v2 Chapter 1100： 仗剑天涯(4)

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The first kite went into the house to look for an umbrella, and she was alone in a single coat, sitting cross-legged on the bed, and her cold immersed eyes stared at her.

"What is outside?"

"do not know."

The kite found the umbrella and took the umbrella out: "You sleep, it won't let them bother you."

Then the door was closed.

Alum: "..."

He was silent for a moment and rolled over to sleep.

The sound of the fight was mixed with the sound of the fight. The sword and the sword flashed through the mind of Ming Hao. He got into the quilt and wrapped the whole person.

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The kite walked into the rain with an umbrella.

Bang-

Lightning cut through the sky, and the sudden light illuminates this side of the world. The first kite also sees who the besieged man is in the middle.

She is pondering the person to be caught - cold.

The big raindrops of the beans are on the umbrella surface, and they are like a rhythm.

The kite stepped on the rain and walked slowly from the bluestone board.

"Do you need help?"

Her voice passed through the rain curtain, through the night, and fell into the cold ears.

The cold slammed back, and suddenly saw the little girl holding the umbrella in the rain curtain, the white clothes, like a white light in the night.

The people who besieged the cold are also surprised.

They did not find out when this person was close.

"You promised to do me a favor, I will save you." The kite was slow when they were blaspheming.

The shackles of the armpits, the whole body is tight, and the people around them are alert: "Are you talking to me?"

"if not?"

The rain curtain blurred the line of sight, and the coldness fell in the rain, asking her: "If I don't agree?"

"You have been arguing with me." The kite moved her umbrella and exposed her face completely. The lightning that passed through illumined her cold face: "I will kill you."

That sentence is not like a joke.

I don’t know what to do.

Responsible for her condition will save her.

Do not promise to kill her.

What is the difference between this and forced persecution? !

The people who besieged the chillers stepped back a few steps inexplicably, but they were shocked and surprised.

A little girl, what are they afraid of?

"Less his mother's nosy!" One of them pointed to the kite: "Hurry up!"

The voice of the person just fell, and the whole person flew out, and ‘砰’ slammed on the wall.

No one saw her moving hands.

The group of people who besieged the cold, the heart was shocked, and they did not dare to shake for a time.

He smiled and said: "Yes, I promise you."

The sound of the rain grew louder, and in the rain curtains that lined up, it seemed as if there was a beast.

The group was uneasy at the bottom of the heart, but in the end it was still a cry: "Up!"

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The cold limping followed the kite through the courtyard and into the promenade.

Look down at the back: "Those people..."

"There will be people to clean up." The first kite received an umbrella, and the tone was cold and indifferent.

I remember her, and last time she was on the street, she moved her hand to Liang Shu.

Unexpectedly, they will meet again.

Still such a scene.

The kite opened a door and signaled her to go in: "Nothing, don't scream, don't scream."

Greetings: "..."

When can I call?

Come into the house: "There is clothing..."

boom.

The door has been closed.

The cold standing at the door, the water on his body went straight to the ground, but for a moment, the ground had already gathered a pool of water.

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The chills suffered a minor internal injury and adjusted the whole night. Although it improved, it was still a little weak.

I chilled myself to find the kitchen outside and took medicine.

When the chef came, I saw a girl in blue, kneeling on the ground and taking medicine...

"You... who are you?"

Looking back, subconsciously looking at the other side of the plate, seeing the other side's footsteps frivolous, not like the martial arts, the police took off a few points: "You are the maid of this house?"

This huge house, after chilling today, did not see a living person.

This is the first living person.

Chef: "No, I am a cook."

"..."

Isn't the cook a maid?

The chef is suspicious: "Who are you?"

Han said: "I am staying here for a while."

The chef is an honest man. He can't think of too many things. He can see the cold and calm, and he is taking drugs. He is only a friend of the first kite.

“How many people live here?”

While preparing the breakfast, the chef said: "Just a girl and a son."

"Nobody else?"

"Gone."

The chef did not see anyone.

The cold smelled the food, and the stomach began to scream. She looked at the chef and found that the chef had made a lot of breakfast.

"You don't say that there are only two people, how do you do so much breakfast?"

"The son is picky, and he has to do something to let him choose." Sometimes busy work in the morning does not necessarily allow the person to take a bite.

Greetings: "..."

I chilled and finished the medicine myself. When the chef went to the breakfast, he followed him and went all the way.

She saw the girl last night, sitting on the promenade, and the white skirt was lying on the ground.

The chef walked a few steps: "Girl..."

The first kite head did not lift: "I will send it in."

The chef nodded and walked toward a room.

He walked to the front of the kite and sat opposite her: "Thank you last night."

Although the way she saved her last night was a bit strange, it was not unacceptable.

After all, at that time, she was really unable to hold it.

"Transactions only."

The kite said so, and the singer naturally said: "What do you want me to do?"

"Help me see my personal."

Looking at the kite, I remembered it. Before, Liang Shu called her name.

The name "Hot" is not a household name, but it is still famous in the rivers and lakes.

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The chef came out of the room and his face was a little happy: "The son has a bowl of porridge."

The first kite asked: "What porridge?"

"Just... white porridge."

He prepared a few porridges, but he picked the bowl of porridge.

"Yeah." The first kite let the chef go down and enter with a chill.

Alum sat at the table and ate porridge, and chilled in. He put his hand next to him and immediately placed it on the sword.

At first sight, I saw the first kite. He glanced at it and loosened the hand on the sword. He continued to drink porridge.

The sound of cold and strange sounds: "Alum!"

The kite looked back at her: "Know?"

Cold and innocent eyes: "Celebrities in the rivers and lakes, is it not strange to know?"

"Most of the people who have seen him have died. Knowing the name doesn't necessarily recognize him."

The alum movement is a slight meal.

He used the light to sweep the kite, and the kite stood sideways, looking at the cold, and the eyebrows were cold.

Alum's fingertips moved, and after a while, he lowered his head, and if no one else continued to compete with the bowl of porridge.

"I have the good fortune to see one side." The cheeky face is smiling: "Is this not the case?"

The first sight of the kite is on her face, and she is not shunned, and she is very calm.