The heavens begin from practicing swords in the palace

After running for more than a hundred miles, a towering mountain appeared in front of my eyes.

Zhao Qiu got off the horse, grabbed Zhu Qiqi's waist, and ran towards the top of the mountain with his figure like lightning.

Not long after, Shen Lang followed the horseshoe mark and found the place where Zhao Qiu and Zhu Qiqi dismounted.

He walked lightly, followed the footprints, and followed all the way.

However, the mountains are so rugged and the snow is so thick that it is extremely difficult to walk.

About an hour later, Zhao Qiu and Zhu Qiqi arrived at the top of the mountain.

"You! You...let me go! Although my Zhu family is a businessman, but...but over the years, there have been quite a few desperate people who have come to my house to seek refuge!" Zhu Qiqi said sternly, Along the way, the same words were said a lot.

Zhao Qiu smiled, and said, "Oh? So what?"

Zhu Qiqi said again: "What's more, everyone in the world knows that my Zhu family is the richest in the world. People die for wealth, and birds die for food. If my father hangs out bonuses, people in the martial arts will flock to him. Difficult to beat four hands!"

Zhao Qiu frowned and said, "Continue talking!"

There was a glimmer of hope in Zhu Qiqi's eyes, and he said, "Although I am in a wealthy family, I also heard that you are a disciple of the Beggars' Gang. The truth of fighting with Fu."

Zhao Qiu laughed and said, "Understood! Of course I understand!"

Zhu Qiqi smiled sweetly and said, "If...if you let me go right now, let this matter be over! I will persuade my father, and I won't come to embarrass you!"

Unexpectedly, Zhao Qiu had a pitiful look in his only remaining eye, and said, "You think I'm a three-year-old child?"

Zhao Qiu got up slowly, facing the howling mountain wind, and said: "I hope your father will send the ransom as soon as possible, otherwise!"

Zhu Qiqi shook his head and said: "My father has always loved money, he is an iron rooster, if you ask for 10 taels of gold, he will never give it!"

Zhao Qiu chuckled and said, "Aren't you willing to give it? I have many ways, for example, I will..."

Zhu Qiqi was originally a very smart woman, she knew that it was not good to be tough, so she immediately shed tears to win sympathy.

Zhao Qiu laughed twice and said, "Do you think I have the heart of a Bodhisattva? The more you are like this, maybe the more interested I am in you!"

After all, his one eye gave off a strange brilliance, and he looked at Zhu Qiqi's face all the way to his feet with great interest.

Zhu Qiqi was horrified, and said in fear, "You...what are you going to do?"

Zhao Qiu smiled and said, "What am I going to do? Miss Seven, what do you think I'm going to do here in the wilderness? Or, guess what? Of course, you are a dignified rich lady, of course you can't think of those nasty things... ..."

Suddenly, Zhao Qiu looked down at the road up the mountain, and saw a young man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, with a hint of freedom in his eyes, running towards the top of the mountain quickly.

It was Shen Lang who came.

The exuberance in Zhao Qiu's heart suddenly sank.

He has slowly removed the thick back knife and held it in his hand.

He came to this world not long ago, this Shen Lang possesses the aura of the protagonist, and his true energy and inner strength are much better than him.

"So Brother Shen is here!" Zhao Qiu smiled slightly.

Shen Lang also smiled, and said: "The prodigal son will not change his money when he turns back. Brother Jin's name corresponds to this sentence. If at this moment, Brother Jin let Miss Zhu go..."

Zhao Qiu chuckled twice, and said, "Let Miss Zhu go? Thanks to brother Chen for saying it!"

Shen Lang sighed: "Brother Jin, why bother?"

The thick back knife in Zhao Qiu's hand was gripped more and more tightly, and he said: "Brother Shen's words made me let this Miss Zhu go. However, in the eyes of someone Jin, Brother Shen's words may not be worth it." One hundred thousand gold!"

With a knife in hand, Zhao Qiu's aura and a fierce murderous aura lingered around him.

Zhu Qiqi cried and said, "Shen Lang, save me!"

Shen Lang frowned, but his body remained motionless, snowflakes fell on his fur.

In Zhao Qiu's mouth, from time to time, he recited the awkward sword art, with murderous intent, and the blade of the self-proclaimed sword continued to gush out.