173 What about pity the fragrance and cherish the jade?
"Maybe it's not because of her, but because of her added value." The man put away the knife in his hand, wiped off the blood, stood up slowly and said, "At least as a man, I will never fall in love with such a woman.
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"Ha, monk, I think it would be better for you to eat well, fast and chant the Buddha's name." Cuilan glanced at the little girl and forgot about it. She shook her head and looked back, "Look at the evil you have done."
"Fewer people died at your hands than me? Besides, if you don't paint that face beyond recognition, wouldn't it make people see the flaws?"
Cuilan curled her lips in disbelief, changed the topic, and returned to the original question: "You said Ning Yujin has added value, what is it?"
The man also walked to the bed and looked at Ning Yujin's face carefully: "I think there is only one reason why I like her, and that is, she is Mo Jingxiao's woman. Besides,
I really can't think of anything attractive about her. It's not even obvious."
Ning Yujin was not sure about dealing with two people at once, otherwise she would have to jump up and poke the man!
Just like you can't say that a man is bad, saying that a woman is small is simply an insult to her!
She is less than fourteen years old, so it is completely normal for her body to not develop. There must be something wrong with that guy's head.
Well, there must be something wrong.
But after feeling crazy, my thoughts got back on track.
Who are they talking about?
And judging from their looks, it was obvious that they wanted to create the illusion that Ning Yuning had killed her. What were they going to do with her next?
Cuilan waved her hand and said, "Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. How can we guess what I'm thinking? It's better to get them away quickly. Mengji's side won't last long, and those who were led away
I'm afraid I've realized something is wrong now and rushed back."
Ning Yujin's heart, which was originally raised, suddenly sank like a heavy stone to the bottom, feeling very excited.
She said that 108 just went out to get the box for Thirty-six and Thirty-seven, why haven't they come back yet, but they have already been entangled.
The man here has already set up the scene, and he gestured to Cuilan: "Let's go."
Cuilan suddenly waved her hand and shouted: "Wait!"
"What's wrong?"
"This painting..." She opened the scroll that Ning Yujin had placed beside the bed, and her eyebrows gradually wrinkled, feeling a little confused and uncertain.
The man came over, took a look in the moonlight, and said with a smile, "Is that her? This painting is much more beautiful than the real person."
Ning Yujin's hands suddenly felt itchy and she wanted to prick the man's face with a needle.
"No, this painting..." Cuilan wanted to say something else, but she heard a sharp roar coming from outside.
"It's Meng Ji and the others! Stop looking at the paintings and leave quickly!"
He raised his hand and grabbed a corner of the quilt, wrapped Ning Yujin in it, put it directly on his shoulders, and tucked Ning Yuning under his arm.
Cuilan followed him while teasing: "You didn't forget your little beauty even though you were running for your life."
"Wouldn't it be more logical to kill someone and then run away overnight?"
"Ha, you really know how to think."
The two of them fled in the opposite direction from where the signal came from while making a fuss, flying all the way across the rooftops and covering a long distance in the blink of an eye.
Ning Yujin once again experienced the pain of violent jolts, feeling as if her internal organs were about to be jolted out.
By the way, even if you want to arrest her or something, please be gentle, okay?
Even though she is a little small, it doesn't affect her identity as a woman, okay?
Where is the promise of Lianxiangxiyu?
But now, no matter how painful it is, we can only endure it. Judging from the situation just now, Xiaoba and the others should have discovered something abnormal and should have rushed back to Wutong Courtyard by now.
I just hope that the woman on the ground will not be mistaken for her.
Ning Yujin thought about it and thought it was impossible.
The corpse could bluff others, but 108 had just separated from her, and as soon as she tested the temperature of the corpse, she knew it was not her.
So how do you get them to come here?
Ning Yujin was thinking about this problem when she first left Wutong Courtyard, and then she remembered that she still had a Xiangfei Pill on her body, which was stuffed into the sachet on her waist.
She didn't need to move, she just pressed on her shoulder to crush the Xiang Fei Dan, and an imperceptible fragrance slowly floated out.
It is difficult to smell this kind of fragrance clearly, but something is very sensitive to this fragrance. Whether we can find her depends on whether Mr. Murong can find it.
I don't know how long they ran all the way. When Ning Yujin felt that she was about to collapse, the two men finally stopped.
But instead of arriving, we ran into trouble elsewhere.
The branches of the forest, illuminated by the moonlight, suddenly stretched out in front of them like skinny hands.
The moon also seemed to have been split open with a deep, dark gap by the giant axe, and it looked a little thin and cold.
And the fluttering black cloak seemed to be standing on the distant moon, but in the blink of an eye, it galloped in front of him.
Cuilan and the monk looked at each other, frowned, and nodded.
One holds back the visitor, and the other hurries away.
This man is no match for the two of them combined.
However, when the black cloak was raised, it didn't give anyone the slightest chance: "People, stay."
Cuilan immediately went over with a smile: "Who does this young master want to stay? Miss Ning San? Miss Ning Er? Or someone else?"
There was a flash of silver light, the thin sword trembled, and it suddenly touched Cuilan's neck.
His voice was extremely cold, and his face was whiter than the moonlight: "People, stay!"
This sound carried a warning, as if the tip of the sword was about to pierce Cuilan's throat in the next second.
The dagger in Cuilan's hand, which she had not yet had time to stab, was flicked by the cloak and fell directly to the ground.
The monk was stunned for a moment, and then he twitched the corner of his mouth and laughed: "Hero, don't be angry, the sword has no eyes. We will let this man go, let him go."
She looked at him coldly, her neck mechanically tilted, and she looked at him without saying anything.
"I just don't know, hero, which one do you want?" The monk raised his head and looked at the person opposite him with a sinister look. He suddenly let go of his hands and pointed Ning Yuning, who was under his arm, towards his face.
fling.
"Walk!"
After throwing it away, he shouted and wanted to take Cuilan away.
But he saw the black cloak standing there unmoved, the thin sword not leaving Cuilan even an inch. When he saw Ning Yuning flying towards him, he waved his hand away without mercy.
Ning Yuning withstood this force, flew away halfway, and then landed heavily on the grass.
The monk did not expect that the other party would be so cruel and ruthless. Seeing that he could not let Cuilan escape, he simply gritted his teeth, turned around and left with Ning Yujin on his shoulders.
But how can he be a soulless opponent?
The black cloak flew up like a ghost, and the thin sword in his hand glowed with a pure silver light. In a flash, it seemed to be facing his throat.
His throat was hoarse. When he raised his head, he saw a large number of people arriving in the air, and he felt happy.