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The heavy rain is still heavy.

However, the black clouds that were squeezing the city gradually became like rolling up and closing.

The sky is no longer so low, and the air around it seems to be much more abundant. As these killers are killed, the atmosphere on the mountain road outside Bodhi City is no longer depressing.

Luo Changfeng vomited a mouthful of blood, and the blood rushed up, causing his cheek veins to protrude into a dark red color, which looked extremely uncomfortable.

He held the knife with both hands, and inserted it into the mud and water. His back seemed to be at the risk of falling in the wind and rain at any time.

Xueer woke up from the horror of that moment, and had no mood or time to think too much. She picked up the umbrella she had thrown away from not far away, and didn't care about Qiuyu's cold knees in the mud and water, kneeling in Luo.

Changfeng held an umbrella for him.

Seeing Luo Changfeng's red face gradually becoming pale, Xue'er's pupils were filled with anxiety.

She wiped the blood on the corner of Luo Changfeng's mouth.

Luo Changfeng stretched out his hand and held Xueer's little hand.

Xueer's heart seemed to stop beating.

She blinked her apricot-like eyes, a little timid and a little shy.

Luo Changfeng looked at the change in Xueer's eyes, looked at the incomparable but worried face and smiled bitterly: "Help me get up."

Luo Changfeng's injuries were neither serious nor light.

If it weren't for the first time that the black-clothed killer leader had cut his entire body into pieces and damaged his internal organs, he wouldn't have been difficult for him to stand up.

He was a little tired and tired, but he couldn't fall down and fall asleep.

Because he knew that although all the killers in black were killed by him, it did not mean that the crisis had been resolved. Because there was a figure besides Xueer and himself in the waterfall.

It was a crabapple flower that fell from the sky when he endured his injuries and used his sword to use a killer to wipe out the black-clothed killer leader with a killer.

The crabapple flowers in the rain have now turned into a beautiful figure.

That was a very beautiful girl.

I held an umbrella in my hand and a shining rainbow under my feet.

She stood in the waterfall.

Her face was white and red, her eyes were round and bright, and her light red mouth smiled, with an indescribable sweetness and an indescribable charm.

She herself looks like a young crabapple.

"Are you okay?" The girl with a faint flashing of crabapple flowers under her feet asked, looking at Luo Changfeng who was turning around.

"You are here to kill us too?" Luo Changfeng coughed a few times, frowned and said, "I looked at the girl not far away."

"You misunderstood, we've met each other." The girl's light red mouth still had a smile on her face.

"But I don't remember you." Luo Changfeng said.

"You really don't recognize me, but I recognize you, you." The girl smiled.

"Oh?" Luo Changfeng showed suspicion and couldn't help but look carefully at the girl not far away.

"I was in Tianxiang Pavilion not long ago..." the girl reminded.

"Are you that courtesan girl?" Xueer has a very good memory. When she first saw the girl in front of her, she felt familiar, especially her beautiful eyes and delicate figure, and she couldn't help but suddenly realize.

"Yu Xiaotang? Why are you here?"

The girl's words just came to her mouth, but were interrupted by a sudden voice.

Luo Changfeng and Xueer turned their heads and looked.

I saw Ling'er, Jiang Manlou, Jun Zeyu, Chongyang, Yuexianqi and Nancy Han coming down the mountain together.

This sound is naturally the sound of Jiang Manlou, with an incredible tone, a little sharp and a little oily.

The girl is named Yu Zhongtang, and she is actually the wife of Jiangmanlou.

To be precise, if it weren't for Xueer and Ling'er who accidentally hit Jiang Manlou's wedding team in Luohe County, I'm afraid the first family in the world would have already been in contact with this girl Yuzhongtang, so it wouldn't have been a bad guy.

I have been following the academy for thousands of miles.

"I? Of course I am here to find my fiancé." Yu Zhongtang smiled and looked at Jiang Manlou with a greedy and charming look that had been calm.

"What happened here?" Jiang Manlou swallowed unnaturally.

If the appearance of Yu Zhongtang surprised him, then everyone was shocked when they saw the broken corpse flowing into a river.

"Xue'er..."

A hint of whiteness appeared on Ling'er's pure face.

She looked at Xueer supporting Luo Changfeng, whose body was even more stained with blood, and she was obviously extremely weak.

"Ling'er should be damned, Ling'er shouldn't leave Xue'er alone. Xue'er, have you been injured? Where is it injured? Let Ling'er see." Ling'er hurried to Xue'er and looked at Xue'er in panic.

Son.

"I'm fine, Ling'er. It's Brother Changfeng who was injured to protect me." Xue'er looked at Luo Changfeng's cheeks, and a feeling called warmth surged into her heart.

Jiang Manlou and others rushed over.

They took a rough look at the broken limbs all over the ground and found that there was only one intact corpse.

The first person Luo Changfeng killed was the disciple of Yi who was proficient in formation. Now it seems that he has become the only one among the killers who keeps the entire body.

Jiang Manlou was very curious about who dared to assassinate the students of the academy under Bodhi Mountain in Bodhi Academy.

He walked forward and used the sword sheath at his waist to make the corpse of the disciple Yizi turn over.

A pale face with no blood color entered everyone's sight.

Jiang Manlou looked at him for a few times and lost interest. He did not recognize this person.

Chongyang looked at the broken corners of black clothes all over the ground, and showed a look of disgust.

He hates people who like to wear black robes just like him.

Especially the dead.

Yuephaseqi and Nancy Han were obviously not interested in these things. They took Luo Changfeng from Xueer and Linger and helped him walk into the city.

Jun Zeyu stayed at the end.

He stopped half a meter in front of the body of the disciple Yizi, couldn't help but take a few more glances, and then sighed softly.

His voice was buried in the heavy rain, and no one could hear it.

He squatted down, held the folding fan in his right hand and stretched out. He saw the folding fan gently brushing across the pale face, and the eyes that showed fear and reluctance were closed tightly from now on.

Jun Zeyu stood up and followed everyone.

In the heavy rain, a group of young students from the academy entered Bodhi City with umbrellas.

Jun Zeyu held the folding fan and held it behind her.

He slightly opened the folding fan.

A blue light of inspiration floated up from the half-open fan surface and gathered in the air to form.

So on the thick dark clouds and in the dim sky, a green wind spirit bird flew towards the east with its spiritual wings.

On the mountain road outside Bodhi City where the rain was destroyed, the pool of blood had long faded and the blood odor had long been washed away.

The people who left did not notice that after they left, the complete body quietly ignited.

The fragments of the corpse all over the ground ignited quietly.

That is the ignorant flame light of rain.

That flame is strange.

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