Lin Luochen was furious at the moment. He didn't know how he got here in the last half hour.
Humbering over a wall to meet a dog, entering a house to rape someone, or even stepping on the roof can cause it to collapse, which is simply outrageous.
As long as his life is not tough enough, he will die on this road.
Now seeing these two culprits, Lin Luochen was so angry that he broke the blade in his hand.
Mu Rong Xiazhu suddenly felt guilty when he saw his murderous intent.
What is the background of this boy, that he has nothing to do?
Murong Xia Zhuhu stood in front of Murong Qiuzhi and said with a dry smile: "Master, I misunderstood, please tell me if you have anything to say!"
Her injuries were not healed yet, so she was really not sure of defeating Lin Luochen, but she was really afraid of his flying knife.
Lin Luochen snorted coldly, glanced at the city with fear, and jumped onto the carriage with the broken blade in hand.
“Let’s go!”
Although he is not afraid of official duties in the city, he doesn’t want to get into trouble, so it’s better to leave first.
The carriage continued to move forward, and Lin Luochen swaggered and sat down in the middle of the carriage, taking the main seat.
According to Lin Luochen's previous observations of Murong Xiazhu, this woman is not good at close combat and relies entirely on magic and the talismans in her hands.
But all the talismans on her body were taken away by herself. At this distance, she had no chance of winning.
Murong Xiazhu pulled Murong Qiuzhi away from him, looking as if he was sitting on pins and needles and worried.
She didn't want to be in trouble, and she wanted to stay as far away from this guy as possible at this moment.
Lin Luochen sneered and said, "Murong Xiazhu, right? You make it easy for me to find you!"
At this moment, the two women were sitting side by side, almost exactly the same. If it weren't for the difference in clothes and demeanor, I wouldn't be able to tell them apart.
Murong Xiazhu's eyes rolled around and a smile appeared on his face.
"Sir, how did you find me?"
Lin Luochen snorted and did not answer. If Shushu had not made a contribution this time, he would have been run away by the two sisters.
will settle the score with you later, Murong Qiuzhi, hurry up and untie the strange spell on me!
"I will settle the score with you later, Murong Qiuzhi, hurry up and undo the strange spell on me!"
According to what Qu Lingyin said, he must have been hit by some spell, which made him so unlucky.
Recalling what Murong Qiuzhi said, Lin Luochen suspected that he had been attacked when the two of them came into contact.
Murong Qiuzhi was a little puzzled: "Young master, I have no cultivation, so how can I cast spells on you?"
Lin Luochen was stunned for a moment, but it took him three days to use Qi Qi once, so he was really not sure if she was a monk.
As for using spiritual power to detect physical contact, he really didn't dare to have physical contact with Murong Qiuzhi rashly again.
"You mean that touching you will bring bad luck?"
Murong Qiuzhi nodded, "Sir, I was born unknown, and everyone who comes into contact with me will encounter misfortune."
Lin Luochen still didn't believe that Murong Qiuzhi was so evil, and frowned slightly.
"How is this possible? If you touch you twice, you will be unlucky. Is it really so evil?"
"It is true!"
Sister Murong nodded at the same time, and Murong Xiazhu looked at him with sympathy.
"Sir, if you have any unfulfilled wishes, do it quickly, don't leave any regrets!"
Lin Luochen sneered: "I still don't believe it!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Aunt Zhou's voice came from the front: "Miss, be careful, there is an ambush!"
The carriage jolted violently, and the back of Lin Luochen's head hit the carriage, and he grimaced in pain.
Sister Murong was also knocked around like a gourd rolling on the ground. Murong Qiuzhi screamed and fell to Lin Luochen.
Lin Luochen subconsciously supported her. Although he prevented her from hitting the muzzle of the gun, she hit her on the chest.
The two people stood up and down, facing each other, looking at each other, and the atmosphere suddenly became extremely awkward.
Lin Luochen suddenly felt bad, because the green lotus in his sea of consciousness began to shake crazily again.
Damn it, does it count if she bumped into it herself?
