The lady in grey floated on the beam and nodded. "Let's kill them together."
"Stop right there, Zhan Beiye!" Meng Fuyao suddenly shouted.
Zhan Beiye ignored her and charged at the lady in grey furiously. "Ouch!" Meng Fuyao screamed.
As the wind stopped, Zhan Beiye stopped and spun to her side. "What's wrong? Where does it hurt? "
This time, it was Meng Fuyao's turn to ignore him. She rolled her eyes and said to the lady in grey, "Senior Yun Hun, you're a guest of the Zhan Family. You're free to kill whoever you want, but this lady …" She pointed at the Concubine in Zhan Beiye's arms. "You want to kill this pitiful person who has suffered so much?"
"Tell him to put her down. I won't kill irrelevant people," Yun Hun answered indifferently, not even bothering to ask how Meng Fuyao knew her identity.
"If you kill us and leave her here alone, will she be able to live?" Meng Fuyao sneered. "If I don't kill her, she'll die because of me. Don't you know that?"
"My name is Zhan Nancheng, don't kill her." Yun Hun frowned.
"Sigh, I can't trust Zhan Nancheng even if he's a pig," Meng Fuyao lamented. "Even a pig is more humane than him."
"Then what should we do?" Yun Hun's eyes widened. "What do you think?"
"Sigh, this is difficult." Meng Fuyao frowned. "How about this: if we die here, she'll definitely die in the palace. Senior, you'll be harming the innocent. Why don't we all go out and let you kill us? Dying outside is better than dying in the palace. "
Zhan Nancheng spat out a mouthful of blood. He couldn't speak, so he could only glare at the cunning and shameless Meng Fuyao, and then at Nebula Hun with a pleading look.
Yun Hun didn't say a word. This seemingly old, yet young, yet innocent, yet mature woman's eyes were filled with a smile. She rolled up her sleeves and looked at the Concubine indifferently. "I find her quite pleasing to the eye, and it's rare to find someone more pitiful than me in this world. I can't kill her."
"That's right. If you hurt her, you'll be the most pitiful person in the world. That won't do. Someone has to be your scapegoat."
Yun Hun smiled and looked at her. "Don't treat me like a fool, lass. I'm just doing what I shouldn't."
Meng Fuyao grinned at her, thinking that the Ten Strongest were indeed freaks. One was Da Feng, who had spent 13 years in prison just to find a disciple; one was Xing Hui, who had used his body to seduce women after being deceived by his lover; and one was Yun Hun, who was sometimes naive and sometimes shrewd and liked to give himself away to others. As for the rest, she did not know how elegant they were.
However, no matter what, he managed to find a loophole. Fortunately, Zhan Nancheng's character was too bad. He was not loved by his grandmother, nor was he loved by his uncle. Yun Hun obviously did not like him, but because of his responsibility, he could not let him die.
"I permit you to bring Zhan Nancheng and this woman out of the palace." Yun Hun lazily took out a bag of snacks and munched on them. The crumbs fell and landed on Zhan Nancheng's head. "But you can't take advantage of me too much. After we leave the palace, the two of you will fight with me. Regardless of life or death, Zhan Nancheng must be released."
Meng Fuyao turned to look at Zhan Beiye. This was his enemy, he had decided.
"There will be plenty of opportunities to kill him," Zhan Beiye said.
He looked at Meng Fuyao, his heart full of pity and gratitude. He had wanted to see his mother today and did not have the extravagant hope of rescuing her. Unexpectedly, the situation kept changing. Fu Yao had replaced Zhan Nancheng, but Yun Hun, one of the Ten Strongest, had appeared. Zhan Beiye had to bring his mother with him. It seemed that they would never be able to escape safely from the army, but Fu Yao's words had actually seen through Yun Hun's temperament and forced her to agree to fight outside the palace. As long as they could leave the palace, the Black Wind Cavalry would rush to their rescue, and his mother's life would be saved.
It was all because of Fu Yao, a miraculous woman who would never give up no matter how bad the situation was!
Zhan Beiye's gaze swept past Meng Fuyao, who was covered in cuts and bruises, but still smiling as usual. Just now, before he rushed in, how did Fu Yao confront Yun Hun, one of the Ten Strongest, and protect the hostage in her hands?
