skin, winding all the way to the neck, and climbing up the right half of the cheek.

The black curse seal carried a terrifying aura from hell, making Yan Heng's pale and bloodless face look ecstatic.He breathed a little, and suddenly attacked the dead soldier who was standing still.

Miaowu was so terrified that he almost lost the ability to move. It was his body's instinctive emergency response to the crisis that made him escape. He touched his neck with lingering fear and found that a thin bloodstain had been drawn on it.

There was a gleam of silver light on the tip of Yan Heng's index finger. The weapon he almost killed was just a needle, the golden needle "Red Crisp Hand".

"Golden...thread...qu...!" Miao Wu widened his eyes and looked at Yan Heng incredulously, "You, when did you...?"

Yan Heng sneered: "It seems that you are really unqualified."

***

"Golden hazel song!! The golden hazel song has appeared!!"

Outside the Huanyu Building, there are pairs of terrified eyes.

Xiao Xie's nails were firmly dug into the palm of his hand. Amidst the frenzied shouts of the crowd, he calmly read out the three words: "Gold, thread, and song. Hehe."

And that person's name: "Yan, Heng."

With a sound of "嗖——", the scarlet flare exploded in the sky above Luocheng, and a few beggars nearby looked up and observed for a while, and said, "It's the five dead men Tongque! She is going to call the people from Tingyu Tower to come over, let's go There will be a chaotic battle soon! Xiao Xie? Let's go!"

"Leave me alone." Xiao Xie put down these words, suddenly jumped onto the wall, and ran closer to the Huanyu Building.

"Hey! Danger—"

"Forget about that strange guy, he has always been desperate, let's go!"

***

"I want to leave now, but it's too late, Miaowu." Yan Heng's crimson hand brushed against the dead man's neck again, leaving another one exactly the same under a fine mark on his face.

At this moment, Yan Heng and Fang Cai are in completely different states, even as if they were different people.No one dared to say that he was a sick man, and the curse mark on his face showed that those who approached him would die miserably.

Hamamelis song - that is the dreaded but frightened martial art method in today's martial arts world.It is a synonym for evil, heretics, and inhumanity, and it is also a symbol of strength to ascend to the top of the world and dominate the world.

Miaowu backed back again and again in a panic, until he finally couldn't escape, seeing Yan Heng stabbing at him mercilessly, he suddenly grabbed a passerby of unknown circumstances and threw him in front of him.

It looked like an ordinary farmer with a basket of chicks on his back. He might have just come down from the market on Xuanwu Street and didn't know what was going on here.

Don't look at Yan Heng's hand is just a short needle, after pouring his inner strength, it is enough to make it pass through the farmer and stab Miaowu's vital point.

But Yan Heng was beyond everyone's expectations, he stopped the castration and let the innocent passer-by go at the risk of self-shock.

This is not in line with the style of a leader of the Demon Cult, so no spectators bought into him. In their eyes, Yan Heng was just putting on a show, trying to save a good reputation.

But the beggar on the wall raised his eyebrows with interest.

——The dead man still knows his young master more or less, so he dared to make such a choice at the critical moment of life and death.But that's food for thought.

Before Xiao Xie had time to think too much, he saw Miaowu take advantage of the opportunity to kill the past, the innocent passerby was still caught in the middle, Yan Heng was confident, but when he touched his waist, he remained calm There was a sudden crack in his expression, and then he took a step forward to push away the passerby, and was hit by Miaowu's claw on his left shoulder.

In the eyes of others, Yan Heng's actual combat experience was still too little and his reaction was not enough, so Miao Wu got the second hand.But Xiao Xie recalled Yan Heng's action, as if he remembered something, took out a month old money bag embroidered with gold silk pattern from his pocket, he opened it, and was stunned.

It wasn't broken silver, but locust rocks. After a careful sniff, it should be hollow with gunpowder buried inside. It was covered by the smell of medicine before, but he didn't smell it.Yan Heng should have touched a hidden weapon just now, only to find that the purse was no longer with him.

Xiao Xie's heart was distorted at that moment.

This became a passive tease. Originally, the purse was just a trivial prank. Thinking about it made Yan Heng sick at best, and now he was indirectly helping that man named Miaowu.

It would have been fine if Yan Heng hadn't been injured, but he was injured because of this, and he was still trying to be a good person and save passers-by.This is unacceptable.

This kind of "retaliation" is not within the scope of the little beggar's plan.

He still has a bet with Wen Youguan's accountant, and he thinks he is someone who can win and lose, so wouldn't that be a suspicion of cheating?

Xiao Xie was very irritable and uncomfortable.

Yan Heng was also depressed and uncomfortable. Too many thoughts flashed through his mind at the moment when he felt empty, such as "that beggar did it", "It really is the damn beggar in Luocheng! Let them all die." That's good!", "But I didn't notice it at the time, and the Tongque didn't notice it? How is it possible?", "It's not a problem with the technique, it's... that beggar has a problem, maybe he is not a simple beggar, who is he Sent to approach me on purpose? He should know that there is no money in it. He may even know what is going to happen today, so it is a temptation. He is from Miaowu, or from the court.", "In short, not a Good stuff! Bai Xia looks so handsome."

All thoughts flashed by in an instant, Yan Heng was only stunned for a moment, and was stabbed by Miaowu's iron claws.

So when the pain came, he scolded not Miaowu, but that stinky beggar in his heart.