Seeing the figure coming from the sky, Yang Fan's eyes narrowed. A glint of light shot out from his eyes, like a pair of invisible arrows, staring at the bird-like figure in the sky.
Then, he was shocked, because when he looked up, the "bird-man" had fallen.
Could it be that my eyes could turn into invisible arrows?
Yang Fan was amazed at his special ability, when the "big bird" fell down and landed on the wall behind Maqiao.
Maqiao only felt wind at the back of his head, his mouth subconsciously made an action of swallowing, and the orange meat that was half chewed was stuck in his throat. Maqiao hiccupped, turned his head to look, and said doubtfully, "Strange, there seems to be something? Why do I suddenly feel a gust of cold wind blowing past? "
Yang Fan didn't answer. He was staring intently at the ground behind Ma Qiao. His hands were pressed against the wall, his fingers spread out like an eagle's claws. His legs were slightly bent inward, and the soles of his feet were stuck to the wall. If it wasn't for the cover of his clothes, and the darkness of the night, perhaps others would have noticed that his buttocks had completely left the wall.
Every inch of muscle in his body was tense, and now he was like a goshawk with sharp claws clasped on the cliff, his seemingly harmless eyes were sharply staring at his prey, ready to pounce at any time.
The figure slowly stood up from the ground, it seemed that although he fell from the sky, he was still prepared when he landed, so he did not break any bones or tendons.
Yang Fan's body was tense, but hidden under the robe, the only strange thing was his taut cheeks and wide open eyes, but this kind of expression looked like he was in a daze, as if he was scared silly, the night walker did not see anything suspicious.
Maqiao was just casually looking back, and just when he was about to turn back, he suddenly found a pair of bright eyes behind him. In a great shock, he suddenly twisted his neck, only to hear a "crack" sound, his waist and neck had twisted to the greatest angle, as if twisting any more would make a cracking sound.
The person who fell from the sky was dressed in green, and the green clothes blended perfectly with the night, like water melted into water, so that Maqiao could not even see his body in a hurry, only saw a pair of bright eyes floating in the night.
"Ghost …"
Maqiao screamed, and the hair on his neck stood up. But his left hand was holding a thin-necked, big-bellied porcelain bottle under his ribs, and the other hand was holding two pieces of orange. In his fright, he did not throw either the bottle or the orange. This kind of skill was really amazing.
The green figure was the assassin who entered Yaochi Palace at night to assassinate Wu Zetian. His shoulder was injured, and he lost too much blood, and behind him was the Little Palace Maid's guard who persevered in the pursuit, so he finally fell to the ground due to exhaustion. At this moment, although he could barely stand up, his vision was still black.
He looked at the two people sitting on the wall, and roughly guessed their identity. The city had a curfew, and wandering outside in the middle of the night was either a thief or a thief. These two people sitting on the wall, other than thieves, what else could they be? Not to mention that they were holding stolen goods in their hands.
The assassin did not have time to look, and just coldly snorted, put his hand on the low wall, jumped up, and flew away like an arrow. This low wall was made of mud, and it had been weathered for many years without repair. With just a light touch, it would fall into a corner. But this person ran out like a leopard cat, and until he completely disappeared into the night, he was as light as a wisp of smoke, and did not touch a speck of dust.
Maqiao continued to twist his neck and waist, and stared at the quickly disappearing ghost with a pair of ox eyes, and let out a woman's scream, "There's a ghost!"
"Shut up!"
Yang Fan covered his mouth, and said in a low voice, "Do you want to attract Marquis Wu!"
Maqiao pointed behind him, and Yang Fan said in a low voice, "That's not a ghost, it's a person!"
When Maqiao heard this, he immediately quieted down. Speaking of which, Maqiao was really brave. He was more afraid of ghosts, this kind of illusory thing, but when it came to people, he had never seen him afraid of anyone.
Yang Fan stared at the direction where the person disappeared, and said softly, "We are thieves, but that person must be a big thief! But, no matter how big a thief, he is still a thief, and we all can't see the light, afraid of … what? "
When Yang Fan said the word 'afraid', his voice suddenly stopped, as if he heard something, but he immediately continued, and Maqiao did not notice this subtle change.
Maqiao slightly calmed down, and was busy stuffing the thin neck and fat belly bottle into his bosom. Just now, he almost dropped the bottle, if not for the fact that he was so shocked that his soul flew away, and could not move at all.
It was really too dangerous, this bottle can at least exchange for a few days of fat pork, I can't let it be broken. Maqiao stuffed the bottle into his bosom, and said in fear, "We can't stay here any longer. Let's leave quickly!"
The two were flustered, and just as they were about to slip under the wall, they heard a strange sound in the night sky. It sounded like the cloth on a banner was fluttering in the wind, or like crows returning late, flapping their wings and burrowing into their nests in the trees on the roof.
Maqiao's nearly sprained neck twisted back violently, and he could not help but exclaim, "Flying immortal?"
In fact, Maqiao was quite gutsy. However, due to Luoyang's curfew, not a single person could be seen when they went out at night. Not only did figures appear one after another tonight, but every one of them appeared in such a flashy manner. None of them walked on the ground. Maqiao had never seen such a thing before, so he was naturally alarmed.