He raised his head and silently looked at the carvings of dragons and phoenixes. Suddenly, the Old Princess in his arms said softly, "… Wife …"
Zhan Beiye's body stiffened, and he let out a long breath. Yun Hun laughed and said, "Yes, wife. If it wasn't a wife, how could she have done this? You're so lucky. This girl is indeed a good match for your silly boy. "
Meng Fuyao smiled helplessly and said, "Senior, have you never heard of the term 'confidante' or 'friends of life and death'?"
"Confidante?" Yun Hun suddenly laughed coldly, as if he had been stabbed by the words. His voice suddenly became sharp. "Still not going out? I'm waiting to kill someone! "
Meng Fuyao stuck out her tongue and pulled Zhan Nancheng. "Still not going? Waiting for me to carry you? "
= = =
When a group of people walked out of the inner hall, the entire Xihua Palace was shocked.
Meng Fuyao stood on the steps, giggling as she pushed Zhan Nancheng, who had a large claw mark on his left and right cheeks. "Comrades, you've worked hard. Please continue to work hard. Move those crossbows, cannons, tunnels, and traps to somewhere else."
She directed the group of obedient guards to insert the crossbow bolts into the barrel, and then aimed the barrel at the nearby artificial lake. Thus, two shots were successfully fired. The crossbows and weapons were thrown into the various mechanisms, and with a series of 'ka ka ka ka ka' sounds, more than half of the crossbows and mechanisms were destroyed. He didn't even spare the flintlock squad that had just arrived. All the flintlocks were thrown into the pit under the stone steps. Zhan Beiye kicked up the heavy stone slab and smashed it down.
Dust and smoke filled the air. The precious firearms that cost thousands of gold coins were all destroyed.
The one leading the firearms team was the Sixth Prince, Zhan Beiheng. His eyes were long and slender, and his face was pale and cold. He stared coldly at Zhan Beiye without saying a word. When Zhan Nancheng ordered the firearms to be surrendered, his eyes flickered and his lips moved, but in the end, he did not say a word.
Yun Hun kept her hands in her sleeves and watched indifferently. She was a royal consecrator hired by the old emperor of the Zhan Clan. She had promised to protect the emperor's life in times of crisis, so she could not be bothered with other matters.
The group slowly walked out, surrounded by tens of thousands of guards. From a high vantage point, they could see a huge golden mass wrapped around a small cluster. They moved with the cluster, but did not dare to get close.
Once they were out of the Xihua Palace, Meng Fuyao ordered, "Bring me a horse. I'm tired from walking!"
With a wave of Zhan Beiheng's hand, a guard immediately brought a few handsome horses for Grandpa Meng. Zhan Beiye hugged his mother and looked on with a cold smile. Meng Fuyao was also smiling and happily leaped onto the horse's back.
Zhan Beiheng's eyes flashed when he saw her on the horse, but she did not sit down. Instead, she pushed Zhan Nancheng onto the horse's back.
"Ah!"
There was a scream, and a few drops of blood fell. Zhan Bei Heng's expression suddenly changed. Zhan Nancheng's entire body was trembling, and a thin drop of blood flowed down from his robe, dripping to the ground along his trousers. His face was deformed from the pain, and he stared at Zhan Bei Heng, causing Zhan Bei Heng to take a step back. He stuttered, "Your Majesty … I …"
"Your Majesty, where did you poke? Don't tell me it's the root of your offspring? "
Meng Fuyao stood on the horse and laughed loudly. She had lost a tooth, and her face was bruised and swollen. It was really ugly and unpleasant to hear. The palace guards stared at her crooked smile and felt a chill in their hearts.
This bold, meticulous, impudent, and cautious woman!
Meng Fuyao glanced at Zhan Beiheng in disdain. "You're still too inexperienced to play tricks in front of me." She threw the saddle with the hidden needle at Zhan Beiheng's face. "Change! Change to the one under your buttocks! "
Yun Hun got on the horse again, and the imperial guards followed behind. Just as they reached the second palace gate, they suddenly heard an explosion in front of them, followed by shouts. The sound of horses' hooves and shouts shook the ground, and bright flames lit up the sky, illuminating people's faces.
