After Wearing a White Moonlight Stand-in

The latest chapter after wearing a white moonlight stand-in!

Just the next second after the boy rolled over and jumped out of the window.

The interior door panels of the private room on the second floor are scattered.

Yuan Liuyi kicked open the door, carrying a large knife, and glanced around with a vicious look: "Where's the person?"

Xiao Huan's eyes fell on Xiao Sanlang.

Xiao Sanlang suddenly felt the pressure and lowered his head silently.

Xiao Huan smiled bitterly: "I just left one, and another one, Saburo, look at you, how much trouble did you cause me?"

"If you want to find Lu Cixian, fellow Daoist," Xiao Huan reminded kindly, "Young Daoist Lu has just left, so if you go after him now, you may be able to catch up."

Looking at the graceful and luxurious young man in front of him, Yuan Liu was slightly taken aback.

This person is Xiao Huan, but he recognizes it, and seems to be a highly respected character in the Xiao family.

Yuan Liu turned his head and exchanged glances with the Anbu colleagues behind him, took a step forward, and bowed: "Dare to ask Young Master Xiao, where did Fellow Daoist Lu go?"

Xiao Huan pointed at the window.

Yuan Liu was stunned again.

Jump out of the window and run?

But now I don't have time to think about the situation, I glanced at the excited Kunshan disciples, the man tilted his head, pointed out a few brothers, and gave an order: "The third, the fourth, bring a few brothers to guard here. Come on, others will follow me."

Rainy night.

A wave of Anbu disciples came in a hurry, and immediately jumped through the window without stopping, chasing the vague trail in the heavy rain and running all the way.

After wiping the night rain on his face, Yuan Liu felt a little anxious.

Lu Cixian was invited to Kunshan to participate in the fellow initiates and let him be ambushed at the gate of Kunshan. It was already a dereliction of duty by their Anbu.

If someone pushed open the window facing the street at this time, they would hear the sound of footsteps, and a group of monks with a chilled expression walked through the rainy night, their black boots stepped on the puddles, and chaotic rain flowers were thrown up. The turbulent currents converged lower.

Xiao Boyang was drinking by the window, holding a wine glass and turning his head to glance at the night rain outside the window.

This is the most well-known restaurant in the entire Dingjiu Street. Its status is no less than that of the "East Gate" of the Other World University. Every college student, Abu, Kunshan disciple sneaks over the wall to go online (?) in the middle of the night and comes back. Often go to a place where you can fill your stomach and rest.

As a playboy, Xiao Boyang often comes here when he has business and nothing to do, but he never dreamed that he would meet Pei Chunzheng on Dingjiu Street, and then invite him over for a drink.

Thinking of this, Xiao Boyang glanced at the boy sitting opposite him with a little pain, and wanted to give himself a slap.

The boy's eyebrows and eyes are gorgeous, but he has a pair of skin that is as clean as the fresh snow in the distant mountains. This bright, bright and clear, intertwined, behind the snow sword, hidden in a sheath, is a little more juvenile ranger. of flying high spirits.

To be honest, although he and Pei Chunzheng had done several missions before, they still had a relationship of rival in love. He and Pei Chunzheng were not familiar with each other. The pride of the young master of the Xiao family does not allow him and his rivals to be vain and condescending!

However, Pei Chunzheng doesn't like to talk, which has led to such a deadlock now.

No one spoke.

Xiao Boyang frowned. He called Pei Chunzheng up for no reason, mainly because he wanted to know what Mu Xiaoxiao, Qiao Wan, and Pei Chunzheng thought.

It's not a problem to be so stalemate all the time. Someone has to break the deadlock. After a while, Xiao Boyang tried to take the initiative and frowned: "Pei Chunzheng you..."

It's just that before the words were finished, the sudden movement was abruptly knocked back into his throat.

This is... murderous! !

Xiao Bo raised his eyebrows, stood up immediately, and pushed open the window facing the street.

Is there a fight in the street? !

Looking down the street, I could only see the ink-splashed night and the rush of rain.

Suddenly, there was a roaring roar in the sky, and the purple electric snake ripped apart the sky. Under the dazzling lavender electric light, Xiao Boyang clearly saw a few people gathered at the end of the alley, all of them wearing black robes, Holding an umbrella, although he couldn't see his face clearly, he could clearly feel the aura of a formidable enemy on these people.

They were all looking in the direction of the alley.

Xiao Boyang turned his head to look, frowned suddenly, and by the electric light, he saw a young man, a strange young man.

This young man also held an umbrella in his hand, a yellow plum blossom umbrella made of tung oil, and he was carrying a rusty sword.

Although he was alone, the cold and cold aura he exuded was completely comparable to those on the other side, especially when this young man was holding a pale head with blood seeping down.

