Zhao Xuanji looked over and saw the two figures seem to be a man and a woman, but the woman is obviously not Murong Xiaoshu. Because the woman was a little shorter than Xiaoshu and was slightly fatter. In addition, when Xiaoshu went out, she was holding a thin steel whip wrapped in rubber more than one foot, and the woman in front of her was indeed holding an iron fracture fan.

Folding fan, this seemed to be something Yizhihua liked to play with... Zhao Xuanji's heart moved slightly, and he hugged and rushed forward quickly.

That's right, this is the famous flower.

The man opposite Yizhihua was a little taller than her and looked like a man. The reason for saying this is because the man has a height that is significantly higher than an ordinary woman, and although he is thin, he is relatively strong.

Of course, it is not 100% certain that it is a man based on this point alone. After all, women with a height of 172 and a weight of more than 130 pounds are not rare. In the group of Jianjiazi, since everyone has good physical fitness, such a strong woman is not surprising.

It was not until Zhao Xuanji crossed the two roofs in a row that he could see clearly this mysterious man. He was wearing a stocking on his head and was extremely agile. Is this... a mysterious stocking hero?

!!!

Considering that when he was rescued last time, Shen Rou felt that the stockings hero's voice was like a woman. But she couldn't see her appearance clearly in a raincoat, and she couldn't see her height and body shape on a dark rainy night. But now it seems that it's almost the same.

Zhao Xuanji suddenly became excited. He had no disgust towards the stockings hero. On the contrary, he knew that he owed the stockings hero a great favor. If it weren't for the stockings hero that day, Shen Rou and Duoduo would have been held hostage by the bad guys.

I finally caught this benefactor today. Of course, reality does prove that the stockings hero is not Murong Xiaoshu.

Zhao Xuanji felt a fever and rushed over. On a roof in the distance, Zhao Xuanji also saw another figure moving lightly. It must be Murong Xiaoshu, but the location is still far away. Humph, this girl has a very clever body technique.

The appearance of Zhao Xuanji and Murong Xiaoshu one after another made the battle between the stockings hero and Yizhihua slightly stop. Yizhihua was obviously extremely surprised. Unexpectedly, the small Yunshui City actually hid so many extraordinary guys, which were simply a crouching tiger, hidden dragon.

If she was just a big stocking hero, Yizhihua felt that she could still deal with it, everyone should be fine. But if she rushed up, she would have to fall into trouble today.

escape!

Yizhihua jumped into Xiao'an River behind the house and swam to the opposite side in a few seconds.

The stockings hero seemed a little surprised, and then chased the other side angrily. Zhao Xuanji now realized that the stockings hero would definitely not be able to swim. The nearest small bridge was also two hundred meters away, and he turned around and turned back. A flower had already run away without a trace.

What about Zhao Xuanji? Is he chasing Yizhihua or the Silk Stockings Hero? In fact, he wanted to chase after him. However, after shouting behind him, the Silk Stockings Hero seemed a little alert, but instead ran faster.

"What are you running, I'm here to thank you!"

It would be fine if I didn’t say it, but I said that I ran faster.

Zhao Xuanji shook his head helplessly, thinking that maybe this person has some privacy. At least others have no malicious intentions towards him, so it's better not to chase him for the time being. In addition, he really wants to find a flower immediately.

Choosing one of the two, Zhao Xuanji simply plunged into the water and swam quickly to the other side. The little tree is more than a hundred meters away, so he is the most hopeful to catch up with Yihua now.

Climbing to the other side wet, Zhao Xuanji's figure was like the wind. He rushed into the alley where a flower had just escaped. Hei Bu Longdong had a very poor vision. And after entering, he encountered a three-point intersection less than fifty meters. Who knew where to chase him?

Zhao Xuanji paused, and simply stopped and made a few not very loud frog croaking. But he learned it so much that it sounded like a real frog.

A miracle happened... Just after he screamed three times in a row, three birds cries rang out on the path on the right side of the fork. The clear birds cried, and there was no special thing.

But a smile appeared on the corner of Zhao Xuanji's mouth, and he ran towards the path to the right. Not far away, he turned a small bend, and suddenly a figure rose from his side, and a sharp steel pierced on the back of his head.

Zhao Xuanji wanted to hide, but he had to fight back, otherwise it would be difficult to avoid the opponent's clever tricks. So he simply stopped moving and smiled and wanted to pinch the steel thorn.

"Don't move!" A female voice rang behind her back, "How do you know my darkness... huh, you...?"

"It's me, my sister." Zhao Xuanji turned around with a smile, with a simple smile as usual.

The woman behind her shook her hand, and the iron bone fan in her hand almost slid from her hand - the steel spike was actually a very easy weapon that popped out of the iron bone.

The thorn suddenly disappeared, and the fan was taken back. The hand holding the folding fan was delicate and fair, and the owner of the hand looked elegant and handsome - although the word handsome is not suitable for describing a woman. The big eyes and heroic figure were only a bit embarrassed with wet hair, and the thin clothes were completely stuck to the graceful body because of the water, and the curves were revealed.

The famous "Yizhihua" Qian Lingjun!

At that time, she had just found a beautiful young woman trying to be happy, but she was shocked by a bastard with stockings on her face. This bastard was so powerful that she was just as good as her. In addition, the police were obviously alarmed, so Yizhihua didn't dare to stay and could only run away.

But I didn't expect that the guy I was chasing just now would learn to croak the frogs.

"You have no conscience, I know you can't die!" A flower seemed to have a bit of sadness and joy, and a pink fist slammed into Zhao Xuanji's chest.

If Murong Xiaoshu saw this scene, he would definitely be shocked. Well, you little machine, it really has something to do with the thief of Jiangyang!

However, wasn't this not seen by that little aunt?

"Why are you still not changing your problem? Haven't you restrained yourself a little before?" Zhao Xuanji opened his mouth in a tone of lesson.

Yizhihua curled her lips: "Hmph, it's not just for you. I knew you shouldn't die, and the disaster was left for thousands of years. Thinking of your hometown in Yunshui, I came here to do two cases. Once you hear about it, you know that I'm here to find you, hey."

"This is a great method, but I just don't take the police seriously." Zhao Xuanji looked away, "Do you think the police are really easy to mess with? The little girl who chased me is not a vulgar."

Yizhihua nodded: "I wonder, why there are so many good people coming to this small broken place, it's simply abnormal."
Chapter completed!