final catastrophe

Chapter 160 113. The Lord of the Tribulation vs. the Leader (Part [-])
Candles flickered.

The thick cloth of the iron-gray tent has traces of wind and frost, and inside are two rows of long tables, and Ren Qingying, who is wrapped in red gauze in the center, sits cross-legged.

Sitting down, Ren Wuyue was the only one.

But at the edge of the tent, the shadows without light are very strong.

If you look carefully, you can find that dozens of assassins from the Moon Department are already there, covering themselves in the most concealed posture and in the most suitable environment for hiding.

Even though dozens of people were inside the tent, it gave off a strange sense of emptiness.

Ren Qingying played with her nails, which were smeared with poppy flower oil and sparkled with diamond sand, making her five fingers more slender, white and eye-catching.

Tread
She seemed to remember something, turned her eyes away from her fingers, and tapped casually on the red-grained wooden table in front of her with her left hand.

The sound just fell.

The thick shadows around the tent moved, like the ebb and flow of the tide, and dissipated with an extremely natural rhythm, as if the darkness suddenly overflowed from the tent.

The moon is dark and the wind is high.

This is the best environment for assassins.

Coupled with the singing voice that filled the sky, and the ethereal and light voice of that strange woman, their actions became even more secretive.

"There is only one sentence in the bag."

Ren Wuyue was silent and listened quietly.

"If everything is fine, then someone is lying."

Ren Wuyue showed a puzzled look, which is quite mysterious.
Ren Qingying continued to play with her nails, and said, "Mr. Jia means that Shi Heng is lying."

Ren Wuyue was stunned for a moment, holding her chin, her eyes began to shift.

Why did Shi Heng lie?
Either he had caught the kid, or he was threatened and forced to speak falsely.

And since I and others have judged that Xia Tian can only go to the west, and Shi Heng came from the west with bandits, but he said that he didn't know it at all.
Ren Wuyue suddenly laughed, and she seemed to understand after being so impressed.

But the more she understood, the more confused she became, "Mr. Jia, thousands of miles away, how could the tips written a few days ago estimate the situation at this moment?"

Ren Wuyue shook her head and said: "I don't know, but this is the horror of real counselors.

I think we also need to leave. After all, she is the man's biological sister. In my mind, she is my family.

And the kid might call me aunt. "

She covered her mouth and smiled softly, the bright red adornment in her hair was bright in the candlelight, and it was more contrasted with the black hair, the white skin, and the same fiery red lips, which were as moist as morning dew, which made people feel Longing for a kiss.

For a moment, the woman in purple with flute who sat down was stunned.

The leader is so beautiful.

It really can make people desperate, even sacrifice.

She couldn't help feeling jealous, why did that man occupy the leader's heart?

But he still doesn't know how to cherish it.

Ren Wuyue was still thinking, but the voice of her own leader had already sounded in her ears.

"Wu Yue, it's time for us to play."

"Yes." The cold woman in purple hurriedly came to her senses, held the jasper flute in her hands, and followed the leader closely, blending into the boundless night outside the tent.

a little cold.
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The flames flickered.

A group of people were surrounded in the middle, while a stalwart man put a knife on the neck of "Tiger Wing General" Shi Heng, looking around vigilantly.

Although he was looking around, there was no tension in his eyes, on the contrary, there was a gloomy and repressed tyranny in his eyes.

"Lin Juewu, his disciple." Ren Qingying who came from a distance nodded to recognize him.

And behind Lin Juewu, there is a man with a scholarly temperament holding a short knife, and a girl like a lady holding a curved moon knife.

"Li Wuhuan, Jingxiang." Ren Qingying seemed to have a winning ticket.

Ren Wuyue carefully mentioned: "That's Ning Zhongque, Jingxiang, the little man holding the child behind."

"Oh." Ren Qingying responded, and then looked at the two little men behind the three, wondering, "Why is there a little girl with such long hair?"

The girlfriend hurriedly explained: "It is said that he picked it up."

Ren Qingying was speechless for a while, the man she fell in love with was really different, even the one she picked up was so strange, the hair... probably was four meters long, right?

It hung down from one side and was wrapped round and round around her waist. At the end, a small black flower was made out of a butterfly headband that little girls often used to show its cuteness.

And why is her eyes so calm.
Calm as if watching a play?

Is it short-sighted?
And, that baby girl in her arms.
Why does Mao look similar to her?
Compared with these two, the petite girl with a baby face on the other side is much more normal, with a visibly nervous look, as if she is facing a formidable enemy.

And the child in her arms was also nervous for Mao?
Looks similar to her
Is this the existence that could become my nephew and niece?
It's really special.

And these two children, presumably one of them, is the child of fortune who caused the three thousand heavenly dragons.

For some reason, after just one glance, Ren Qingying confirmed that the child of fortune must be the baby boy that the baby-faced petite girl was holding.

It seemed that the baby boy was the one who was destined to reverse all this situation.

"Sister." Ren Qingying quickly observed, and her footsteps stopped just right on the edge of the encirclement, took a step forward, and left the bandits and assassins of the Moon Department, and then looked at the group surrounded by several people with a smile. The girl who lived there said something intriguing.

And that girl was tall and tall, with a cold look on her face. Although she was wrapped in a dusty cloak with pockets, she couldn't hide her peerless beauty. She had a bright red sachet hanging from her waist, and a thin knife wrapped in cloth was inserted.

Hearing the address of the woman in red who suddenly walked out, Xia Tian frowned slightly.

She didn't say "who is your sister", "who are you" and other boring words.

Instead, he quickly put on a sweet smile, took a step forward, and responded, "Sister."

Perhaps destined to become a great catastrophe, they are similar in some places to the existence that has become a great witch. This endless and inexplicable conversation was abruptly talked about on the same channel by them.

It really gives people the feeling of seeing each other late.

"Sister also likes red?" Ren Qingying saw the bright red sachet around her waist, smiled softly, and took a step forward at the same time.

With a gentle smile, Xia Tian also took a step forward, but she was still in the confinement period, and with the continuous running and twists and turns in the past few days, she was actually very tired, so she responded casually: "Yes, Mr. Red It's so beautiful, so gorgeous."

When she said this, her hands were behind her back, her index finger and middle finger overlapped like an orchid, and she pressed her thumb three times lightly, and whether it was Jing Xiang, Jiang Nanyue, Lin Juewu, Li Wuhuan, Ning Zhongque can understand what she means.

This is a well-set code.

Means: escape! ! !
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(End of this chapter)