It is impossible not to be cold. Even if you have a lot of wine, you cannot move and can only crouch in the mourning hall with airtight sides. Unless everyone is holding a sousy man in a pampered manner, you will definitely be stiff.

But no one dared to hold such a thing. Yang Rong was beaten to death and would never be reused again.

Although Yang Rong was vigilant, she kept burning paper money in the brazier to keep warm, burning gold and silver that his mother could never use in her life in the underworld.

At this time, Zhuang Rou touched her arms, took out a soup maker and said to everyone, "Look, I have prepared a soup maker to wait until now. The carbon inside is burned for the second time, and it feels warm when I hold it in my arms."

"..." Everyone looked at her blankly with their swords, feeling a little uncomfortable but how to answer.

Then Zhuang Rou held Tao Pozi in one hand, covered her face and said, "It's so warm."

The murderous aura of the Money Hall was dispersed by her, and her morale suddenly fell to the bottom.

Killing people depends on momentum. Yang Rong was like swallowing a glutinous rice cake as big as a fist, stuck in her throat, choking so much that she couldn't speak.

At this time, a gust of cold wind blew into the mourning hall, and the white candle shook and then went out.

"Kill her!" Yang Rong shouted angrily, and everyone rushed over like a wolf or a tiger.

Zhuang Rou lifted the crossbow and fired an arrow at them. The mourning hall was so big that it rushed over again. Five arrows flew out and shot three people with a crackling sound.

Then, she lifted the shield and started rushing towards her, and knocked three people away with one blow. She pulled down the mechanism, and the blade popped out of the shield, and was lifted up and rotated by Zhuang Rou and cut towards everyone.

The sword and axe player under Yang Rong faced Zhuang Rou, like a group of children fighting with branches. The sword and axe chopped on the thick shield, and it was useless except for a few clangs.

The blade on the shield was very sharp, and now it was spinning and powerful. If you want to use a knife and axe to block it, the weapon in your hand was bounced away and you had no idea how to start.

When I wanted to retreat, I had already found many deep wounds cut out from my body. The pain rushed to my forehead and collapsed to the ground with a scream.

Yang Rong has never seen anyone use this weapon, which is simply tricky.

I originally wanted to use a large number of swords and axes in armor to suppress Zhuang Rou from the number of people, but I didn't expect that I could not stop her at all. In a moment, most of the people who were ambushing were killed or injured.

His palms were sweating a little while holding the knife, and even if he rushed up, it would be useless.

"Bang!"

Zhuang Rou waved her shield and knocked the last two out of the mourning hall. After slumped on the ground and couldn't move, she took the shield back and carried it on her shoulders, and walked towards Yang Rong with great strides.

"Brother Bai! Help!" Yang Rong took a step back when she saw her coming and shouted loudly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of objects slashing through the air came from behind Zhuang Rou. After three bangs, something stuck on her back.

A young man in white rushed in from outside the mourning hall, and turned around in place before standing still, slapping the fan in his hand regardless of the cold weather.

The hidden weapon did not pierce into Zhuang Rou's flesh, but it was quite powerful. After piercing the fabric, it passed through the gap of Xia Jia and pressed against her skin.

She shook for a moment, and three fine needles long from her fingers fell off her back without any blood stains.

When Bai Yuanguang saw the three needles falling to the ground, he paused slightly, and continued to fan the fan and said confidently: "Monkey King Zhuang, give me some face. You can't kill Yang Rong. My Lingge wants to protect his life."

If you can kill someone without taking action and just say it, Shirahara Hiro is willing to say a few more words. It would be boring to take on any tasks and sweat all over the body.

His mission of protecting people has never failed. The main point is that people will be killed after he leaves.

As soon as time comes, he will leave immediately, and those assassins who want to kill will appear immediately. It is not a mission in the bell pavilion, he will watch the other party be killed and will not take action.

After the victim died, there were still some orphans and widows who were left without knowing how to sue the bell pavilion. In addition, the head of the family was killed and the whole family was in chaos and might have to escape. They could only swallow their anger towards this matter.

Shirahara Hiroki smiled and said, "This is the prince consort of Zhuang. I have been revered for a long time. I am really fierce when I see it today. But this is the one I want to protect. If I really want to kill him, what will happen after I leave?"

He persuaded many people to pass by, and today he was confident that he could achieve his goal. After all, Zhuang Rou had killed many people, whether it was relieved or to get in the relationship, it was enough.

Zhuang Rou looked him up and down and said, "Those who block me will die."

"Don't give Bai a face?" Bai Yuanguang put away his smile, suddenly slapped his fan, and more than a dozen long needles flew out and rushed straight to Zhuang Rou's face.

"Bang……"

All these needles were nailed to the shield. The moment he released the hidden weapon, Zhuang Rou also raised the shield he had prepared at any time, and all the needles were blocked without leaking.

It's better to have a big shield. She bent her knees and hid behind the shield. No matter what hidden weapon is, she can't do anything to her.

Suddenly, behind Zhuang Rou, the sound of clothes being blown by the wind came, and a feeling of being brushed by something suddenly appeared on her neck.

She turned around and saw that Bai Yuanguang had already used light skills to fly behind her at some point. The edge of the fan was shining with cold light, like a thin knife.

Shirahara Hiroshi landed lightly with her back to her, holding the fan with one hand, like a white crane with elegant wings spreading.

"The needle is poisonous. Although you shake off my needle, as long as you pierce a little bit of flesh, your whole body will be corrupted. I have been advised to leave, but I refuse to obey and will sacrifice my life in vain." He stood up and suffused, and said without looking back.

Zhuang Rou touched her neck, and there was no blood.

When the battle has started, how can you not keep your internal strength and iron armor skills at the strongest at any time?

At this time, Bai Yuanguang slowly turned around and habitually took out a piece of white palm to wipe the blood on the fan. "I don't like blood the most, but unfortunately a lot of blood will spew out of my neck every time, which is really hard for me."

When he looked back and looked up, a red color appeared in front of him, and Zhuang Rou's shield rushed towards him.

"But I like blood the most!" Zhuang Rou rushed to him with a shield in her hand, shouted loudly, and the shield hit Bai Yuanguang heavily, directly knocking him out of the mourning hall and hitting him on the ground.

Zhuang Rou did not stop, and rushed out of the mourning hall with one step, raised her shield with both hands, and smashed violently against Bai Yuanguang who was about to jump up on the ground.

She held up her shield and smashed it down. As soon as she remembered, she smashed it down heavily.

The nearly 100-pound shield was used as the door panel by her, and kept falling down. Bai Yuanguang could have struggled to get up, but as he fell again and again, he was pressed to the ground and unable to move.

"Lingge Killer? You are called a killer like this! You can pretend so well, why don't you be a hero or a scholar!" Zhuang Rou shouted, but her hands were not relaxed.

Suddenly, an almost invisible gray line fell silently in front of her, and instantly tightened and tied her neck.

A thread of gray!

Zhuang Rou's eyes sterned, she grabbed the shield and threw it back, and Qin Qiu was indeed here!
Chapter completed!