Chapter 291 (1/2)

Gradually night fell, and the people in the streets did not know when they were very few. At night in this era, ordinary people will close their doors in the evening and wait for the sun to rise the next day. After all, they are in the chaotic Warring States period.

The light is getting darker and darker, the world is silent, and even the heart is silent.

Mu cold day walked alone in the street, his back looked very lonely.

”Hmm?” as he walked, Mu Hantian stopped. Mu Hantian felt several figures running and chasing on the top of the building not far away. The speed was fast, and it was like a ghost in the night.

The next moment, they all stopped, and then saw the shining sword light of Yuehua, scream and blood.

There were five or six people before, and soon there were only two short figures. It turned out that they were two little girls holding long swords that were not commensurate with themselves. In particular, as like as two peas, the two girls are alike in dress and decoration.

The two little girls look up to ten years old. They look petite and lovely. They rely on each other in the blood corpse with a long shining bronze sword. They are lonely and miserable in the moonlight. This is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that several people with weapons came around.

Seeing this, Mu Hantian felt a sigh in his heart. It was indeed the troubled times of the Warring States period.

”Sister, you go, just a drag with me.” sister fell into her sister's arms, covered her bleeding abdomen, raised her small head and said wearily.

”No! Neither of our sisters will be fine!”

My sister bit her teeth and the wound on her shoulder was bleeding, but she still held the long bronze sword tightly and stared at the people around, intending to fight again.

Closer and closer, she felt that she didn't have the strength to continue wielding the sword. Was she going to die today? Clearly so hard to live, paid so much, why die? It's not fair. At least let my sister survive.

My sister wants to cry, but she will never cry in front of her sister.

”You die!”

After she carefully put down her sister, she was shaky, raised her long sword with shaky hands, and rushed over to scream fiercely.

Before, the sharp long sword became dull. I'm afraid the soft strength can't even cut the crossbar under your feet. How can you repel several skilled pursuers.

She was about to die. Her sister looked frightened and struggled to get up, but she vomited blood. She could only watch her beloved sister add up sharp weapons and be brutally killed the next moment.

”Alas! I'm going to do good again, but I don't accept good cards!” the dark red light flashed alternately. Mu Hantian stood in front of his sister. Several people behind him had no action, fell down one after another and rolled down from the roof.