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Ouyang Feifei tried her best to make her voice sound very calm, but it was difficult to hide the trembling in the depths of her tone, as if it was a throbbing from the depths of her soul.

She raised her neck slightly and tried hard to make herself look proud.

Wang Yong fell on the sofa powerlessly, smoking a cigarette, and an indescribable bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He didn't dare to look at Ouyang Feifei's eyes. He was afraid, afraid that he would see that under her seemingly hard appearance, there was actually a soft and fragile heart hidden.

He was afraid of seeing the sadness from her heart.

"Yeah." The answer was followed by a slight suffocating quietness.

Uh-huh.

Wang Yong's voice kept echoing in her mind, with tides rising and falling, and endlessly roaring. Another quiet feeling that makes people feel that the world is about to collapse.

"Oh, then you go to bed early tonight and see you tomorrow." Ouyang Feifei's tone was indescribable and calm. She turned around, twisted the handle, opened the door, closed the door...

Wang Yong shook his head helplessly, looking at the closed door, his hand finally straightened. After a slight and weak "Fifei", he also entered the house and closed the door.

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The next day.

In Japan, the top of Mount Showa Dafu was covered with silver. The cold wind was howling, and white snowflakes were flying all over the sky, freely and ostentatiously.

Like dust, like butterflies, like trousers, like cherry blossoms...

There are various shapes and charms. Sometimes the snow and wind sing gently, blowing by gently, disappearing.

Sometimes the fallen flowers are colorful and lingering, gentle and moving. Sometimes they are cold and ruthless, whizzing by and retreating.

A wisp is sometimes low and gentle, like snowflakes, sometimes high and exciting. It is like a storm and snow falling on the opposite side, and it turns again. It is desolate and vast, ethereal and quiet. A music with the Japanese flavor comes faintly with the wind and snow.

A woman's white shadow by the lake was wearing a snow-white kimono, with a few cherry blossoms dotted on it, and the petals were like snow in the sky, sprinkling all over the hem, spotless. She was wearing wooden clogs and stepping on the white snow, making a sound, leaving a footprint. She held a jade-wrapped knife in her hand, and the sword was shining, and the cool air was scattered, moving around the world in agile manner, dancing with the snowflake music.

With such a unity between man and nature, a black shadow suddenly appeared on the beautiful picture.

The general of the Phantom Naruto Sect was wearing a black kimono, holding his breath and bowing his head, bent down at the standard forty-five degrees. He stood respectfully, letting Baixue fall at will, and a thick layer of snow had accumulated on his head and back. Seeing that he had been standing bent for a while, he was still like a puppet. He did not dare to move at all.

"Tell me." Like the cold wind blowing over the top of the mountain, the sound was chilling and the heart was heard, crisp, bright, but cold. The woman had white teeth and sword eyebrows, a little red lips, and her skin was as bright as snow. The white snow shone with a little jade-like luster. The narrow and long phoenix eyes were gloomy. A hint of charm and a hint of agility.

The general breathed a sigh of relief and slowly raised his waist. The soreness in his waist numbed half of his body, which almost made him unstable.

"This time we have had many failures in cooperation with Mrs. Butterfly from the X organization. The information we found was untrue. It caused great trouble to Mrs. Butterfly."

The general said with trembling lips as he shook his freezing white lips, trying to turn his stiff and numb waist, and not daring to be too big.

"Loss?" The woman's eyes swept shrillly and snorted slightly. She swung her wide sleeves, rolling up the snow. In a cold and proud manner, the blade was straight across the blade, and the tip of the knife was against the snow. "Thorn." A long gully appeared.

On one side of the knife, "Teng" was lifted up countless balls of snow and threw them to the sky.

I saw the sword light flashing, turning into a series of sharp arrows that were stunning.

"Brush." ​​The knife surface hits every snowball falling from the sky. It hits the general beside him with a whistling wind, and hits the top of his head. It is like a wooden stake target, and the snow falls from the general's head and face.

The general's face was as cold as ten thousand needles, his head was aching, and his ears were buzzing like crazy bees. He could only grit his teeth, clench his fists, and endure silently. He felt the woman's faint chill and anger.

"You said you lost? What about the consequences of the defeat?" The woman's heart was not beating, she was not breathing, she put her sword in her arms, and pressed her eyebrows. Her face was calm as water was calm, and her sword eyebrows were raised slightly. Her eyes turned into two ice swords through the cold blade, swept towards the general.

The general was frightened and trembling, and he lowered his head uneasy, wishing he could get into it if there was a hole in the ground. He knew that the failure of this mission brought an unprecedented blow to the Phantom Naruto Sect, and the reputation of the Phantom Naruto Sect plummeted. For this woman, she has always been committed to promoting the Phantom Naruto Sect as her goal. Hearing such news, it was a bolt from the blue.

As the music swelled, a sharp sound of the strings rubbed against the piano, like an egret flying straight to the sky.

The woman moved her neat bangs on her forehead, held a horizontal knife with both hands, stepped on a wooden clog, spanned horizontally, and pulled the horizontal knife with a narrow pull. A shadow of the knife shone with the snow, and it emitted a cold light as fast as lightning. A ripples of ice on the lake surface broke open, making a sound of rupture.

The general was trembling, panicked, and took a step back, his voice trembling: "Please calm down, and his subordinates will make up for the loss of the sect's reputation."

