There is only one bloody word "bitter" on this piece of snow-white silk paper.

When Ningxia saw this big character, she knelt on the ground for a moment and covered her mouth. Tears flowed silently and ran across her cheeks. A strong feeling of vomiting rose and fell in her throat, lingering.

Hei Wu raised his head and looked at Ning Xia: "What happened?"

Ning Xia knelt on the ground, lowered her head, unable to say a word, and could only cover her mouth and cry silently.

Heiwu got up from the bed, walked to the table without saying a word, stretched out his hand and pulled out the piece of paper with the word "ku" written on it, and was about to put it on the candlelight to burn it.

Ningxia knelt on the ground and shouted: "No!"

Heiwu stopped his hand.

"No." Ningxia continued.

Heiwu looked at Ningxia: "Since it will bring you such pain."

"I said no." Ning Xia insisted, her voice as cold as ice.

Hei Wu turned around and threw the piece of tissue paper on Ning Xia's head, turned around and lay back on the bed.

Ning Xia knelt on the ground and took off the piece of silk paper from her head with both hands, then pursed her cherry-colored lips, crumpled the piece of paper with the word "bitter" on it, crumpled it into a ball, then stuffed it into her mouth, chewed it bit by bit, and shed tears.

Tears couldn't help but flow from her eyes, but she still insisted on chewing up the entire piece of tissue paper and swallowing it.

"I feel very sick." Hei Wu looked at the ceiling and said coldly.

After all, silk paper is made of silk spun by spring silkworms. It is just like ordinary mulberry paper and is safe and non-toxic.

But of course normal people would not use this kind of thing as food, after all, the taste is really bad.

And the red writing on it is made from a mixture of cinnabar and blood.

Ning Xia said nothing and knelt on the ground for a long time before saying, "This is part of my destiny."

"I said last time that I would help you kill Misery." Heiwu said quietly.

"You can't kill him, and besides, he's not bad to me." Ning Xia said.

"I don't think he treats you well." Heiwu said with a sneer.

"I think it's okay." Ningxia said stubbornly.

Saying this, Ningxia stood up from the ground and opened another copper pipe: "This is the new Jianghu list."

"The Jianghu list?" Hei Wu looked at the ceiling: "I should be on the list this time."

"Yes, you killed Kong Wu, so you were directly promoted to the 41st place on the Jianghu Ranking List." Ning Xia said. "The nickname is Black Sky Demon God."

"Hei Tian Demon God?" Hei Wu sneered: "That would really save trouble."

"Where's the miserable old man?" Hei Wu asked.

"Because of Kongwu's death, my master's ranking has risen by one, and is now the nineteenth." Ning Xia said.

"Then if I kill the miserable old man, will I be nineteen?" Hei Wu said coldly.

"You are not allowed to talk about this matter again!" Ning Xia looked at Hei Wu, gritted her teeth and shouted: "I didn't save you to ask you to do such a thing."

"Okay." Hei Wu stretched out his hand and covered himself with the quilt: "I'm going to sleep."

Ningxia memorizes the rankings of the new Jianghu Ranking little by little, because the Jianghu Ranking A and A are all famous Jianghu celebrities who have been famous for a long time. Unless someone dies or is defeated, the ranking of the Jianghu Ranking A will not change.

The reason why Hei Wu was able to directly jump to forty-one is because he directly participated in killing the Shaolin Temple monk Kong Wu who had been famous for decades.

However, in fact, such a thing may not happen even once a year.

"Also, Huashan Shang Jiuge is also on the list." Ningxia continued.

"Is it the Shang Jiuge I heard?" Hei Wu had already covered himself with a quilt, but he still asked coldly.

"There is only one Shang Jiuge in Huashan." Ning Xia said, taking a look at the accompanying news about this time's ranking: "Shang Jiuge in Huashan swept through seventeen bandits in the Yellow River, with a single sword, and was unscathed, so he entered the Jianghu Ranking.

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"It's really a hasty news of being listed on the list." Ningxia smiled: "And currently he is the 100th on the Jianghu list, the real last position."

"So we will have to watch that guy slowly climb up from the bottom of the Jianghu rankings for a long time?" Hei Wu said quietly: "It's really boring to think about it."

"If we meet her, I don't know if I can kill her by the way."

"That will have to wait until we meet him." Ning Xia said coldly: "Master has already written a bitter letter to warn me. I need to kill Gouzazhong as soon as possible and then return to the Western Regions."

"Take you with me."

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…

The moonlight is like water, and the shadows of the trees in the courtyard are dancing.

Xue Ling looked at Fang Bie, who was already practicing sword cutting repeatedly with a wooden sword in his hand under the moonlight, and shook his head.

In front of her was a dim oil lamp, and stacks of thick thread-bound books cast shadows under the lamp. They were all the information she begged Sister Ping to get from the Beehive, about all kinds of trivial matters in the world, and celebrity information.

, and even the customs and customs of various places.

Hive's information in this area has always been relatively complete.

Only now did Xue Ling understand why Fang Bie, like Bai Xiaosheng in the Jianghu, knew almost every Jianghu person's martial arts, origins and personality.

Just like the all-pervasive investigation of Shang Jiuge's movements today, Hive really has a big net that can cover the entire world, and every move of everyone is projected onto this big net.

So are you also on this website? Every time she thinks about this question, Xue Ling feels like she is thinking deeply.

However, at least it should not be there yet. No matter how strict the hive's intelligence is, it is still completed by individual bees. The bigger the prey, the more bees will surround it.

A small character like Xue Ling, who is even a member of the Bees herself, should not receive much attention.

How strong is your memory to be able to remember all of this?

Xue Ling didn't know, but she felt more and more how much effort Fang Bie had actually put in under her seemingly indifferent appearance.

Just like the young man who wields a sword every night, and his seemingly simple gold gloves, they are actually the finished product that Fang Bu basically worked in front of the forge for half a month.

Xue Ling let out a long sigh.

This operation to exterminate the Seventeen Bandits of the Yellow River was the first time that Fang Bie completely let her plan the route and battle plan. These seemed very simple. In Fang Bie's hands, it was as easy as eating and drinking soup.

It was in front of him that the girl felt really in a hurry.

She has always understood that there is a big gap between herself and Fang Bie.

But now Xue Ling realizes more that the gap between them is far from just their martial arts.

Instead, he was completely crushed in all directions.

"I'm really unhappy." Xue Ling murmured as she looked at the small black characters under the oil lamp.

"Yes, I need to become stronger."

"Only by becoming stronger can we be able to help him a little."

The girl smiled and looked at the moonlight outside the window.

"I do not want."
Chapter completed!