Just as Lin Luochen was thinking about something, suddenly a chill ran all over his body, and a strong sense of life and death crisis emerged.
He saw a picture in a trance. A strong man chased the carriage and threw a javelin at the carriage.
· Lin Luochen instinctively turned aside, and the next second a javelin penetrated from the back of the carriage, and then flew out from the carriage door.
A woman's scream came, and Murong Qiuzhi exclaimed: "Aunt Zhou!"
Lin Luochen broke out in a cold sweat. If he hadn't dodged in time, the shot would have hit his head.
At this moment, he had to believe it even if he didn’t believe it, and he cursed secretly.
A loud shout rang out, arrows rained down from all directions, and the sound of arrows colliding with the carriages was heard.
The horse pulling the cart let out a mournful cry, the entire carriage tilted forward, and a woman's muffled groan came from directly in front.
Lin Luochen struggled to hold Murong Qiuzhi in his arms, listening to the sound to identify his position and knocking away the incoming arrows.
Murong Xiazhu clung to the carriage, casting spells quickly in his hands. A strong wind surrounded the carriage, asking nervously.
"Aunt Zhou, are you okay?"
But Aunt Zhou outside obviously didn't look like she was okay, and there were footsteps from all directions, and it was obvious that someone was coming to kill her.
Murong Xiazhu's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he said solemnly: "Help me keep an eye on Qiuzhi, I will give you the order of ascending to immortality you want!"
She surrounded herself with strong winds, opened the carriage door directly, and got out of the carriage.
The horse pulling the cart was shot in the head by an arrow and fell to the ground, completely lifeless.
That Aunt Zhou fell not far away, with many arrows in her body and a big hole in her chest.
A group of masked men in black were coming to kill them with knives. The leader was holding a long spear and looked menacing.
There is a burly man at a higher place holding a big bow, aiming at Murong Xiazhu, drawing the bow and shooting an arrow.
Murong Xiazhu cast a spell in his hand, gritted his teeth and said, "Yue Hua, Luo Yao, you are seeking death!"
The strong wind around the carriage turned into invisible wind blades that flew out one after another, harvesting one life after another.
The strong man holding the spear said nothing. He waved the spear in his hand and scattered the wind blades one after another.
And the big man holding a bow from high up shot an arrow, forcing Murong Xiazhu to try his best to reverse the direction of the arrow.
The distance between the two people shortened rapidly, and the strong man like an iron tower suddenly jumped three feet high, his right arm drawn back like a full bow.
The javelin in his hand shone with a cold light, and he was about to throw another javelin.
At this moment, the top of the carriage exploded.
In the midst of the flying wood chips, a white shadow emerged from the top like a dragon emerging from the sea, holding a strange bloody blade in its hand.
He waved his hand gently, and the bloody blade flew out at lightning speed, heading straight for the strong man's head in mid-air.
The strong man never expected that there was a master in the car, and he didn't have Murong Xiazhu's ability to move in the air.
"Pfft!"
With a dull sound like a watermelon exploding, the strong man's head exploded instantly.
The headless body was carried by the inertia and flew several feet away. It smashed heavily into the gravel pile on the roadside and twitched a few times.
The blood splattered on the men in black, scaring them so much that their hands and feet were cold and their scalps were numb.
This is a monk in the late stage of Qi refining!
This is gone?
The white figure fell on the broken roof of the carriage, with its clothes rolled up like clouds and its long hair flying freely, looking very chic.
Everyone in the scene was shocked. Murong Xiazhu was secretly happy but also a little scared.
Since I offended him, wouldn’t this be the same fate?
Lin Luochen glanced at the unrecognizable strong man, and his resentment dissipated a lot.
He hates it most when people aim at his head, no matter whether it is big or small!
Lin Luochen glanced at Murong Xiazhu with a cold look, and his tone was cold to the bone.
"Remember what you just said, otherwise he will be your role model!"
Murong Xiazhu nodded obediently, but he was extremely panicked in his heart.
What's wrong, will today be my death anniversary next year?