The figure that appeared in the night sky took just a glance, and Yang Fan knew that it was a woman. It was a woman as elegant as a Brahma fairy. Her hair was foggy, and her long belt fluttered in the wind. Her figure was graceful, and she was elegant and gentle. She had the same charm as the fairy that flew in the clouds.
The only difference was that she was not hugging a pipa, but a spear. The tip of the spear was as thin as silk, and under the faint starlight, it shimmered with a faint but glaring light.
Yang Fan looked up at the sky and subconsciously narrowed his eyes. The assassin had fallen from the sky like a bird that had been shot by an arrow. Would this fairy's daughter fall as well?
The fairy had come down. She did not fall, but she flew down.
Under the starlight, although the fairy's appearance could not be seen clearly, one could vaguely tell that her facial features were very beautiful.
She had a very slim figure. She wore a narrow-sleeved shirt and a high-waisted dress that reached her chest. Coupled with a white silk scarf wrapped around her arm, it made her look slender and elegant. She was like a fairy that had descended to the mortal world. However, the spear she held behind her back gave her a valiant aura that was soft yet firm.
Yang Fan and Maqiao had never entered the palace before, so they had never seen such a gorgeous and elegant palace maid dress. Seeing her in this state, coupled with the way she had landed, they really thought of her as a fairy from heaven.
The fairy opened her mouth. Her voice was crisp and sweet as expected, but at the same time, it had a commanding tone. "Did the two of you see where a masked thief escaped to?"
When Maqiao saw this delicate little beauty, he was filled with lust and immediately lost his fear. His pair of shifty eyes wandered back and forth on the little fairy's body. He asked glibly, "Little lady, are you a fairy from heaven who has descended to the mortal world to catch a demon, or are you the Jing County's Shaofu [County Lieutenant (the honorific title of the Director of the Public Security Bureau)] handling a case to catch a thief?"
Before he finished speaking, his shoulder sank. The snow-white tip of the spear was already pressed against his shoulder. The fairy said in an awe-inspiring voice, "I'm the one asking you, not the other way around. Tell me! Where did the person escape to? "
Maqiao smelled the scent of blood coming from the spear. Only now did he know that this beautiful and charming young lady actually dared to kill people. He immediately shut his mouth and didn't dare to let out another fart.
Yang Fan said, "Miss, do you believe that as long as I call out, I can call all the people in Marquis Wu's shop over?"
The Little Palace Maid suddenly turned her head to look at him and sneered, "Brat, do you believe that as long as I call out, the Marquis Wu that you called over will chop off your head?"
With this turn of her head, Yang Fan could see more clearly. The first thing he noticed was the little fairy's eyebrows. The little fairy's eyebrows were black and bright. Her facial features were clearly soft and elegant, and her lines were soft and beautiful. However, because of these two eyebrows, she exuded a vigorous heroic spirit. There was also a bright plum blossom between her eyebrows, which was breathtaking at first glance.
With a hurried glance, he wasn't able to get a detailed look. As his gaze swept past her face, Yang Fan only had one feeling in his heart: She had a slightly seductive look, but not a seductive one.
Yang Fan asked suspiciously, "Miss, you … are someone from the government?"
Yang Fan had an instinctive aversion towards the government, but the little fairy didn't find the wariness in his eyes strange. Looking at the two people's attire and their bulging chests, they were clearly two thieves traveling at night. It was natural for them to be wary when they saw someone from the government.
The little fairy coldly snorted and said, "That night walker is being chased by me very closely, so he has no time to hide his tracks. Since you two are stealing from here, you should be able to see him. Quickly tell me, where did he escape to? This official is trying to catch a great bandit, I don't think it's beneath me to touch you sneaky little thieves! "
Yang Fan frowned and said, "We're two little thieves, how could we have the ability to help you catch a great thief? Miss, if you waste any more time here, you won't be able to catch that thief even if you wanted to. "
"You!"
The little fairy's sword-like eyebrows straightened and she was about to explode. Maqiao hurriedly pointed out, "Just now, we saw a night walker fleeing along the mud wall towards here."
The little fairy coldly laughed and said, "How do I know you aren't lying to me?"
As she spoke, she still flew over. That assassin was injured, so wherever he flew, he inevitably left behind a trail of blood. The little fairy sniffed the air and knew that Maqiao wasn't lying. With a leap, she jumped onto the mud wall and dashed in the direction that person had disappeared.
Maqiao looked in the direction that the little fairy had disappeared in and said blankly, "Xiao Fan, do you think this pretty lady … is she really an official? Why didn't the official arrest us? "
Yang Fan cast a deep glance in the direction of the rumbling waterwheel and said in a low voice, "I'm afraid … she really is an official. She didn't arrest us because she doesn't have the time to care about thieves like us. "
Maqiao was shocked and said, "She really is an official! What kind of yamen official would dress like this? I want to quit my job and go to her yamen to apply for a job. Even if I have to be a servant that serves tea and drinks, that's fine! "
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