"I'm here to kill!"
An earth-shattering roar rang out, causing the guns of the soldiers in front to tremble. With a shake of the man's hand, a large handful of stones rained down from the sky. The wind whistled, but it was not directed at anyone. The soldiers were still in shock when they saw the stones flying towards them like black lightning bolts, stuffing them into the gun barrels and blocking them. Some of the stones went in too deep, causing the barrel to explode and explode on the soldier's shoulder, causing flesh and blood to splatter everywhere.
The man did not even look at the stones as he rolled away. His black cloak spun on the ground, causing the guards behind Yuan Zhaoxu to roll away, wailing in pain.
Yuan Zhaoxu growled, "Where are you from?" Yuan Zhaoxu seemed to be slightly inferior as he staggered a few steps back. The guards behind him were stunned by the death of a large number of their brothers and were hesitant to step forward after witnessing Yuan Zhaoxu's loss.
The man laughed loudly before replying, "Assassin, come at me if you want!" With a flip, he landed in front of Meng Fuyao and pressed his palm down on the struggling girl. With a wave of his finger, he chuckled. "Woman, I'm sorry. I'll return your essential Qi."
The man's voice was as deep as his chest, carrying with it a carefree aura of pine trees in the wilderness. Meng Fuyao immediately knew that it was Zhan Beiye. In fact, she did not need to be pulled into his arms to know it was him. Who else could be so arrogant?
At the same time, her entire body relaxed. The feeling of being bound by ropes disappeared, and the familiar true Qi that belonged to her surged in her energy center once more. After a quick circulation, she felt relieved. Extreme joy was followed by extreme anger. Unable to resist, she turned around and punched Zhan Beiye in the nose.
Zhan Beiye did not expect this woman to turn against him. Blood flowed from his nose, and his face became a mess. Seeing his sorry state, Meng Fuyao could not help but burst out laughing. She turned to look at Yun Hen, half covered in blood, and then at Yuan Zhaoxu, her expression darkening.
Yuan Zhaoxu looked up and smiled at her, then turned around to face Yan Lie, who was chasing after him with a fierce expression. Yuan Zhaoxu suddenly leaned forward, as if he couldn't handle the palm force just now, and fell in his direction.
Yan Lie had no choice but to help him up. Just as he stretched out his hand, the other party suddenly smiled.
This smile was brilliant, like a sky full of moonlight and stars swaying, swaying to create a dream-like illusion of a day. In the illusion, the spring grass was like smoke, the shore was rustling, the ripples of the stream reflected the color of the sun, shining with a myriad of clear silver lights.
Yan Lie looked at that smile and only felt that the consciousness in his mind seemed to be swaying layer by layer, swaying into soft clouds and mist, swaying without him.
He fell suddenly.
The guards ran over to help him up, and Yuan Zhaoxu stepped over him with a faint smile. "Sigh, what a pity. It seems the commandant has been poisoned by that killer."
*****
Zhan Beiye rushed forward with Meng Fuyao in his arms. His gaze fell on Fuyao's shoulder, where the wound had split open again due to the rush, and was now bleeding profusely.
His gaze once again fell on Fuyao's skirt, where the blood was also very eye-catching. Zhan Beiye frowned, and a trace of annoyance flashed across his eyes. After some thought, he took out an exquisite jade bottle and reached out to tear off the clothes on Fuyao's shoulder.
"What are you doing?!" Meng Fuyao shouted angrily.
Zhan Beiye's hand, which was holding the bottle, froze. She turned to look at the thing in his hand and reached out to snatch it. "What time is it now, and you're still thinking of bandaging my wound? I'll take it as an apology from you. "
Zhan Beiye watched helplessly as she unceremoniously took the bottle of medicine that was a tribute from the Tiansha Imperial Family. It was a top-grade medicine that even the princes could hardly get their hands on. He rubbed his nose helplessly, only to find that his hand was stained with blood. He stared blankly at his blood-stained hand and suddenly felt that he was a little cheap.
