The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me

   Chapter 131 Lord Hou, he was caught by the beauty outside the room 21

   Several iron arrows were fired at once, swept from all directions, and the cold light was murderous!

  Xie Xun drew his sword, the cold light reflected in his eyes, and there was no expression on his face.

   As long as he stands there, everything is his.

  Meng Tang safely avoided the passing iron arrow and quickly approached Xie Xun.

  What is the plot of the hunting ground?

   Forget it, I haven’t seen it, and give up the rescue.

   She puffed out her face in distress, looking at this scene with annoyance and displeasure in her eyes, but not the slightest bit of fear.

"boom!"

  Many assassins broke through the window. Tonight in Bai'an Mountain is a **** storm.

   Black, dragon and snake pattern.

   was the man that night.

  Xie Xun clasped the hilt with his long fingers, and his eyes were full of interest.

   Those assassins saw that Xie Xun was not easy to deal with, so they hit Meng Tangan!

   Meng Tangan: "..."

  Don't mention brothers, maybe we are still a family, I am undercover.

   There is a common enemy!

"Master Hou, they're going to kill you..." The woman had long hair reaching her waist and a snow-white prison uniform. She was a pitiful little girl. Her white fingertips tugged Xie Xun's sleeves tightly and hid behind him. Trill.

  Xie Xun pulled his sleeves impatiently, but didn't pull them out: "Are you blind, even you will be killed."

"It's not that Tang An can't be buried with Xu Beihou." She whispered softly. She seemed to be terrified, but she kept her calm. That little face was plain and morbid, and she stood obediently behind him from beginning to end, not even taking a step. dare to leave.

   However, this is another price.

   Meng Tangan didn't say this sentence, ruining the atmosphere.

   Meng Tang'an became the master of this body and merged with the soul of the original master. As a dark guard, he naturally knew martial arts.

   is only in front of Xie Xun and must not be exposed.

   Arrows rained all over the sky, the sound of the long sword piercing the heart was cruel and horrifying, and one corpse after another fell.

   Even so, there are a large number of assassins, and it is easy to hide from hidden arrows, and it is still difficult to deal with them.

   Meng Tangan finally understood what Xie Xun wanted to do.

   He must be investigating something, and he is willing to take the risk.

one person.

   A little carelessness will cost his life here, and he has no scruples.

   is crazy!

   The smear was redder than blood, loose and cold, and blood beads were dripping from the long sword.

  The cold arrow pierced through the night, and it was difficult to avoid it. It was wrapped in Senhan's murderous intent and penetrated straight into his shoulder blade. The blood instantly stained his clothes!

   I can't tell if the blood is redder or the clothes are brighter.

   Even so, Xie Xun's movements didn't stop for a minute, he broke the arrow and swallowed a muffled sound, as if it wasn't him who was injured, and his movements became more and more severe.

   Meng Tangan followed Xie Xun closely from beginning to end, the blood spattered from Xu Beihou's shoulder bone, warm and red, splashed onto her face.

   She was stunned for two seconds, looking at the person in front of her, she could see blood flowing from her shoulders.

   He also gets hurt.

After a short pause, Meng Tangan wiped her eyes with a free hand, which was covered in blood. She did not loosen her grip on Xie Xun's sleeve. The hand in the sleeve clenched the dagger tightly, beware of those who wanted to approach him. person: "Be careful."

   The severe pain penetrating through the shoulder bone made people extremely awake. Xie Xun forcibly suppressed the blood that had poured into his throat, and licked his thin lips with the tip of his tongue.

At three quarters of   Hai Shi, the valley was quiet, and the corpses fell to the ground, the smell of blood was disgusting.

  Xie Xun stood in the center, his sleeves fluttered, the wind was blowing, blood dripping down his sleeves, his back was straight and arrogant, his face was abnormally pale, and he leaned over to look at the assassins on the ground.

   The dragon and snake patterns on the sleeves are extremely dazzling and lifelike.

   His eyes turned around and suddenly froze.

  Slender fingers picked up a dark yellow object from the sole of the corpse's shoe and put it on the tip of his nose to smell it.

   - it's corn, old.

  The military supplies and grains transported to Xucheng were provided by Yuguancang, but the treasury was made empty by Emperor Yan over the years.

   Sure enough, it was related to the disappearance of the military supplies.

  Xie Xun's eyes were sullen and gloomy, he twisted the grain of old grain, stood up, his sleeve was suddenly pulled timidly, and he looked over with strength.

   "You need a bandage."

   The man stood tall and said softly.

  High mountains, night, and corpses all over the place, she was dressed in white, holding his sleeve without defense, and the voice fell to her ears through the evening wind.

   That whiteness is too dazzling and should not appear here.

   When Xie Xun murdered, he didn't even consider whether such a cruel scene would scare such a squeamish little trash. Now, looking at the person in front of him, his eyes darkened.

   "What's the matter?" She was a little disturbed and asked suspiciously.

   The blood splashed when Xie Xun killed her face fell on her face, and the red blood beads rolled down the end of her eyes, making it very eye-catching on Bai Shengsheng's skin.

   There is an inexplicable hint of **** in the blood, which makes people want to destroy.

   He didn't even know it, in the middle of the night, a pair of peach blossom eyes looked at him, clean and pure, and the end of their eyes was full of affection.

  Xie Xun paused for two seconds, his Adam's apple rolled, and he shook off her hand.

   "Take care of yourself." He walked into the cabin and ordered, "Take a pen and ink."

   Meng Tangan pursed her lips and walked in, finding a pen and paper for him and grinding the ink.

  Xie Xun stood in front of the desk, holding a black bone whistle with his slender, white fingers and blowing it on his lips.

The    bone whistle is melodious and melodious, echoing in the night, echoing in the mountains and forests, circling in the sky and the earth, different from the waves of the past, lazy and windy, at this moment he stood there, calm and peaceful, as still as the deep sea.

  The night is unclear, the stars are dim, a ray of moonlight spreads in the wooden house, and the ground is quiet and mottled, which outlines a clean and clear outline, and the elegance is profound.

   is actually quite different from the famous Xu Beihou in Lin'an.

   Meng Tangan leaned against the wall to look at him, and suddenly remembered the ending of the original book that her friend told her.

   Xu Beihou, the most proud and noble and unparalleled, was once defeated and became a prisoner.

   Since then, no one will respect him and respect him, dreaming of him and his past.

  After the third prince Liang Jian ascended the throne, jealous of that face, he ordered someone to destroy the good skin, a full 37 knives, dripping with blood.

   And because of Xie Xun's special bone and blood, he broke his bones inch by inch and drained his blood!

   Survival is impossible and death is impossible.

   Squeeze the last drop of use value, hang the body on the city wall for three days and three nights.

   When later generations talked about Xie Xun, thousands of people scolded and hated him, saying that he was a chaotic minister and a thief, and his life was full of crimes.

  No one remembers that he was Dayan's first 3-year champion in the company, General Xie, who was a tiger's father but no dog, and Xu Beihou who was unparalleled in romance.

   also once filled the hall with flowers and drunk 3,000 guests, and frosted the fourteen states with one sword.

   The young man in fresh clothes, angry horses and thin clothes, who saw all the Chang'an flowers in one day only existed for a short time, fell into the quagmire, and could not get up again.

The    bone whistle stopped, and the moonlight faded.

   Xie Xun said coldly.

   (end of this chapter)