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Shangsu quickly fought these people.

Kicked into the wild grass, Ningmeng took a few rounds to stabilize her figure.

Ningmeng knows that she is a burden to Shangsu at the moment, and she also knows that the kick she just kicked her was to make her hide quickly, so Ningmeng doesn’t blame Shangsu for kicking her at all. Very worried about his current situation.

Ningmeng shrank in the grass, and the sound of fighting was close at hand, but no one in black approached Ningmeng.

Ningmeng leaned forward and raised her head cautiously.

Those in black surrounded the business and lodging.

Facing the siege of so many people, Shangsu's face was not as brisk as before, his expression was very cold and severe, and his whole body exuded a breath of murder.

However, with so many people at the same time, Shangsu was not at a disadvantage.

Ningmeng discovered that a folding fan appeared in Shangsu's hands at some point.

The folding fan looked ordinary and unremarkable, but in the hands of Shangsu, it became as horrible as the sickle in the hands of the **** of death. When it was opened and closed, it could kill people.

Moreover, in the folding fan, there will be silver needles flying out of it.

What's more terrifying is that the folding fan did not know what material it was made of. It seemed flimsy, but when Shangju used it to resist the sword and weapon stabbed by the man in black, the folding fan was not half damaged.

Shangsu's movements are fast, with swords and swords, Ningmeng can only vaguely see the trail of the folding fan in his hand.

Although Shangsu did not prevail now, the worry in Ningmeng's heart never let go.

The men in black fell one after another.

There was a faint smell of blood in the air.

Ningmeng carefully discovered that when Shangsu was fighting with these people in black, he seemed to be pulling the distance between them and Ningmeng intentionally or unintentionally.

Ning Meng shrank in the grass, thinking about how to help Shangsu to solve this difficulty.

Although Shangsu killed several people in black, the opponent was still crowded.

Moreover, the double fist is hard to beat the four hands after all. When killing the opponent's person, Shang Su was also injured.

Ningmeng's eyes flushed.

Not afraid, but angry.

It would be great if Shangsu had the memory of Qiyu now. In this case, Ningmeng could exchange something from the system space, and these assassins could be solved in minutes.

But Shangsu does not have the memory of Qiyu.

Ning Meng can't do that either.

Otherwise, after she helped Shangsu deal with these people in black, the next person to be cold was the one who was treated as a monster by Shangsu.

Looking at Shangsu's injury, Ningmeng was particularly anxious.

She couldn't help but miss the time when Qi Yu was still by her side.

If he is there, everything must be handled well.

But at this time, Ningmeng suddenly remembered her original intention and enthusiasm in the first few mission planes.

She actually wanted to work harder, become smarter, and wanted to help Qi Yu with tasks.

But later, it seemed that Qi Yu was always doing the task, and she was relying on Qi Yu.

Ningmeng felt extremely uncomfortable in her heart.

She hadn't noticed at this time that her dependence on Qi Yu was actually a little bit cultivated by Qi Yu herself, deliberately and secretly.

She was just a little sad and depressed, and felt that she was too useless.

Ningmeng tried to calm herself down.

There was a breeze, and the weeds nearby swayed with the wind.

Ningmeng was hiding in the grass, watching these bent over weeds, something flashed quickly in her mind, her expression was stunned, and then her sleek eyes suddenly widened, and her eyes were full of radiance.

Ningmeng almost forgot. Although she is a fox now, she is not an ordinary fox.

She can practice now, and she is a little demon.

Ningmeng tried to mobilize the demon powers in her body. After being absorbed into her body, these demon powers were like well-behaved and faithful subordinates, letting her disassemble and dispatch them.

The demon power is illusory, it can be softer than the breeze, softer than the running water, or sharper and subtler than the ice blade of the sword. It directly penetrates the vital points and makes people unpredictable.

Although Ningmeng has only cultivated for a few days, she has been practicing diligently these days. Although the demon power in her body is not much, it is enough to deal with these people.

There was a way in her mind, but Ningmeng did not rush forward, and it would be bad not to provoke Shangsu's suspicion.

She was still lying prone in the grass, dense wild flowers and weeds covering her tightly, until she watched Shangju attacking those people or the weapon in their hands was about to hurt Shangju, Ning Meng didn't look for it. Opportunity shot.

The demon power of emptiness melted into the air, gently and moistly approaching the business and the people in black.

When facing the Shangsu, that demon power is like a natural barrier protecting the safety of the Shangsu.

However, in the face of those black assassins, this is an invisible weapon to the enemy.

Ningmeng is like a sniper hiding in the dark, and she and Shangsu cooperate closely.

The men in black fell down one by one, and those men in black were shocked by the power of Shangsu. They looked at him with a trace of horror, and they became a little hesitant to take action.

But the Shangju who had the upper hand did not relax at all, but frowned slightly, as if he had discovered something.

When there were only seven men in black, Ningmeng thought she had seen the dawn of hope.

But a certain man in black who had always attacked around the hotel didn't know what had come to mind. He drew his sword and withdrew from the fight, turning around to look around.

Before, they were all distracted by the existence of Shangsu, but now he suddenly remembered that Shangsu didn't seem to have left the city alone. When he was out of the city, he seemed to be holding a white thing in his arms?

fox?

dog?

The black-clothed man has a cold look, he patrols the surroundings, his eyes are sharp, and he doesn't want to let the slightest clues go.

Ningmeng hurriedly curled up her body, motionless.

However, her white and shiny fur was still too dazzling after all.

Although the wild flowers and weeds covered her tightly, the man in black had a little influence on her before, so after seeing a little white of the moon, the man in black immediately teleported in the direction where she was.

Ningmeng was vigilant, and after seeing him discovering herself, she stopped evasive and ran straight away.

The Shangsu over there also noticed this scene. His expression became cold, and the folding fan in his hand quickly turned over, and after pushing the black-clothed men around him back and forth, Shangsu quickly approached Ningmeng.

Originally, Ningmeng didn't want to run in the direction of Shangsu, but after seeing his action, she immediately changed the previous escape route and ran to meet Shangsu.

Those black assassins followed closely, and immediately surrounded one person and one fox in the middle again.