My lord, she is beautiful and good at fighting

Chapter 55 Don't steal my limelight

"Ah Ying is still sensible," Rong Xian raised his hand and stroked the hair that was sticking to his forehead in a rare way, and looked at Wei Wan who was silently studying the map with some deep eyes.

Hearing this, Wei Wan's jade fingers holding the willow chopsticks froze, and his eyes raised: "Brother, don't try to be weird with me, I've never understood it."

The ruined temple was filled with the smell of moisture and dust, and the candlelight crackled, reflecting the shadows of people on the tattered silk fabrics, making them dim and blurry.

It was pitch black outside the temple, and the shadows of the trees were scattered on the ground under the moonlight, and the leaves rustled.

Everything seemed to be calm.

Rong Xian narrowed his eyes slightly, and his eyes were fierce, but the moment passed, and when he looked at Wei Wan, he was still smiling: "If Ah Wan has intentions, he will understand."

Wei Wan glanced outward inadvertently, then retracted his gaze calmly, and bit the pot helmet: "Brother, praise me."

"Ah Wan is very intelligent, so there's no need for others to praise her."

After finishing his words, what followed was the harsh and sharp sound of the collision of knives and weapons.

When there was a slight change in the air flow outside the temple, Wei Ban noticed it, but seeing that his little aunt and brother Lanting didn't change their faces, he had to lower his head and put on a show. The moment the knife collided, he quickly took the bowl, He lifted the yellow cloth under the Buddha statue and hid in.

Even though he has practiced martial arts since he was a child, he is still young after all. If he is not hostile to the opponent, he will become a sieve, and then he will become a sharp knife that stabs his little aunt.

There was nothing but the sound of sharp blades clashing outside the temple. Wei Wan keenly felt that something was wrong. Even if the two sides fought, even if they were evenly matched, there should be minor scratches, but no one had a disordered aura or even cried out in pain.

Wei Wan stood up immediately, but was stopped by Rong Xian. Their eyes met, and those fox eyes fell on her heart, the hint was very obvious.

Impatient, taboo also.

Wei Wan pursed his lips and stood there, not taking that step after all. The situation outside was still unclear, and it was indeed not advisable to rush in. But what was certain was that the people outside were not the Knight Cavalry Guards.

Since the loss of the leader, the Cavalry Guard has become worse and worse, not to mention that the Sphenoid Bone Guard now has experts from all over the green forest. They are fighting each other, and they are by no means simple people. However, it cannot be ruled out that the King of Guards wants to kill someone. The desire to silence.

There was a cracking sound of 'click', accompanied by the muffled sound of the person falling to the ground, but still no cry was heard.

Suddenly, the tiles collapsed, and Wei Wan withdrew towards the door, but someone grabbed his waist with his backhand and turned around backwards.

With a flash of the knife, the black clothes jumped up.

Rong Xian kicked his long legs horizontally, and the tip of the knife with a cold light deflected. As the corner of his clothes shook, the handle of the ink jade fan easily resisted the blade of the scimitar.

Wei Wan's sharp phoenix eyes were fixed on the scimitar, and he immediately stretched out his hand to the black iron spear leaning on the side. The cold light slashed from the middle, stopping Wei Wan's movement, and the blade pointed straight at her face. door.

She slanted her lips and leaned down to dodge while bullying her. One of her slender hands pinched the neck of the black clothes, and the other pressed on the wrist of the black clothes holding the knife, and the scimitar fell suddenly.

Jade kicked back, the hand holding the black man's neck loosened, and he held the handle of the knife with his backhand and slashed horizontally.

The movements are graceful and coherent.

In an instant, warm blood splashed on her face, her eyes were determined, and she raised her cuffs lightly, which made her wild and wild: "Brother, don't steal my limelight."

After the words fell, he held the scimitar and killed the black clothes around him.

One slash, one block, each move has no fatal blow, but if it hits out of thin air, it will be fatal and maiming, extremely cruel and vicious.

Rong Xian glanced at her while swinging his fan to kill people, and seeing that she was holding a knife in her right hand, she was relieved, and then turned around to block most of the attacks.

When Wei Wan dug the scimitar into the ribs of the black clothes, the tips of his ears moved slightly, and he listened to the movement outside the temple with his whole heart, he was also fighting.

Her phoenix eyes are slightly focused, she has been fighting against the barbarians for three years in her previous life, and she is most familiar with them, the methods of this group of people are indeed foreign enemies.

The exposed footsteps are tiny and broken, and there are countless hidden in the darkness.

The scimitar slashed across her body, and she pressed back. When she turned back in a flash, she stabbed the man's abdomen with the scimitar from behind.

Then she looked up at the men in black who were continuously jumping down from the beam, she jumped back, picked up the black iron spear with her backhand, and rushed out of the temple, not forgetting to throw the sharp knife at the beam to stop the collapse Black clothes pouring in.

Rong Xian frowned slightly, the fox's eyes were gradually stained with blood, and the actions of his subordinates were fast and arrogant. If Wei Wan was said to be abusive just now, Rong Xian could call it brutal.

It was obvious that those black clothes were heading towards Wei Wan. After Wei Wan withdrew from the temple, there were obviously fewer black clothes in the temple.

With a volley, Rong Xian kicked the last man in black into the fire, sparks scattered all over the place, and when he was strolling outside, he drew the scimitar from the ground and stabbed him.

Sparks ignited his clothes and engulfed him in an instant.

Rong Xian took a look at the situation outside in front of the wooden door, Wei Wan was not at a disadvantage, but she only stabbed him a while ago, so he didn't dare to rest assured.

He opened the yellow curtain under the Buddha statue and saw Wei Ban eating like a little hamster. He didn't take the blood of the outside world seriously at all. Rong Xian couldn't help but feel funny in his heart.

This is the child who grew up with Wei Awan since childhood.

Wei Ban blinked a pair of bright peach blossom eyes, lowered his body, and quickly scanned the situation outside, then moved his ears, and heard the scream of weapons colliding, he couldn't help asking in doubt: "Brother Lanting, is it over?" .”

"Not yet," Rong Xian lifted the person out and threw the finished bamboo tube in his hand into the fire: "I will take you to see your little aunt's heroic appearance."

"Also, you want to call me brother-in-law." The long and well-jointed index finger flicked on his plump and smooth forehead, "I am the same generation as your little aunt. If you call me brother, wouldn't I be a generation lower than you? "

Wei Ban raised his hands to cover his forehead, with a puzzled look on his face, but in fact, his peach blossom eyes were full of bad intentions: "What's wrong with that? My aunt will protect us, and you won't suffer any loss."

Rong Xian raised his eyebrows slightly and stretched out his hand to tug at his ears. It looked exaggerated but was actually very gentle: "Gui Lingjing, is this how your little aunt usually teaches you to skate?"

Even so, there was not only no trace of blame on his face, but also a smile in his eyes.

Wei Ban boldly put his arms around Rong Xian's flawless neck and tilted his head: "Little aunt, she always leads by example and seldom teaches."

Rong Xian curled up the corners of his lips, holding Wei Ban in one hand, and holding a black jade-sprinkled gold fan in the other. The tip of the fan was still stained with blood. He swung the fan shut and strode across the threshold. Then the field of vision of the two of them suddenly became wider.

Wei Banduan held his shoulders, stepped impatiently on his waist and abdomen with one foot, and stretched his neck to search for Wei Wan in the crowd.

(End of this chapter)