His eyes kept observing the woman's every move. He noticed that the woman's murderous intent was coming with chill, so he quickly stabilized his body and stood with his hands down.

"Swear to make up for it to the death? Are you planning to commit suicide by committing suicide by cesarean section?" The woman narrowed her eyes into slits. Her head was raised, her red lips were slightly charming, but she rolled with a layer of murderous intent. Then she rotated and slashed hard with a horizontal knife, facing the retreating general.

The general almost screamed in shock. The sharp tip of the knife in front of his eyes, a piece of snowflake was split in half, and fell silently on his eyelashes and turned into a drop of water. His liver and gallbladder were both broken, and he was slightly shorter, and his forehead would be split and he would be killed with one knife.

With a pause, the Sanwei Lines were twitching in a series of ways, like hail in the sky hitting the frozen lake, crackling and crackling. The general's heart also thumped. The music suddenly closed again, and it turned sharply, and the pearls fell on the jade plate.

"Please give me another chance. When the mission is successfully completed, I will commit suicide by cutting off my stomach and apologizing." The general bent his knees and knelt on the ground.

The general's heart twitched a few times, glad that he had just returned from the brink of death. He also used a delaying plan, thinking that if he had to fight his merits and demerits, he might have left his life. His temples were full of sweat and his legs were trembling.

"Opportunity?" The woman's graceful figure did not move, and the blade turned and pressed down: "Give you a chance, who will give us Phantom Naruto Sect another chance?"

"Master, Mrs. Butterfly invites you to Huahai City to see you." Seeing that the knife was about to fall, the general almost jumped out of his mouth, holding back his body, trembling slightly, saying it word by word, relying on his emotional patience to persevere.

Thinking of Ada Chen coming back from the sea in a panic, he stared at him as if he was smiling and said slowly: "I heard that your sect leader is very principled in doing things. I want to ask her to come here to judge me and see if my loss is worthy of the Phantom Naruto Sect, so I can report to the decision-making level of the x organization."

The general shivered when he thought of this, and Adachen's poisonous snake-like words penetrated into his heart.

The most cruel and ruthless female devil with the Phantom Naruto Sect, Fujiwara Richichi, is a two-faced person, as if he fell into the thousand-year-old ice, but he can only stand firm to the end, or die without a burial place.

The general's knee hit the snow and lowered his head to suppress his panic: "Sect Master." He trembled and took out a white gold-plated invitation from his arms, which was exquisite and elegant, with a small pink cherry blossom on the white gold edge.

"Please me? Haha, you're wrong? Who is she? I'm going to go if she invites me? There is only the place I want to go in this world." As soon as the tip of the knife was lifted, a cold light flashed in the woman's narrow eyes.

"Ah." The general screamed, covering one eye with his hand, and blood oozed out of his fingers. He rolled all over the ground in pain, but he tried his best to suppress his shouting.

At this time, the music of the Japanese Guzheng was like a flowing cloud and flowing water, and it stopped silently. The distant and deep tone of the eight-foot "Wuwu" came.

A touch of blood bloomed on the snow like a red plum blossom.

A bloody eyeball, attached to a gold-plated invitation, jumped into the snow.

Several men wearing kimono and wearing wooden clogs heard screams and slowly came over from a distance. The young man in the lead glanced at the general who covered his eyes and trembled, and looked at the woman, and bent down forty-five degrees, with a standard Japanese etiquette.

The few subordinates behind bowed and trained to shovel away the bloody eyeballs, and sweep away the remaining snow that was stained with blood. They quickly cleared them like those hidden dirt in the world, and restored everything to snow-white and clean, and were clear and clear everywhere without dust.

"Li Chi, there is no need to be angry. Let me go to China and solve this problem in person." The handsome man's face was full of respect, wearing white gloves, holding a clean white and pink brocade handkerchief, and pink cherry blossoms scattered on it.

Fujiwara Richii took the brocade handkerchief and fell into deep thought. While carefully wiping the blood on the tip of the knife, he threw the brocade handkerchief as a rag after wiping it.

When the brocade squid fell, the man quickly caught it with his eyes and hands. He folded it again, put it in a transparent pocket, turned around and told his subordinates: "Burn it, leave no trace."

The woman checked the sharp blade left and right, seemed satisfied, and slowly closed the knife.

The tip of the knife is aligned to the scabbard, and the handle is pushed forward gracefully, and "brush." ​​It quickly enters the scabbard. As soon as it is slow and fast, a flash of the knife light is piercing the eye. It seems that some kind of ritual has been completed and some kind of decision has been made.

"No need, I will solve this problem myself." Fujiwara Ryuko held the Jade-wind sword tightly and stood tall and graceful.

Ikawa Nakano hesitated for a moment and said, "Li Chi, do you know that what you want to find is King, the top ten mercenaries. This person has outstanding reputation and cannot be underestimated. And the powerful Wolf company behind him is even more hidden and horny, and there are many talented people. Please be cautious."

Out of some concern and the status of the Phantom Naruto Sect’s Higher Ninja Ninja, some powerful relationships have to be explained clearly.

"I really want to meet the mercenary king who was rumored to be magical and see if he is as powerful as the legend. Can the top ten mercenaries block my jade-wrapped sword?" Fujiwara Lichi's red lips slightly raised, his eyes staring at the cracks on the lake surface, and his spirit was shining.
Chapter completed!