3~The Girl Who Was Attacked

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sparsely educated,

I don't understand the problem in this regard, but I vaguely remember that someone told me a video game similar to the Asian cat.

The story also seems to be told - the owner of a famous dessert shop found a few more cats in his bag, a warm and ingenious idea.

However, he also unknowingly found out that a cat was stuffed in the bag, Ji Bai didn't have any Seples in his heart, to be precise, there were surprises and no surprises.

"Well, hehe, Mr. Ji Bai, are you hungry? There's a piece of plain bread here, but Ke'er was worried that the cold and hard bread might get stuck in your throat, so she warmed it up with her body temperature. Well, it should be ok now. Eating it... woo woo woo!" Ji Bai was silent, closing the zipper emotionally.

"Eh?" The coachman looked back strangely, and glanced at the not-so-spacious carriage with a surprised face, very puzzled. "I thought I heard a little girl talking in the carriage just now.

"You guys, aren't you hiding stowaways or something?" The uncle looked at the two people who were sitting firmly in the car rice with vigilance.

"You probably heard it wrong, uncle. We didn't hear it. It's just the two of us in this carriage, isn't it? You must have been overworked and mentally deranged and hallucinated." Ji Bai turned his head away indiscernibly. .

"Really? ... Uncle looked suspicious, and turned his head back with a strange muttering. "I've been working too hard lately. Would you like to take some time to massage?'

"Hey? Brother Ji Bai, what are you talking about? Uncle the coachman heard right, isn't sister Ke'er in the bag, and you forced it back just now...

It was too late for Ji Bai to stop Huo Lei's mouth. What he said was like water that was poured out, and he couldn't take it back.

"Hmm??" The coachman turned his head suddenly, his eyes seemed to be sparking violently.

"Young man, give me your bag, Kangkang."

"Can I refuse?"

"Haha." The coachman meaningfully took off the glasses on the bridge of his nose. "Give me Kang Kang!

Glancing at Huo Lei, who had a big die next to him, Ji Bai shook his head while holding his forehead. He was not afraid of a god-like opponent, but was afraid of a pig-like teammate.

"No stowaways? Then what is this??" The coachman pointed at Ke'er, who was pretending to be a lucky cat doll in the bag.

"Young man, dare to evade fares on the territory of my ace pigeon Lin Laoqi. You're not too timid."

"You can ask on this collar, who is the most famous in this land in Wu Sen, and who has the final say??"

"I've seen a lot of young people like you who are lucky and want to evade fares and get away with it." The coachman breathed out a smoke ring and said seriously.

"They're almost all cold now

"I said, sir, you are too ruthless, right? Isn't it just evading fares, just let them make up for it, it's a bit too much to kill the killer.

"Young people who choose to reform themselves, the old man will naturally give them a chance. If they don't change after repeated teachings, hehe, the old man won't say much. After entering Wusen, the old man can do whatever they want, just go around the corner and trick them to get out of the car. That's it, as for whether they can get out of Wusen before dark, it depends on their good fortune." The old man sneered.

"Okay...Horley took a deep breath.

"Hmph, the old man's technique of releasing pigeons is not just a hoax." The coachman's nostrils were almost lifted to the sky.

"Ha, hurry up, you can do whatever you want when you reach your destination, right? You think it's beautiful, young man, to tell you the truth, I deliberately rushed in the opposite direction after finding out that the two of you wanted to prostitute for nothing. Now you two have to pay me the money, or don't even think about getting off the bus." The coachman gave a compliment to his wit.

"Really?" Ji Bai silently glanced behind him. "We don't care, if you want to go bankrupt, Uncle.

"Going bankrupt, young man, your brain is hilarious? You are the ones who don't pay for the car, why should I go bankrupt?" Ma Fumei

Ji Bai stopped talking.

It's too late.

"Well done.

"What do you call yourself

"Boom?" Accompanied by the whining of the horses, the bumpy carriage turned over on all fours.

As early as the moment he lost his balance, Ji Bai, who carried Ke'er out of the carriage, fell to the ground, rolled a few times, and quietly burrowed into the grass.

