The bloody body was on the spot, the body was placed directly on the ground, and the horse's head was also picked up and sewn together. It looked like the sweaty BMW that fell to the ground looked like it was asleep. If you forget the common sense that horses only sleep standing up, then the scene in front of you has a different kind of quiet taste.

But......

A large pool of black blood remained on the ground not far from it, apparently telling the illusion of the past.

When Kutou Fan Yao arrived here, what he saw was the scene in front of him.

Footsteps stopped.

His nose twitched slightly, and he could smell the blood that remained in the air. With a sweep of his gaze, Fan Yao's gaze stopped at the soldiers who were busy working, to be exact, on their previous sweaty BMWs.

From his eyes, he could see that this sweaty BMW was dead.

This sweaty BMW is the most beloved mount of the little county lord Zhao Min, but it is already dead at this time!

Who would dare to kill the mount of the little princess?

Looking at the soldiers who were busy but unharmed, an answer rose in Fan Yao's heart. Thinking about it, his eyes shifted, and soon he found the dark brown ground not far from the horse's corpse, which was the color of blood after it had coagulated.

Such a large area of bloodstains...... In my mind, I instantly conceived the way to die with sweat and blood.

A sword owl!

Only this move can make the galloping horse instantly have such a huge amount of bleeding. And the only one who shot was the owner of the bloody BMW, the small county lord Zhao Min.

When did the little princess become so brutal?

Even if he was bloodthirsty, in Fan Yao's memory, the little county lord Zhao Min did not behave so murderously, and he still did it to his most beloved mount. This is obviously not in line with common sense, and it does not conform to the appearance of the little county lord in his impression.

Recalling the words of the commander again, Fan Yao's face changed, and his eyes began to search in all directions, he was looking for the figure of the little county lord.

Soon.

Fan Yao searched for the figure of Zhao Min, the little county lord.

It was at the top of a small stream not far away, where there was a pool of water, and a group of sergeants stood guard far below, not daring to make any attempt to get closer.

stepped forward, and Fan Yao was quickly stopped.

After some comparison, Fan Yao got the answer from the soldier's answer.

The little lord was freshening up in the pool.

As soon as these words came out, Fan Yao suddenly had no intention of stepping forward to inquire about the little county lord.

But he couldn't ask the little county lord at this time, but it didn't mean that Fan Yao couldn't ask what happened to these soldiers here. So after some comparison, these soldiers finally figured out the problem in front of them.

It's just that after some understanding, Fan Yao was a little confused.

The answer he got didn't give him any more receiving, and they didn't know much about the group of soldiers who followed to protect the little county lord, after all, with the footsteps of a group of them, they couldn't compare to the sweaty BMW at all. After the little lord galloped like crazy, they were actually hung far behind.

As for what happened here, they were all vaguely guessing and did not dare to express any opinions.

When they chased here, they saw a sweaty BMW that had lost its head, a large pool of blood, and the wanton bloody smell that filled the air. As for the little lord who was not in place at that time, but sat alone on the stone by the stream, concentrating on washing his sword.

Right!

Wash the sword!

After Fan Yao heard this description, his pupils almost shrank into a pinpoint. He has traveled all over the world, met many sword masters, and also seen many masters with strange habits. However, there are very few people who have the practice of washing swords.

Those who can do this have always been pure sword lovers.

In the rivers and lakes, Fan Yao has never seen few people do this, even those who use swords are rare, in the eyes of many people, the sword is just a killing weapon, nothing more. Even if it is like a divine soldier leaning on the heavenly sword, Fan Yao has rarely heard of the extermination master who can wash the sword himself, at most, he asks his disciples to take care of it.

And Zhao Min, who is the lord of Ruyang Palace, naturally goes without saying.

For the wealthy little lord, the sword is also just a tool.

Although she has learned hundreds of messy swordsmanship and practiced a lot of killing moves, the long sword in her hand is just a useful prop for her.

Wash?

Think too much!

If you spend this time, it might as well be as quick as a new one!

So after hearing the soldier's description, Fan Yao's heart beat very fast for a while. The person described in these words is simply not the little county lord in his impression.

What happened during this hunt?

But in a short period of time, there have been such earth-shaking changes. Thinking back to what the commander said, Fan Yao faintly had an intuition circling in his heart. In this short period of time, I am afraid that something unimaginably terrifying has happened.

For a while, Fan Yao began to worry about his original plan.

……

Upper stream of the creek.

Secluded pool.

The blood-stained clothes had already been washed and were now neatly placed on the boulder beside them.

In this secluded pool, Zhao Min was standing naked in the water, gently brushing the stains on his body.

White is better than jade, and skin is tender than snow.

The white is red, tender and creamy.

On his skin, the contaminated water droplets couldn't stabilize his posture, and he slid down in a daze, smashed on the surface of the water, splashing into a little ripple.

But even such a flawless body has the biggest flaws.

And this flaw is falling in front of Zhao Min's eyes at this moment.

The girl lowered her head and stared intently at her white chest, which had just surfaced.

The six blue-black marks on it were like six finger prints that were clearly imprinted on the skin, which was particularly eye-catching.

Zhao Min knew that this was not a fingerprint, but a sword mark.

The biggest catch of her sudden hunting trip this time.

Or maybe she's the biggest catch from this sword mark hunt.

These six sword marks are too sinister, peeking into people's hearts, peeking into Zhao Min's heart, and seeing the increasingly intense depression, so it made a deal with her.

It was precisely because she had seen how powerful those peerless martial arts Tianjiao were, even if she herself had enough qualifications, she didn't have enough time to grow to that point.

If it is according to normal development, I am afraid that by the time she grows to a level comparable to those Tianjiao, I am afraid that Da Yuan will have turned into a corpse, and the grass on the grave will already be three feet high. Not to mention, can she really grow to that point.

The unknown future has created the only choice for the little county lord Zhao Min.

Shortcut.

But if you take shortcuts, you will pay a price!

And the price -

None other than herself.

The little county lord became the host of these six sword marks and became a sword slave.

As for the result, she gained supreme power.

"It turns out that this is the right way to use the sword!"

"It turns out that this is the power to hate everything!"

In the murmur, the little county lord shook his palm, and then slowly walked out of the water, and with the steps, the body that was originally submerged under the water was being exposed to the air little by little. Soon, Zhao Minren came to the shore, and his exposed body was completely exposed to the sun.

If the maid who had been serving her was here at this time, she would have exclaimed in shock.

I saw that from the chest down, there were dense blue-black marks, winding all over the body, and the source of these marks was the six black sword marks from her chest. From a distance, it was as if I had put on a suit of extremely tempting armor.

Reach out and get dressed.

Soon, the wet clothes were worn by the little county lord, completely covering the abnormalities on his body.

Then as soon as the open arms fell, the moisture hidden in the clothes was forced out by an inexplicable force.

Before he knew it, a white mist shot out from all around him.

Silently, the stone in front of him that was resting his clothes turned into powder and scattered in the air.