The mysterious scribe did not see how Lin Feng disappeared clearly, and the other party's [Chasing the Wind and Tinging the Scenery] flashed out.

He looked at it and sighed.

“…Wenxin with no restrictions on use…”

“…It’s really enviable…”

Thinking about myself, I feel a little sad.

After sighing, the mysterious scribe carried his hands on his back and followed in a slow manner. He said it was slow, but every step was 1 meter away, so he was not much behind Lin Feng. The hole found by the guard was extremely hidden. Not to mention that it was night now, even during the day, it was easy to miss it. He ordered people to dig open the covered hole, and a breeze with water vapor came to his face.

This means there is a way to survive in this hole.

“Get in.”

Five guards took the lead, Lin Feng and the mysterious scholars who came up with the slut, and the remaining five guards were cut off.

The entrance of the cave was very narrow at first, and everyone had to line up to pass carefully. After walking for about a hundred steps, they could finally accommodate the two of them. Lin Feng became more and more alert. It was not until he walked through a winding corridor that he suddenly became clear.

At the end there is a huge space.

The mysterious scribe said: "There is someone here."

There is a simple stone bed with a little residual heat in the open space, which means that people have lie here not long ago.

Guess: "The sneak attacker lives here?"

Lin Feng clenched his fingers holding the scabbard tightly.

Chen Ning said: "Chasing, I didn't run far!"

However, the caves here are all connected.

In addition to the way they came, there were more than ten other places in the same direction. It was difficult to ensure that there were forks in the road halfway through these roads, and it was impossible to judge the correct one. In response, the mysterious scribe smiled and said, "This, I can help."

Lin Feng was suddenly happy and gave a big gift.

"In this way, I'll bother sir,"

The mysterious scribe waved his hand.

He said: "A small matter."

He was also very curious about who the "big fish" in Lin Feng's mouth was. It was not a problem to do it easily. Although there was very little literary energy to use without spending money, this "small" also depends on who to compare with. A few small words are no problem.

Wait for his spirit to start.

The shallow gold inscription gas turns into a very thin rope.

Starting from the stone bed, it spreads to one of the exits.

The mysterious literati said: "Just go along."

Lin Feng could not wait: "Chasing!"

The mysterious scribe: "You must chase after someone before the breath has dissipated. If the breath has dissipated, the instructions will be cut off."

He did not forget to remind Lin Feng.

Lin Feng didn't answer, but just gritted his teeth and accelerated the speed.

After chasing, I chased out of the cave, and then I found a cliff ahead. The lonely moon hangs high above my head, and the wind from a high place poured into the sleeves of my clothes, making a sound. No one! Not to mention a figure, there is no ghost! Did you chase the wrong one?

The mysterious scribe stepped forward: "There is a dead end ahead."

Even a powerful martial artist must consider this height. Lin Feng did not say a word, but walked to the edge of the cliff under the strong wind from a high place. Just as the mysterious scholar wanted to comfort her, she made an amazing move and jumped.

Mysterious Scribe: "!!!"

If you fail the mission, you won’t commit suicide, right?

Could it be that this little boy is also a dead soldier raised by someone?

The guards behind him were also shocked by this scene and couldn't react, and they all shouted: "Master Lin!"

joke!

If Chief Lin had a few shortcomings, they wouldn’t have been peeled off a layer of human skin by their lord when they returned!

Unexpectedly, the next moment, an amazing literary spirit burst out from under the cliff, and Lin Feng's voice could be heard vaguely.

"Sinking into the fire!"

Then there were bursts one after another.

The sound reached the top of the cliff, and the gravel was trembling under his feet.

Mysterious Scribe: "…"

He had no time to think about who Xiaolang was studying. Yan Ling used this sword to go wrong and jumped down. When he fell, he used Yan Ling's light body and then used the cliff wall to slow down the falling speed. He took a few breaths to catch up with Lin Feng steadily.

The guard who was left on the top of the cliff: "..."

The mysterious scribe fell gracefully on the side of the cliff, where there was a huge rock platform bulging outward.

Can accommodate more than a dozen people hiding.

He waved his sleeves and brought the breeze to blew away the dust.

Then he saw a strong man with bloody orifices lying at her feet, and a young man was lying not far away. Looking at Lin Feng's expression, the so-called "big fish" should be him. The mysterious scholar coughed twice by the dust.

Question: "It's all for this?"

Lin Feng did not answer, but squatted down, reached out and pinched the sleeping boy's chin with his fingers. The cold light of the lonely moon shone on his face, outlining an extremely delicate and elegant face. The youth's spirit was still as bright as that between his eyebrows.

The mysterious scribe took a look.

He said: "It's pretty good-looking."

The eye sockets are deep, elegant and wild, and they are definitely a young man who can make the eldest lady and the young wife blush. Look, the quiet appearance of closed eyes can also inspire others' love. Lin Feng finally responded.

"Just have a pretty skin."

Mysterious Scribe: "???"

I don’t know if his ears were broken, but Xiaolang’s voice seemed a bit weird, and it sounded like a trembling voice that could not be suppressed under ecstasy. The fanatical and extreme emotions even affected the rhythm of the heaven and earth around Xiaolang.

He asked, "Catched? Tied?"

Lin Feng sneered: "Kill!"

A cold and cold light flashed.

She took out a dagger from her sleeve and pulled it out.

Punch it hard at the position of the boy's heart!

Blood gushed out along the wound.

The boy who could not wake up no matter how hard he tossed, suddenly opened his eyes. He seemed to have not yet reacted to what had happened. Lin Feng's familiar face suddenly broke into his sight, and a thought flashed through his mind-

He wasn't asking for information just now?

Why did Lin Feng suddenly appear?

"you--"

But when he felt the severe pain in his left chest and his blood was quickly cold, he realized that Lin Feng was killing himself. The force of the dagger inserted into his chest not only penetrated the back of the chest, but also penetrated into the land where he was lying.

The eyes became wider and wider, and the eyeballs almost bulged out of the eye sockets.

Lin Feng was too lazy to know his last words.

He just smiled cutely, but his words were even colder than the cold wind at this high place: "I finally found you!"

That gentle tone is better than the lover's affectionate whisper.

The mysterious scribe looked even more confused on one side.

Ah, this...

Is there any personal grudges and revenge?

"you……"

The young man used all his strength to open his mouth, trying to get up and push Lin Feng away, and at the same time, he turned the Dan Mansion's military courage and frantically circulated the martial arts in his meridians. Lin Feng noticed his movements and pulled out the dagger without mercy and stabbed him in the Dan Mansion for a moment.

Hold the dagger tightly and stir it in the wound.

Blood was like a spring in the wound, spraying most of Lin Feng’s face. However, she didn’t even close her eyes. She pressed his body with one hand to prevent him from moving, and held a dagger in the other hand to tear the wound. It was like a hell Rakshasa in the eyes of the boy!

The stalemate lasted for dozens of breaths.

Before he died, Lin Feng said in a gentle and gentle voice as if he were a friend: "You can rest assured, your brothers, sisters, parents and relatives will meet you on the underworld soon! Ten, two, king, son, palace, and under!"

The boy's eyes were like copper bells, and he was unwilling to die.

He died with his eyes open!

Under the attention of the mysterious scribe, Xiaolang cut off the boy's head with his own hands, grabbed the ticked bloody head, stood up and breathed a sigh of relief. He turned his head and smiled: "Sir, do you have any doubts?"

Mysterious Scribe: "…"

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Chapter completed!