Chapter 505

A fight is inevitable. This quiet street is the battlefield.

Some people find something wrong and dare not go out to check it. The movement outside is really shocking.

It's really not nice to hear the sound of the sword colliding with Mori Leng, and the cry of someone before he died.

The number of assassins increased more than ten times compared with the last time in the snow city. However, they had made plans earlier, and they were escorted by soldiers and horses, which completely crushed the assassins.

But this time the assassins are very good. They can't take them down completely for a moment.

Countless people rushed to Xiao Jinshao regardless of the cost, and even Jun Yuwan could not be regarded as their goal.

Their purpose is very clear, staring at Xiao Jinshao from the beginning to the end!

Don't give up his life!

Jun Yu Wan was particularly annoyed: "if Yang Mou is not good, he will play Yin. That's all he can do. When we go back alive, their good days will come to an end! "

Xiao Jinshao was behind her back to back with her right hand, and her sleeve arrow was always aimed at the assassins around her. Seeing her angry little appearance, she unexpectedly felt very cute. If Yu Wan was a cat, she would be in the state of hair explosion now.

He said with a low smile, "Wan Wan is not angry. It's a dying struggle. Naturally, it's more intense."

Jun Yu Wan snorted. He stabbed a half crippled assassin with his backhand and shook his wrist. "My hands are numb, endless... It's annoying!"

Xiao Jinshao saw the needle, "I'll rub it for you in a moment, good."

Su Qiancheng frowned on one side, waved his sleeve, and a piece of white powder was flying in the wind. He looked at them unhappily: "the enemy is at hand, can you not disturb the morale of the army? I know you two are well now, but can you take care of other people's feelings? "

Jun Yujue immediately cast a glance of appreciation.

Jun Yu Wan felt embarrassed to touch nose, "know, know."

……

With concerted efforts, the assassin was outnumbered after all. When the last sword fell, the assassin fell to the ground, marking the end of the assassination.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood. After a long time, it made people feel a little nauseous. Jun Yuwan felt out the congshen pill he had been carrying in his arms, gave Xiao Jinshao one, and then gave it to everyone.

Qin cool taste straight into the throat, and finally put the feeling of nausea down, Xiao Jinshao exhaled a breath of cool air, turned around and clenched Jun Yuwan's hand, found that her hand was shaking in a small range, and quickly kneaded her fingers.

"Does it hurt?"

Holding the dagger for such a long time, I dare not relax for a moment. Junyuwan's knuckles are all red now. Xiao Jinshao slowly kneads and gently turns her wrist from time to time.

"It's OK, people are OK, this pain is nothing."

Jun Yu Wan leaned on him and went with him.

Jun Yujue rummaged over the assassin's body and said, "there's nothing symbolic of identity. I'm very cautious."

Su Qiancheng disdained to throw his sword aside, took a pad, carefully wiped his fingers, "no matter how careful the fox is, it will leave a loophole. Even if not, we can let him have it. "

Jun Yu Wan a listen to this words to the spirit, "Hey, little uncle, you are going to a frame?"

Su Qiancheng

He glared at her fiercely, "what kind of frame up? It's just giving them an identity. Anyway, there's no proof of death. What kind of identity is it