Chapter 621: Fighting violence with violence

Lan Guiqing retreated quickly, lying on her side, pulling out the sword beside her waist. ∏Pineapple÷Xiao∏ Say

The sharp blade swept the black shadow's waist quickly.

The black shadow passed over the blue light head.

Lan Meng's hand holding the knife trembled.

In the darkness, the thick black shadow arrow shot into the jungle of the black shadow and disappeared in an instant.

Lan Meiqing had already lit the light in the hall. He carried a pissy lantern and walked into Xiaoyuan's room.

Xiao Yuan's nose breathing was even, and he slept very heavily, but his face turned pale.

Lan Meng leaned over and called out: "Xiao Yuan...Xiao Yuan..."

Xiaoyuan didn't speak, and responded to his slight snoring.

Lan Meiqing breathed a long sigh and turned around and stared at the pot of ink-colored small flowers in the corner of the wall. He suddenly felt dizzy.

The room was not big, filled with the strange fragrance of flowers.

Xiao Yuan, who was sleeping, suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes were strange, and there was a hint of cruelty in his indifference.

Lan Meiqing didn't see it. He had already walked to the corner of the wall, carefully picked up the pot of ink-colored small flowers, and then suddenly threw them out of the window.

Xiaoyuan closed his eyes and made rhythmic snoring again.

Lan Jueqing stood in the living room and called out to Mrs. Xiao. His voice was loud, but no one answered. Even the timid little maid slept to death.

Lan Mei lightly began to knock on the door, and the knock sounded from small to large, and it was enough to wake up those who had not slept for three days and three nights.

There is no echo, or no echo!

Lan Mei lightly hit the door and the door latch broke with a "click".

The room was very quiet. On the large wooden bed of carved dragons, a brand new silk satin brocade quilt was stacked. On the brocade quilt was quietly lying on it, a square red painted coffin with an elephant nose lock. Lan Guiqing wanted to open the red painted coffin to see what was going on, but he held it back. Without the permission of his master, he would not sway every grass and tree here.

The door of the room was tied up from the inside. Where is the lovely person? Lan You couldn't help but shout again: "Old Mrs. Xiao!"

The room was surprisingly quiet, and no one answered. Lan Meiqing looked for the room's bend, but there was still no one in sight. The windows of the room were also inserted, and there was no sign of being opened.

Lan Shaoqing's scalp is a little numb. There is no one in the room. Who tied the door and inserted the window? Is there a secret passage in the room? When did Mrs. Xiao leave? Why did she hide from herself? Will there be...what happened?

Lan Meiqing's thoughts were suddenly interrupted because he heard a subtle "tick" sound.

"Tick...tick..." One, two...

Under the dim light, there was bright red blood on the smooth floor. Blood dripped from the cracks in the scabbard by the blue light waist.

Lan Mei slowly pulled out the treasure knife, the blade was stained with blood, and the blood was not dry.

In the deep mountains, there were wild wolf howling creepy.

Lan Youqing suddenly remembered something, and he seemed very excited.

There was dark red blood in front of the door of the hall. "The black shadow was obviously injured. If you find the injured black shadow, you may see a new appearance." Lan Yuqing thought this way and walked along the direction of the black shadow running... There was another pool of solidified blood at the end of the sand and stone path. "The black shadow was seriously injured, and I guess it wouldn't run far." Lan Yuqing thought and walked into the dense jungle.

The wind light was filled with dim yellow light, and occasionally a few drops of cold rain fell from the leaves and hit the blue and light face.

Lan Meiqing suddenly had a strange idea: the tall black shadow might be Master Wei Er.

People say that Wildman Ridge is a Jedi, and those who enter the Ridge will die for a lifetime, but today he met a few strange people. If Wildman Ridge is a Jedi, how did these people survive? What are these people's origins? What are they doing in this deserted jungle? Lan Guiqing thought of the old lady Xiao who always had a smile on her face but had a mysterious aura.

The dead branches and leaves on the ground were lightly stepped on by the blue and white, making a "rustling" sound.

Lan Youqing couldn't figure it out, so he could only be sure of one thing: Mr. Wei Er, Mrs. Xiao is definitely not an ordinary person. There must be an ulterior motive hidden secret in this Savage Ridge! What is this secret? Lan Youqing didn't know, and he didn't even know the real purpose of Hao Xiangyi asking him to ask Mr. Wei Er!

The wind on the cold night rolls from an empty ground.

Lan Meiqing suddenly seemed very irritable, and he kicked the small stones under his feet away with force. He has been following Hao Xiangyi for eight years and has never had such emotions. But today... on this dark night, in this wild man ridge, which is regarded as a forbidden area, his emotions come very strong. He is not afraid of death, but he is afraid of losing other people's credit, especially Hao Xiangyi! He feels that a subtle change has occurred between him and Hao Xiangyi. Hao Xiangyi is slowly alienated from himself, gradually fading away, and has already

He didn't tell me about his personal affairs, and even the things in the yamen were very difficult to ask about. Why is this? Could it be that Hao Xiangyi no longer trusts himself? If he didn't trust himself, why did he send him to ask Master Wei Erwei? What happened to Hao Xiangyi? Could it be... Lan You blamed himself for thinking too much again. He shouldn't have doubted Lord Hao. Lord Hao saved his life. This time he sent him to Yerenling to ask Master Wei Erwei, which is enough to prove that he still believes in himself.

Lan Guiqing's thoughts were very confused. Although she tried her best to think about it, the dark cloud in her heart could not be erased.

There was a scattered rock in front of me, and there were no trees within dozens of feet, only strange-shaped stones of all sizes.

The bitter cold wind blew the head apart, and the pale and dying wind light was shaking violently.

Lan Meiqing suddenly stopped, her eyes as if she was like a knife. A flash of fire in the small valley ahead. It was a spark burst out from the fire breaker. Another flash of fire, something was lit, burning, and thick black smoke was emitted.

Lan Shao rushed over.

The wind is very tight, the flames are boiling, and the sound of "peeling" is endless.

In the small valley, a ball of black stuff was burning rapidly.

Lan Meiqing looked around, but saw no one. Just when he was puzzled, the black thing suddenly ejected and rushed towards him with a long flame.

Lan Meng was shocked and flashed behind a rock.

The black thing fell heavily on the ground, burning the dead grass in the cracks of the rocks.

Lan Meng looked at him blankly.

A "click" sound exploded, and the flames flew away, and a black little man grabbed a miserable short sword and rolled out of the flames.

This was completely beyond the expectation of Lan Mengqing. The short sword in the little black man's hand had stabbed Lan Mengqing's chest.

Lan Meiqing didn't dodge or avoid it, pulled out the knife by her waist and then slashed it straight down.

The green short sword stabbed the blue light chest but broke with a "collapse". At this moment, the cold blade slashed down from the little black man's shoulder and then slid out from his crotch.

This sword Lan Meiqing has already taken the verge of death. Using violence to fight violence has always been his principle.

Blood scattered, and the burning objects scattered on the ground were slowly extinguishing.

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Chapter completed!