Xiao Boyang clenched the window frame, and his spirit suddenly became a little dazed. In a flash, he suddenly regained his senses, and immediately became nervous.

Who are these people?

Are these people not Kunshan disciples? How dare Kunshan disciples make trouble on Dingjiu Street?

And this boy.

Seeing this young man's first glance, Xiao Boyang couldn't help but feel a little chill in his heart, and his brows furrowed a little tighter.

Not only because of the boy's snow-like appearance, but also because of his wonderful temperament.

The night rain fell on the ground like flying beads and spattered jade, shooting everywhere.

The rain and fog turned thick, and the swaying dim yellow lights shone in the shadows. The eyes were blurred, and even the voices seemed to be blurred. The black robes at the end of the alley were silent for a moment, and finally one person sneered twice: "Unexpectedly, Daoyou Lu is still caught up."

Since Lu Cixian had caught up, it meant that the eldest and the third died at his hands.

Weng Yi hated in his heart.

He had just been hit by Xiao Huan, and he knew that he could not escape from Shanglu Cixian now.

The boy suddenly threw the head in his hand, kicked it in front of Weng Yi, and asked lightly, "Who is the customer behind you?"

The heads of the people on the ground rolled and landed under their feet. He was used to seeing killing scenes. He was Weng Yi who did this. Looking at the heads on the ground, a chill suddenly rose on his back, mainly because he had killed so many people. , and now he understands that it won't be long before the end of this head is their end.

Lu Cixian.

Weng Yi chanted silently, feeling a little cold, a little scared, and a little desperate.

At this time, he couldn't help but look back at Yao Guichang, the fourth is still young.

Yao Guichang immediately noticed what Weng Yi wanted to do, and exclaimed, "Second brother!"

Weng Yi sighed: "I'll stay, you go, go south, there is support."

Since they dared to take on this job, they also expected the possibility of failure, but they all thought that the possibility of failure was very small, but they did not expect that Lu Cixian would be so difficult.

Yao Guichang gritted his teeth.

In terms of cultivation, he is the lowest among them. He knows that what Weng Yi said is the best way. Not only will he be powerless to stay here, but he will even damage a few more brothers. It is better to listen to Weng. In the next words, run south, maybe there is still a chance of life.

Weng Yi no longer looked at Yao Guichang, and the beasts were still fighting. Weng Yi took his eyes back, sneered twice, and did not speak. He threw the flaming "umbrella" in his hand and re-arranged.

Without asking the desired answer, the young man was not in a hurry, and lightly changed another question.

"You did the injury on her face?"

Without Lu Cixian talking, Weng Yi immediately understood who he was referring to.

"You mean that female ghost?"

Weng Yi said with a smile: "I didn't expect Daoyou Lu to be a pity, but this female ghost is ugly in the first place, but now it's just an extra scar. Is it worth Daoyou Lu's rage?"

Looking at the two people facing each other downstairs, Xiao Boyang's heart swayed a little.

These black robes are obviously killers who specialize in killing people, but in this case, these people have become prey. This young man is like a dying ghost, walking in the cold night rain, coming for revenge.

At this moment, Pei Chunzheng also walked to the window and looked at the two sides facing off in the night rain.

Weng Yi's words seemed to anger the boy, and the boy's face moved slightly.

Among the flying tung oil umbrellas, a mighty sword intent was raised. The sword intent broke through the rushing sound of wind and rain, like picking flowers, and plucked Weng Yi's head with one sword.

No one expected that the battle would end so quickly. This change almost stunned the rest of the people, including Xiao Boyang and Pei Chunzheng who were watching by the window.

Xiao Boyang and Pei Chunzheng were stunned for a moment, and then they heard Yao Guichang's heart-piercing roar: "Second brother!!"

He saw the sword suddenly aimed at him, blood dripping from the tip of the sword, poured by the pouring night rain, and the rain and blood flowed into the bluestone slab under his feet.

In order to make a quick decision, Lu Cixian used his divine sense.

If it were left on, he might not be able to remove Weng Yi's head so quickly, but Weng Yi was injured by Xiao Huan before, and he was shocked when he learned that Hua Yanming and Zhang Bingcan were dead, and in this night of rain again and again Running around and exhausted, this allowed him to take advantage of the gap and grabbed his head with one blow.

Yao Guichang stared at the young man in front of him with split eyes, stepped backwards, let out a cry of grief, turned around and ran.

Run south! There will be a pick-up in the south! !

The teenager stepped on the tung oil umbrella and immediately followed!

Only Xiao Boyang opened his eyes wide: "This is..."

Before the word "who" was spoken, another roar was heard behind him.

"Xiao Boyang! Chase for Lao Tzu!!"

