Rebirth of the Phoenix

The Guards were divided into multiple teams, and each team lived in one room. The "Seven Knives" were a special team that acted independently. There were few people, so the accommodation would not be very large. Walking to several smaller courtyard houses, she saw

There was no one around, so she quickly took out a stack of drawing paper from her arms and pasted it on the doorways of several courtyards. On the drawing was the face of "Lao Dao", which was lifelike and could be called her favorite work. Then, she hid in the

In the dark shadow of the tree, like a ghost, waiting quietly. About a quarter of an hour passed. A Guardsman who had just returned from night patrol came over and was about to enter the room to rest. Unexpectedly, he saw the words "Lao Dao" posted on the door.

"The avatar became popular on the spot, and he cursed: "Who made this **** thing and dared to stick it on our door, making us tired of living?" "I was tired all night and saw this kind of thing when I came back.

What a damn unlucky thing!" "You look like this and you are disgusting us..." What does it mean to stick the portrait of "Lao Dao" on their door? To provoke? To mock? To tease them? Or to look down on them? They are all

The elites selected from a thousand are directly under the jurisdiction of the highest level. Who is not arrogant and domineering? And who is afraid of trouble? They pulled down the portrait of "Lao Dao", rushed to a courtyard door, and banged on the door vigorously. "

Damn you, who dares to disturb my sweet dream?" After a while, a man came to open the door and scolded him as soon as he opened the door, "If there is no serious business, I will twist off his head and play it as a ball!" Luo Hongzhuang listened.

Her eyes turned red when she heard this voice: This was one of the demons who insulted her! She will never forget their voices until she dies! They can’t find anywhere after wearing iron shoes, and they live here! A Guardsman threw the portrait and opened the door.

On the reporter's face, he cursed: "Er Dao, watch your boss, don't let his ugly face show off everywhere, it will disgust us!" Er Dao grabbed the drawing paper and his eyes glowed fiercely:

"You come to our door in the middle of the night, are you looking for death? I want you to die!" "Others are afraid of you, but we are not afraid of you! Stop pretending to be uncles in front of us. If we really fight, you may not be our opponents..." "Stop talking nonsense.

, The truth will be seen under the sword..." "Shut up, all of you, and stand down!" Seeing that the two sides were about to fight, the captain of the Guards hurried over to stop it. In the Guards, the orders from above

Absolutely, these Guardsmen gave Er Dao angrily and walked away with a "wait and see" look. The captain did not explain to Er Dao, let alone apologize to him. He just glanced at him coldly and left.

The "Seven Swordsmen" have always been solitary and arrogant. They also look ferocious and behave rudely, just like desperate bandits. This makes the Guardsmen who are also elites extremely disgusted. However, their master indulges them and others take advantage of them.

They had no choice. He didn't understand how such a noble and shrewd master could fall in love with such a vulgar and vulgar person. After everyone left, Erdao looked at the portrait of the boss, cursed a few words, and tore up the portrait.

Shut it down and close the door. The seven brothers like to drink, eat meat, kill people and play with women. They just go to the knife when something unpleasant happens. They don’t like to grind and use their brains. Now that he sees the portrait of the boss being posted, he doesn’t bother.

Thinking about the strangeness in it, I just thought: Damn it, let me know who did it, I will skin him! It was quiet. Luo Hongzhuang emerged from the darkness, walked to the door of the courtyard, and took out the

Take out a small knife, insert the blade into the crack of the door, and pry the door latch at the inner end. These doors use simple wooden latch. Use the knife against the wooden latch, move it sideways little by little, and open the door latch.

It was easy. The door opened, she ducked in and closed the door behind her back. If it was a clear night, the subtle noise she made might attract the attention of people in the courtyard, but the sound of wind, rain and the voices of her colleagues next door completely buried her.

There was a slight noise. Of the seven rooms, only one was lit, and five were closed. It was unknown whether there was anyone inside. There was also one room with the door open. She walked in with very light steps.

That open room. Whoever is the owner of this room will be killed tonight.