Everyone abruptly raised their heads, only to see the guards at the front of the palace gates scrambling back, shouting, "The Black Wind Cavalry is attacking the Imperial City!"
As if in response to his shouts, there was another loud explosion in front of them, as if a bomb had exploded on the heavy palace gate. At the same time, the shouts of thousands of people rang out in front of the palace gate. "Kill! Kill that muddle-headed emperor! "
"They're rebelling!" Zhan Beiheng roared, his face livid under the light of the torch. "How dare a mere 3,000 people attack the palace gate? Do they think that the 30,000 imperial guards and the imperial army are nothing? Men, pass on the order … "
"Aiya, when did the Tiansha Emperor change?" Meng Fuyao's voice was even louder than his. She blinked and asked Zhan Nancheng, "Have you abdicated? Not yet? Why are there people playing the role so enthusiastically when you haven't? "
Zhan Nancheng gave her a venomous stare, then looked at Zhan Beiheng coldly. Zhan Beiheng felt a chill in his heart when he met his brother's gaze. He knew that he had offended his brother today, and if he survived, he would not have a good ending. However, Zhan Nancheng had always monopolized power, and he was just a prince without an army, symbolically managing the imperial guards. In fact, the one they listened to was Zhan Nancheng. As for the imperial army stationed in the capital, it was either the Emperor's personal order or the three Grand Chancellors' signatures. Zhan Beiheng's heart raced, but in the end, he had no choice but to silently bow his head.
Zhan Beiheng pointed with his sword and ordered the guards in front of him, "Open the gates!"
Zhan Nancheng silently waved his hand, and the palace gates opened one after another. A group of people walked out, followed by tens of thousands of imperial guards, as if they were escorting them. When the outermost palace gate opened, the Black Wind Cavalry, swords in hand and arrows on their bowstrings, chased after the guards of the outer palace with a murderous aura. Taking advantage of the fact that most of the imperial guards were gathered inside the palace because of the Emperor's arrest, they slaughtered the guards of the outer palace to their heart's content. Even when the gate opened, they still acted as if there was no one else around, slashing and killing like a gust of wind. Large patches of blood splattered on the smooth white marble square outside Tianjie.
When the palace gate opened, the Black Wind Cavalry turned their heads in unison and cheered when they saw Zhan Nancheng in his dragon robe.
Zhan Beiheng said coldly, "We have already abandoned our weapons and stopped fighting. Do you still want to use the Black Wind Cavalry to bully the weak?"
He did not see through Zhan Beiye's identity. Zhan Beiye was wearing a human skin mask, and he spoke very little, even changing his tone. More importantly, because the two brothers did not get along, they rarely met. They could not even be considered acquaintances.
In the hearts of the Zhan brothers, Meng Fuyao and Zhan Beiye were a pair of subordinates of the Ferocious King who had come to avenge Zhan Beiye's mother.
Zhan Beiye laughed coldly and said, "Bullying the weak is something that your imperial Zhan family can do, but others can't?"
At this moment, the Black Wind Cavalry quickly gathered into formation and rushed into the palace gate to welcome Zhan Beiye. Before the horses arrived, the murderous aura pressed down on them, and the horses came to a stop with a 'clack', causing Zhan Nancheng and Zhan Beiheng to raise their eyebrows.
Two riders arrived first, both youths with superb horsemanship. The former was agile and nimble, with a murderous and wild aura, while the latter's eyes were as dark as the night, and he was as tall as a jade tree.
When Meng Fuyao saw that person, she almost cried out in surprise.
Yun Hen!
'Why is he here?'
Yun Hen looked up and saw Meng Fuyao's astonished eyes. At first, he revealed a puzzled expression, but then his gaze swept across Meng Fuyao's pig-like face, and finally into her eyes.
His eyes lit up, and when they lit up, they were as beautiful as the stars in the sky, as if all the stars in the sky had been gathered into a glass bottle, shining brilliantly and dazzlingly.
Meng Fuyao knew that he had recognized her, and immediately flashed him a perfect smile.
Yun Hen looked at her face again, and the cold youth revealed a helpless expression. He went to Zhan Beiye's side and took the Old Concubine. The Old Concubine subconsciously wanted to give way, but Zhan Beiye whispered in her ear, "My brother."