"What's the matter with me? 2: Is Cao Buyi hungry for you? When I go back, I have to stew you with that old mother~pig in the pen!" .

Unlucky! Not to mention two people who want to eat delicious food, and get bruised and bruised. The godfather of the temple is so poor that he can't afford the cost of healing his injuries, and he can't believe it..-

Thinking of this, the coachman only felt a splitting headache, and he rushed up in anger.

"This damn stinky horse, screwed up everything!" Looking at the horse that was playing dead, the coachman came out angrily.

"Whoosh!" The fierce wind swept past his face, and the coachman was stunned.

The clatter of hooves approached, replaced by the scalp-tingling sound of swords unsheathed.

The cold and sharp touch on the back made the coachman's throat block and his heart jumped into his throat.

"Don't look back, no

If you want to move your head. "The words of icy killing intent are worse than the edge on the knife.

"No, no, dare not... The coachman was hesitating, his anger was like a deflated balloon, replaced by fear and a strong desire to survive.

After controlling the driver, the masked men used knives to open the curtain.

"The pretense, it's not this horse... Is our action exposed? Or is it inside...

"Impossible, only my own people know, there can be no ghosts." Another masked man glanced at the poorly furnished carriage with almost no decoration.

"This is just an ordinary carriage passing by, do you have corns in your eyes??" The man in black angrily scolded his subordinates.

"It doesn't matter, don't worry, the ambush we set up is more than

"I estimate the time, and now I have almost succeeded, go to support to avoid accidents.

"Then how does this human deal with it?"

"Why, you still need me to teach you about this kind of thing??"

The coachman shuddered, and he could feel the unsheathed knife behind him, which was gradually moving towards him. This knife would be stained in a few seconds.

"Rescue, teach... The coachman shivered and couldn't speak clearly. He instinctively wanted to run away, but his weak bones prevented this possibility.

The killer didn't have any nonsense, he picked up the knife and dropped it, and his neat movements only pursued the fastest and most ruthless way to send people on the road.

The coachman's eyes were round and bulging, and the desire to survive before he died was about to overflow, but his legs were not up to par, and the moment the cold light approached his bones, he lost all his strength.

Unexpectedly, the feeling of cold iron entering the flesh did not come.

The metal iron tool fell heavily on the ground, and at the same time, there was a shocked cry from the killer.

What?" The killer stared blankly at the floating feet, as if he still hadn't figured out what was going on.

"Little brother, what's going on?"

The killer looked at the source of the sound, and it was-- an ordinary-looking, unusually burly and tall "human" strong man, who picked himself up like a chicken with only one hand.

"It's not good! It's a trick. There are militants in the carriage. Immediately annihilate them!"

A group of killers pulled out short blades, agile and hit the most vital part of the human body.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, the material used to make the knives is very ordinary iron, and the production process is also unremarkable, it is completely shoddy mass-produced goods." The tall and burly "human strong man" frowned slightly. Frowning, right-pointing at the weapon in the hands of the swarming killer.

"Technology is the soul of a craftsman, how can weapons be so perfunctory?" Huo Lei muttered in his mouth, his arms as thick as pillars swung round and waved, and the sharp knives and daggers were broken into pieces like paper. -valve.

[Awakening: Restoration and Repair Fist Reversal: Demolition and Degradation Fist]

The killers stared blankly at the weapon that was completely reduced to mud, and looked at each other in dismay.

"Unqualified weapons, dismantle them, dismantle them all." Looking at the scraps of metal scattered on the ground, Hao Lei smiled with satisfaction.

"This guy is not a human at all...--What should I do now??"

"Send arrows, kill them all, and don't leave alive.

"Swoosh....The archer who was hiding behind the grass received the order to put up a bow and arrow, and the arrows rained like a goddess scattered flowers in an instant.

At this moment, the sterling silver two-handed knight sword bloomed with sword flowers, and flew out from the swirling flowers.

Shoot people first, shoot horses, capture thieves, and capture kings first. The long sword is crisp and neat, and the leader who is caught off guard will be killed on the spot.

