The sword is as fast as Youlong’s, as fast as a sword, as tight as a sword. It’s a trick to go straight to the key and fatal part of the feather. With a sword, you want the feather to die quickly.
In the face of such a master, the kung fu of the three-legged cat is ridiculous. She can dodge left and right with the help of her light body and dodge very reluctantly and laboriously, and soon she is sweating profusely.
An accidental feather’s right arm was stabbed by a sword. Alas, an assassin nearly fell down. Make persistent efforts. Another sword plunged into the feather’s chest. Feather endured the pain and turned her side, but the sword cut a finger from her belly. The blood gurgled out of the deep wound and dyed her a blue shirt.
Feather cut his teeth and ran out of the alley with injuries, but the assassin still followed closely behind him. I don’t know where the strength came from. I knocked over the vegetable stall and the fruit stall and stumbled forward. Everyone around me was shocked, but it was the most important thing to see the assassin with fierce eyes and a sword stained with blood.
However, the pain all over made her lose her sense of direction. She rushed to the outside of the ridge in a desperate way, and he was very surprised that the little girl was so badly injured that she still supported to run so fast.
Feather has to run. If you don’t run, you may die.
Crossing the street, through the Woods, the feather was forced to a cliff, and the road retreated. The assassin came up with a grimace of a grin. "Does my girl still run?" Just accept your fate! "
He raised the cold light shining sword in his hand, and he would stab the feather. He had no strength to avoid the blade and plunged into the chest of the feather. The poor girl’s blood gushed out and the blood gushed out from the wound along the blade. The little bundle of clothes on her arm had been dyed bright red.
The assassin kicked the feather off the cliff without mercy and said coldly, "It’s just that this is your good home!"
Covered in blood, she was kicked off the cliff and slowly lost consciousness. She groaned, "Help me!" " The body fell to the bottom of the cliff like a kite with a broken line.
The cliff is a deep water "plop", and a feather falls and splashes high.
The assassin watched the feather’s charming body fall continuously, and gently pulled his face with a mask to reveal a calm and cruel face. It was the "claw" of the bodyguard of Ning Wangfu. He looked at the direction of the feather’s fall and said faintly, "Don’t blame me, Blue Girl, I had to!"
He rubbed the blood on the soles of his boots and headed for the original road without looking back.
Feather came to a cloth shop, and the shopkeeper saw it was a feather horse show. He greeted with an affable smile, "Yo, it was the blue girl who came to see the cloth. Come in and see the beautiful girl with good quality who just entered dozens of new fabrics."
Feather Zhen nodded and stepped closer to the cloth store. The dazzling array of cloth made her really a little dizzying. What color is it suitable for Shura? What color does he like? Forgot to ask him
He has been dressed in black since he met him. How gloomy! Although Yu Zhen has to admit that the ghost face shura looks cool and handsome in that black suit, it’s really attractive to match the dark green demon pupil and silvery white light!
However, black always gives people a depressing feeling, which makes them feel depressed and scary. Feather and feather remind them of Mu Morningstar and Ning Wang Leng Che En Mu Morningstar. Most of them wear white and sometimes light blue to change into black night clothes when stealing.
Ning Wang Lengche is a royal aristocrat. He usually wears a white or pale yellow python robe and a silver-gray hunting suit when hunting. Whatever he wears looks heroic.
Feather Zhen shook his head. If Qiao is dressed in filial piety and white is very attractive to people, and both men are dressed in white. They look spotless and graceful. The ghost face shura is more handsome and charming than Mu Chenxing and Ning Wang Lengche. Wearing white clothes is definitely more natural and unrestrained. Buy white cloth.
Feather has carefully selected some satin fabrics with very good quality and smooth hand feel for the boss to cut well. This cloth shop has a tailor. Feather immediately told the tailor about her body index of Shura.
"Height is about one meter two or three, so much taller than me; Shoulder width is about so wide, waist circumference is about so much … "Feather hand gesticulating, and she remembered that she was sitting astride the ghost face to fix her waist, and she couldn’t help but look a little red.
The tailor said doubtfully, "Miss, you’d better take that gentleman to measure it, otherwise I’m really afraid that the data will be inaccurate. The clothes made will not look good."
Feather said confidently, "Just do as I say. My eyes are poisonous. Yes."
I want the ghost face shura to come. Will he come? Besides, how many drawings I have drawn in the 21st century? My eyes are an accurate caliper and a micrometer!
Feather has always been so confident in himself (poor child)
The tailor’s speed is really amazing. In less than an hour, he actually finished the clothes. He looked at it with alacrity in his hand and imagined that the ghost-faced Shura wore this white dress like a jade tree, elegant and dusty. He even lost his clothes, or it was such a noble and valuable dress!
Look at that ghost face shura, always acting like he’s sorry for him.
Feather will be dressed, carefully wrapped and slung over his arm. Is it better to choose a light green cloth or a rose one?
Finally, I chose the delicate rose color to match my white face, which must look good, so I bought that rose dress.
Happily, she walked back down the street with a small bag of clothes on her shoulder. She wanted to go to Liuxiang Pavilion again to see Feng Feiyan and Mu Chenxing. After they turned into a secluded alley, Feather always felt that there were a pair of malicious eyes staring at her behind her, and she looked back with a brush but there was nothing.
Is it your nervousness? may be
Feather Beard walked on, but this ominous feeling still closely followed her. Feather Beard grasped the baggage in his hand and quickened his pace. It was better to cross the alley quickly during the day, and several pedestrians walked by, otherwise it would be scared to death if it was dead of night.
I was walking when I suddenly felt that the evil wind behind my ears was not good, and a murderous look forced me to be surprised in the middle of the back. She was able to stab herself from her waist with a sword that was more than 90 degrees.
Feather anchor hands hold a leg to kick to the person behind him to "touch" and hit the assassin’s arm behind him. The assassin almost gave up when he shook his sword.
Feather Qian turned four or five somersaults in a row with this kick, and temporarily got rid of the assassin and stabilized his figure.
She looked back and saw that the assassin turned out to be a burly man, covered with a gray-black scarf and unable to see clearly what he looked like.
Feather Zhen nervously asked, "Who are you? What killed me? What do I have against you? "
The man’s voice was hoarse. He sneered, "You don’t need to know who I am. You just need to know that I am the one who sent you to hell. If you have any grievances, tell the hell about my girl’s life."
The sword is as fast as Youlong’s, as fast as a sword, as tight as a sword. It’s a trick to go straight to the key and fatal part of the feather. With a sword, you want the feather to die quickly.
In the face of such a master, the kung fu of the three-legged cat is ridiculous. She can dodge left and right with the help of her light body and dodge very reluctantly and laboriously, and soon she is sweating profusely.
An accidental feather’s right arm was stabbed by a sword. Alas, an assassin nearly fell down. Make persistent efforts. Another sword plunged into the feather’s chest. Feather endured the pain and turned her side, but the sword cut a finger from her belly. The blood gurgled out of the deep wound and dyed her a blue shirt.
Feather cut his teeth and ran out of the alley with injuries, but the assassin still followed closely behind him. I don’t know where the strength came from. I knocked over the vegetable stall and the fruit stall and stumbled forward. Everyone around me was shocked, but it was the most important thing to see the assassin with fierce eyes and a sword stained with blood.