Destiny-changing Rain - C71

“I didn’t expect these two beautiful women to have such extraordinary skills. I got a dead body today if I can’t get a live beauty. ”

The Turtle stared at the blade in his hand as it stroked it, as if there was only one expression on his face, a sinister, sinister expression.

The maid snorted, “Cut the crap, give me your life.”

Both men thrust their swords at the insolent Dove Witch at the same time.

Dove-wielding martial arts were indeed impressive. With a fast and nimble movement, he only slightly leapt up and dodged the incoming sword attack.

It turned out that this’ crescent moon-wielding ‘was an extremely high level martial art. His sword was nimble and agile as it spun around, slashing right past the Jiu Jiu’s waist, but it did not harm him in the slightest.

Jiu Wu’s kick was extremely fast, hitting the wrist of the one who held the sword. The sword flew out of his hand, and the moon gracefully swept across the Jiu Witch’s body like a swallow, catching the sword with his left hand. At the same time, the maidservant also attacked Jiu Witch from the side, and the maidservant next to the Jiu Witch only missed by a hair’s breadth.

At that very moment, Dove Witch raised her sword and hacked towards the servant girl, which immediately lost its mind and fell to the side. The Dove Magus kicked on the servant girl’s back again, and the servant girl heavily crashed into the wall, and the corner of the bed was cut off by the Dove Magus.

Mo Wu jumped onto the bed, and it was obvious that the two of them were no match for him.

Yue rushed to the maidservant and asked, “Wen, are you alright?”

The two of them looked at each other and nodded as if they understood something.

Suddenly they both leaped up and stood on their toes on the wall like dragonflies on the surface of water. Both swords struck at the dove, but it was caught off guard and had no choice but to raise its sword to defend itself, its arm bleeding profusely from the swift attack.

Jiu Wu saw that they were in a disadvantageous position, so she broke out of the window and chased the two Yue outside.

The night had fallen, and all the houses were brightly lit.

Paper windows, pillars, doors, and streets glowed faintly red.

The black wind caused their robes to flutter.

The streets were blissful, the roofs murderous.

After another few dozen moves, not a single one of them were injured, but they were all exhausted.

The turtle-dove-like creature roared, and swung its blade at the moon. The moon leaned back to avoid the blade, and the turtle-like creature kicked her in the chest, causing the moon to fall from the roof.

“Sister Siyan.”

When Wen’er saw this, she rushed over to help, but did not expect that her arm was cut by the Dove Mage.

In that instant, the darkness of the entire world crashed into the flashing flowers of the blade and sword. It seeped into the bright lights of the streets, and the heavens and earth began to revolve.

There was no sound, no breath. A sword pierced through the chest and into the back of the Dove, and he and the darkness of Chang’an Street fell from the roof.

It was the sword that had fiercely stabbed up when the moon was about to fall, but it would only become worse if she continued to fall. At this moment, she floated to the ground, but it turned out that the black-clothed person had caught her.

The black sky was dotted with stars, the black wind brought a slight chill, and the black streets were lined with dim lights.

“Are you all right, girl?”

the man in black put down his hand and asked gently.

“It’s fine, thank you very much for saving me, Young Master. “Little girl …”

Chen Siyan pressed her hand to her chest and fainted before she could finish her sentence.

The whole street was looking for Sis Siyan, but there was no sign of her. She was in a state of panic.

The sunshine was bright and pure, yet it seeped into the discordant peace, and through the crevices of the light, the eyes were filled with an unimaginable emaciation.

Light poured in through the windows and filled the room.

Siyan sat up from the bed. Her chest was dull and painful, as if it was being churned by clouds.

He opened his eyes and saw that everything in front of him was unfamiliar. The bed was giving off the smell of a man.

The house was surrounded by butterflies, all kinds of butterfly gestures, vivid and lifelike paper.

She wondered why she was sleeping in this strange room. She only remembered being saved when she fell from the roof by a night walker.

Then a white-haired old lady came in with a steaming jar and said, looking at the bewildered Shiyan, “Girl, you’re awake.”

She looked at the old woman in front of her and did not know where she was.

“Granny, where am I?”

The old granny answered amiably, “This is my house, two days ago my grandson brought you back, you have been in a coma for two days, the doctor has already helped you look through, it’s nothing serious, it’s just that my chest was hit by some medicine and you are fine. My grandson went to sell silk and didn’t come back until noon. ”

The grandma passed the steaming bowl of medicine to Siyan before saying, “Take the medicine and lie down to rest while it’s hot. Your body is weak right now.”

“Grandma, I’ve troubled you.”

Chen Siyan said gratefully.

She had already guessed seventy percent of the time that the young master who sold handkerchiefs on Chang’an Street had saved her. The butterflies in this house were just like the ones he had drawn: graceful and lifelike.

It was just that why he was wearing night clothes.

“How could it be a problem?” “A girl like you is really pitiful. I don’t have anyone disturbing you in this remote place, you should rest.”

The grandma closed the door with the medicine pot.

She felt very tired and fell into a deep sleep.