"What?? =

The rain of arrows fell on Hao Lei and bounced off, and a big question mark appeared on his head. "What are these little guys doing?

Ji Bai, who had placed Ke'er, rushed out of the grass, pulled out the silver throne that was inserted into the corpse, and rushed into the crowd to open Wushuang.

Completely one-sided slaughter.

Between swords, lights, swords and shadows, when the killers who were waiting for them reacted, they were almost killed.

Ji Bai would not show mercy to these killers who wanted their own lives.

The battle ended in less than three minutes from drawing the sword to closing the sword, and the opponent's strength was astonishingly weak.

Perhaps Ji Bai subconsciously ignored the issue of his becoming stronger.

"Brother Ji Bai, let's settle the old coachman first, so as not to hurt the innocent.

Ji Bai shook his head. "You underestimate the human desire to survive."

He pointed to the dust not far away, the coachman beat the uncle and had already run away several miles on horseback.

"Ahh? Didn't my legs go weak just now?" Hao Lei scratched his head.

Seeing the crowd scattered like spider larvae, Ji Bai did not catch up.

The grass next to it moved, and a pink-haired cat crept out.

"Hey, Mr. Ji Bai is amazing~" The little pink head looked around.

"Come on." Finger armor lightly tapped Ke'er's forehead, and the latter immediately skillfully put on a squatting posture.

"I'll settle the account with you later, Lei, there's work to do." C and Xiaozhi

"Huh? Live? What work?" Monk Huo Lei Er Zhang was confused and didn't understand what Ji Bai was referring to.

Ji Bai silently pointed to the movement from the woods in the distance.

These killers were obviously premeditated and planned, but they were also unlucky and were mistaken for the target by the killers, and the real target should be there.

Masked and softly armored hired assassins surrounded the overturned sandalwood carriage.

Beng Fei's wheels fell to nowhere, blood stained the ground, and the bodies of two or three guards collapsed to the ground, losing their lives.

The few guards were desperately fighting the beasts, but they were injured in many places.

The girl who was guarded by a small number of guards in the center was shivering, her long pale blonde hair was slightly wavy, and the pair of cat ears on her head proved her

Ruo porcelain doll-like pink cheeks have long been occupied by paleness and fear, she gritted her teeth, and despite the precarious situation in front of her, she was trying to maintain her image as much as possible. She had worked hard, but she couldn't stop overflowing. Negative emotions, trembling legs and feet.

"Is Miss going to continue to fight stubbornly? Look at how many subordinates you have died, all of them are loyal to you, not for yourself, but for your subordinates, right?" The leader looked at the corpses scattered all over, shook his head.

"Surrender, avoid the bloodshed of your subordinates, and come out obediently, we have no intention of harming you, all of this is for the sake of

"You, are you really the subordinates of a certain minister?" The girl gritted her teeth and tried her best to suppress her voice, not to make her voice tremble.

"That's right, it's okay to be guessed, you will soon know the identity of the messenger." The masked man walked over in a negotiating tone, and his gentle voice was inexplicably easy to let people relax their vigilance.

Looking at the bodyguard who vowed to protect her, the girl struggled, as if she was engaged in an ideological struggle.

The masked man in black looked at her reaction, and the corner of his mouth turned slightly on the bridge.

The secretly arranged team was slowly approaching her, but she didn't notice it, and would soon be able to handle the kidnapping cleanly.

After turning over to the carriage, the assassins who had been on standby were ready to go, their bows and arrows flew away from the strings, and they aimed at the girl's feet and shot them.

"Miss!" The guards were too late to support.

It was too late when the cat-eared girl noticed the arrow that was flying towards her.

"Crack!" The arrow was smashed by another arrow in the air.

"What!?" The masked man was stunned, and the first to react, he turned his eyes to the bushes beside him.

"Who's making trouble??" The masked man took a step back vigilantly. This kind of troublemaker was the last thing he wanted to see.

"I'm not very good at sneak attacks." In the grass, a man in armor with a silver bow came out.

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