'Sigh, ever since I met this woman, I've been in a mess. Things aren't things, and I, Zhan Beiye, am not Zhan Beiye anymore.'
Seeing that Fuyao was still turning her head, Zhan Beiye snapped, "What are you looking at?"
"It's none of your business," Meng Fuyao replied immediately.
Zhan Beiye grinned. The blood from his nose congealed, making him look a little comical. "You don't have to look anymore. I admit that I was acting with him."
Meng Fuyao curled her lips. "I knew you weren't that magical." She saw that Yuan Zhaoxu had already turned around, but he was waving at her with his hands behind his back. She did not know what he meant.
Her heart ached. 'This man is really unpredictable. Everyone's actions seem to be within his calculations. So scary …'
Before she could finish her thought, the three of them had already rushed to the second door. The longbows had already lost their effectiveness. General Pei waved his hand, and the guards raised their swords and spears in unison. With a clang, Pei Yuan shrieked, "So what if you've rushed here? Aren't 500 guards enough to deal with you? Besides, there's still General Fang's army … "
Suddenly, she paused. The father and daughter looked at each other, realizing that they had been so focused on killing the man and woman that they did not realize that Fang Minghe's army had not entered the door.
Pei Yuan turned her head abruptly and looked out through the crack of the palace door. She could vaguely see the army in an uproar. The originally opened palace door had suddenly closed again, but she could not tell what was going on.
While she was distracted, Zhan Beiye's figure suddenly flashed towards General Pei. Shocked, Pei Yuan hurriedly tried to save him, but Zhan Beiye only feigned an attack. With a whoosh, he turned around, and with a wave of his sleeves, he had already changed his position. Now, it was Pei Yuan who threw herself into his hands.
Laughing loudly, Zhan Beiye grabbed Pei Yuan's throat. "Hey, woman, why are you getting dumber every time?"
General Pei's eyebrows flew up in anger at the fact that his beloved daughter had been captured. Just as he was about to order the guards to save her, a black shadow flashed by his side like a ghost. Meng Fuyao's whip had already wrapped around him. She did not go near, but instead lashed left and right from a distance. The black whip transformed into countless shadows, making it difficult to tell which was real and which was fake. He could only try his best to avoid it, but Meng Fuyao purposely forced him to jump further and further away from Pei Yuan.
Yun Hen stood in front of them to protect them. His sword danced in such a way that not even a drop of water could enter, blocking the swarming guards.
Zhan Beiye raised his black eyebrows like a sword being unsheathed. His laughter could be heard from miles away as he grabbed Pei Yuan's throat and dragged her away. "What bad luck! I really don't want to touch a woman like you! "
Pei Yuan was so angry that she almost fainted. She looked pleadingly at General Pei, but Meng Fuyao jumped up and down, lashing her whip loudly. General Pei tried several times to force his way in, but to no avail.
Meng Fuyao laughed as she waved her whip. "Open the door! Open the door wider! Otherwise, your princess's breasts will be squeezed smaller! "
The two men looked at each other, and their faces immediately darkened. Not only was Meng Fuyao's words unrestrained, but she was also quite vicious. In front of the Taiyuan Palace, among millions of soldiers, she was talking about the breasts of the unmarried princess. How was she going to face them in the future?
Although the two men did not care about how Pei Yuan behaved and did not consider her a human, they still felt that Meng Fuyao was shameless.
Meng Fuyao's clear laughter spread through the palace gates. Yuan Zhaoxu, who was turning around with his hands behind his back, suddenly paused and smiled. His long eyelashes drooped down, obscuring his deep and fluctuating eyes like fog.
In his arms, Lord Ingot suddenly poked his head out and looked back. With a squeak, his eyes were filled with disdain. Yuan Zhaoxu looked down and immediately knew what Lord Ingot was thinking.
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