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episode 11

"What! You're..." Yan-fang is wriggling her small waist, though,

thrashed. "Don't get up, just sit in my arms talking." Him

tightly hugging does not let go, "I will not let go of you, I will not let go,

cause..." "Ooo! Anyway you should let me take off

clothes..." "When I have to take off my shirt, I'll let you go." Him

hugging him even tighter, "no matter what your origin is, it must be an old story that from ancient times until now is the same

only, I don't need to tell you, all I want to say is you now and in the future."

"Now" have you decided to keep the flowers

in the golden house" you..."

"That was a thing later on, now I want to talk about it

your circumstances. Hearing the words of Local Dragon Lu-jiu, some

last day there were people here fighting and fighting, there were people who

thrown out the door, beaten until the blood flowed and the head broke." "The incident."

"Whoever they are" The man who hit and

throwing out the door is..."

"Ouch! You're massaging hurt my waist," all of a sudden

Yan-fang laughed as he exclaimed, "let go of me, I want to stand up

take a breath..." "I'm not tickling you." He finally let go

his hand, "the jealous thing of fighting though is common, but if it is not properly taken care of it, it may take its toll..."

"You want to know who that person is, don't you?" Yan-fang with

the hand played its godk, directly asking.

"I'm worried about you..."

"Worry about yourself!"

"You mean..." "I want you dead!"

As soon as the dead sound came out, Yan-fang's smooth hand went down, down,

the rays of needles flashed, three needles of the tails of bees that had been in the

hide inside the hair, very quickly piercing

towards Fu Ke-wei's chest. Standing with one, one standing, one sitting, once

hands extended directly to the target, one not

intending, that one intends, even the god of magic will not escape from

this catastrophe. Fu Ke-wei's right hand had just been raised rubbing

on his chin, he was the first to realize from the sleeves of Yan-fang's shirt that there was an unusual movement, after seeing the shadow of the needle that was barely visible to the naked eye, he was already unable to dodge.

"Aiit.." he shouted in surprise, instantly falling on his back.

Bee tail needle that is two cun long, if entered

into the chest, how will it be helped"

Although not immediately dead, but difficult to move, once moving

the pain pierces the lungs, the pain can make the whole

his body was limp, losing the spirit of movement and energy.

Yan-fang moves backwards after releasing his needle, with

it lightly flew backwards one zhang more, descending at the door of the inner room, quickly lifting the curtains inside, while exiting again at the

his left hand was a dagger along one chi, standing on the road to the kitchen, coldly staring at Fu Ke-wei on the floor,

thrashing pain. Her pretty face turned cold and stiff, her pair of eyes

the flirtatious beauty turned a cold glow, not blinking at Fu Ke-wei, like a wolf that had eaten its fill, with

a cold gaze looked at his dead little quarry, at

his eyes were murderous, but there was no appetite.

Fu Ke-wei rolled up his body, with all his might holding back

sick, one cun after another he thrashed to sit down, for a moment, he

successfully, the left hand pressed against his chest, the right hand held on

cotton pillow, her right knee bent half-sitting, finally

he can sit stable. His face was pale white, every muscle of his face tightened

changing shape, changing very frighteningly, his teeth were nibbled

powerfully, it could be known that the pain he was suffering from was so intense.

His eyes were very frightening, he was watching

Yan-fang, the flames of fury are burning, the black is frightening people, the,

the cold is shunning people.

From a distance, there was the sound of clapping three times the hour mark

twelve nights! "Jarum...ekor..bee.." his whole body trembled,

"you are.you are..."

Yan-fang's eyes moved, against an opponent who could still wriggle

sitting down, it was unexpected, he was also surprised that he could still talk.

shiny, very sharp.

"You are the Queen of the Bees.

su...hard to track..."

Yan-fang stepped, step by step approaching, and,

his steps were very slow, his eyes were shining a very bright light

so wary. Fu Ke-wei's body swayed, almost falling, but it finally could

held with his hands, with a trembling one cun-one cun he

moving his heavy body backwards, moving his pair of legs painstakingly backwards, once

moving, the pain lines in his interviews increased in layers.

Not far behind his body was the door of the room, outside was

the dark yard.

The speed of Yan-fang is approaching, faster in appeal

movement he's backtracking.

He could already speak, his body trembling even louder.

A ray of lightning came, the shadow of people came pressing down, Yanfang

already unable to bear it anymore, he attacked with his dagger.

A strong wind pressed down on his body, a fragrant smell attacking people,

cold dagger towards his chest, his body should be

bend and also stick close.

There was one slow cry, before a moment the tip of the dagger

until the target, Fu Ke-we threw his body back, and,

a pair of legs with lightning speed attacked, a terrible pain

it made him unable to exert his strength should be,

but the attack was still devastating.

"Brothers..." Yan-fang yells in surprise, his right leg swept away, he falls

tilting one zhang over, falling down with one loud sound, and

hit the wall, made the window shake, man

it has fallen under the wall.

Fu Ke-wei raised his body, but inside the dark room,

a pair of candles had been knocked down by Yan-fang, the darkness until

extending a hand cannot see five fingers.

Clearly, Yan-fang knows his Xiu-luo knife is very scary, very

maybe he still had the power to throw his flying knife

putting out the lights is the best defense.

In the darkness, Yan-fan sounded out a strange whistle.

Immediately in front of there was already a movement, the old man was like a demon

out of the grounds, in his hands carried a bamboo flute

colorful, four cun longer than the flute

used for performances, this flute is along two chi two cun.

"He's under the door." Yan-fan shouted agitatedly.

Inside the door below was a moving object, with

the starlight in the grounds could faintly be seen.

"My fingers hit his chest, but he's still holding on."

Yan-fang speaks again, but has changed position, "he has

kicking my right leg, in this short time, he couldn't

move freely, quickly kill him!"

The old man raised his lips, a ray

cold shot from inside the flute, tellingly hitting an object

moving under the door as far as one zhang over, one strange sound

audibly. "Not a human." Old man with strange feelings

yelling, "is he really inside?"

"It should still be there."

"You really hurt him?"

"Three all hit his chest."

"You didn't add him one knife?"

"A little late..."

"Younob! Get out quick."

"He should not have survived..."

"Hurry way!" The old man shouted in fear.