"Don't let them run away!!"

This voice is Yuan Liu? !

From a distance, he could see Yuan Liu leading a group of Anbu disciples, roaring anxiously.

As soon as he saw Xiao Boyang and Pei Chunzheng, he knew that these little brats didn't sleep in the middle of the night, and they went out again, but now the situation is urgent, and he can't decide to deal with them. Xiao Boyang quickly came down to help.

"Who is this?"

Yuan Liu gritted his teeth: "This is Lu Cixian!"

Lu Cixian?

Pei Chunzheng was slightly shocked.

Is this Lu Cixian?

Even Pei Chunzheng had heard of Lu Cixian's reputation, so he couldn't help looking at the long street.

The young man carried Wen Si Xingzhu, and pursued closely. Along the way, Jianguang took off one head after another.

Yao Guichang almost gritted his teeth, and under the pressure of imminent death, a nameless fear took over his soul.

Hurry up, just a little bit faster, and he can—

He can-

suddenly! A piece of sword light flew from the oblique thorn! !

A pink figure stood in front of him expressionlessly.

This is a girl with a beautiful face and bright eyes, but unfortunately there is "no grass" on her head.

Finally arrived.

Looking at "Lu Cixian" not far away, Qiao Wan was slightly relieved.

And Xiao Boyang, who had just caught up behind him, was immediately stunned.

This is... Joe late? ! !

Why is Qiao Wan here? !

Qiao Wan's eyes were calm: the one in front of me is going to be caught.

Yao Guichang roared, the tung oil umbrellas all around were closed, and the tip of the umbrella was aimed at the girl in front of him, intending to fight to the death.

Not only Xiao Boyang but also Yuan Liu were confused.

Seeing this scene, the man was so anxious that his eyes almost jumped.

Stepping through the iron shoes, there is nowhere to find it, and it takes no effort to get it.

Now this situation is not the time to ask questions. The man jumped in a hurry and tried his best to transmit Qiao Wan's voice to the secret: "Why are you here?! Come here!"

The bald-headed girl turned her head silently and expressionlessly: What? (⊙_⊙)

Yuan Liu: You sell a few cute ones, come to Lao Tzu! ! This is not something you can mix!

This Lu Cixian is obviously red-eyed, if this is a mistake to hurt Qiao Wan, Yuan Liuxin is a little tired.

Qiao Wan suddenly realized: It's okay, he won't hurt me ⊙ω⊙

Not in any sense.

When is this all, Yuan Liu is so angry that his head is throbbing, and he almost wants to pry open Qiao Wan's naked forehead to see clearly: Yu Jian uploads you are romantic, and you really think that you are the only one who owns the style, Even Lu Cixian, the new elite in the comprehension world, will be fascinated by you? !

Is this fight something you can get involved in? ! Haven't you seen that Lu Cixian's sword and head, Donima, is ferocious? !

Before the words were finished, Qiao Wan suddenly cut off the sound transmission and looked at the boy who was holding the sword, cold and cold in the night rain.

The boy also glanced at her, and the corner of his mouth even twitched into a smile.

The next second, the long sword was unsheathed simultaneously.

The night rain was even more urgent, shattering the lanterns under the eaves, shaking the ground to dim light, the young man holding a tung oil umbrella, stepping on the night wind, drinking blood with a long sword, fell together, and cut off a human head with another knife, holding the sword to death Bite tightly, pressing step by step.

Yao Guichang roared furiously.

Can't run away!

Since he can't escape, he can't fall into this person's hands! !

Seeing Lu Cixian, Yao Guichang felt fear in his heart.

In the hands of this person, I am afraid that it is worse than death.

The man roared loudly, exhausted all his strength, and suddenly blew his dantian! !

Qiao Wan was taken aback for a moment, and her face quickly changed.

stop him! ! !

But it is one step slower!

The man's whole body was like an open red umbrella, "Bang" exploded from the inside to the outside, the blood red swayed, and the chaos was like rain.

The self-destruction set off a shocking flow, and Qiao Wan stepped back quickly.

"peel"--

The teenager opened the tung oil umbrella in his hand and wrapped it around her waist. The umbrella covered the two of them under protection.

The wind and the rain were fierce, the lights and blood red were shaken, and a hazy figure was drawn. The blood in the streets and alleys flowed down the bluestone slab, and was washed away in an instant.

It was like a dreary crimson dream in a night rain with lightning and thunder.

Yuan Liu's pupils shrank suddenly, his eyes reflected the young man's embrace of Qiao Wan, and he lightly retracted his sword.

At this moment, Qiao Wan's voice slipped past her ears unexpectedly.

Sound transmission secret!

Qiao Wan: Look, he really won't hurt me ⊙▽⊙