The Old Concubine immediately stopped moving and let Yun Hen take over. Immediately, a group of Black Wind Cavalry came over to protect the Old Concubine and galloped away like a gust of wind.
Meng Fuyao's eyes flashed. She had always felt that Zhan Beiye's strength was very mysterious, and had exceeded the limits of a single Prince. For example, where did the Black Wind Cavalry get the best equipment in the Five Continents? High-quality crossbows, top-notch leather armor, precious lightning bolts. In the five continents, not only did one need money, one also needed to have connections to obtain these things. These things were definitely not given to him by Zhan Nancheng. His salary was even more pitiful, so where did he get these things from?
And how did this group of people hide in the heavily-guarded Pandu? How did they get the news so quickly? Looking at how they took the Old Concubine away in tacit understanding, where did they stay in the city?
How much hidden power did Zhan Beiye's grandfather, who was the 'first among the two ministers', leave behind for him?
Now was not the time to ask these questions. Meng Fuyao met Yun Hen's concerned gaze and smiled silently. She said to Yun Hun, "Senior, fighting in the capital is too shocking. How about we do it outside the city?"
Yun Hun nodded indifferently and looked at the gradually fading moonlight in the sky with a little sadness.
At that moment, Xiao Qi suddenly went over and whispered something into Zhan Beiye's ear. Zhan Beiye casually said, "There's a platform on the Luofeng Mountain in the western suburbs. It's suitable for a decisive battle."
Yun Hun nodded again. She rolled up her sleeves and looked at the sky leisurely. She did not think that these two juniors would be able to escape from her grasp.
Zhan Beiye then ordered the deputy leader of the Black Wind Cavalry, Xiao Qi, to lead the team away. The young man raised his arm and said, "No way, I have to follow a few of them."
Zhan Beiye was about to refuse when the young man said, "I'll collect your corpses."
Meng Fuyao burst into laughter. She felt that Zhan Beiye's position as a Prince was really embarrassing. Before she could finish laughing, she saw Yun Hen approach her and a certain Lord slowly crawling out of his sleeve.
It was Meng Fuyao's turn to be embarrassed. Wasn't Lord Ingot sobering up in the inn? Had they gone to the inn?
Lord Ingot skillfully climbed up her shoulder and hugged her face. He carefully examined her broken teeth, fingers, and pig-like face. His' only my Master and I can bully this woman, and no one else can! 'attitude exploded. When he turned his head and saw Zhan Nancheng, he immediately thought that he was the culprit. He leaped over and did a backflip, split his legs, and did a 180-degree chop.
A light red mouse paw print appeared on Zhan Nancheng's face, complementing the Five Fingers Mountain that Meng Fuyao had bestowed upon him.
Lord Ingot did not stop after finishing his gymnastics. He leaped onto Zhan Nancheng's head and began to dig out the jewels on the Nine Dragons Jadeite Crown. He removed all the priceless jades and placed them into Meng Fuyao's sleeves.
Meng Fuyao was greatly comforted. Tears welled up in her eyes as she patted Lord Ingot's head. "You're so considerate, kid. You know how to earn medical fees for your boss …"
By then, the group had already arrived at Luofeng Mountain. They dismounted their horses at the foot of the mountain. Halfway up Luofeng Mountain, there was a platform overlooking a precipice. Cloud Soul revealed a satisfied expression. "The Fengshui here is pretty good."
Zhan Beiye whispered into Meng Fuyao's ear, "Fuyao, we must persevere until the moon rises."
Meng Fuyao blinked and looked at the sky. 'F * ck, it's just dawn. Persevere until the moon rises?' Back then, Grandwind had been like an arrow at the end of its flight. Even the combined strength of the Zhangsun Boundless Sect and Yue Zhan Beiye had been no match for him. How could the two of them last until nightfall when Cloud Soul, who was only second to Grandwind and ranked sixth among the top ten most powerful cultivators?
Zhan Beiye said, "Attack his weakness … Fuyao, don't risk your life. I'll make sure you're safe."
Meng Fuyao reached out and sealed Zhan Nancheng's acupoint. She gestured for Xiao Qi to guard him. "It's only for a day," she said slowly.
She smiled and took a step forward. Beside her, Zhan Beiye followed suit. Yun Hen, who had been silent all this while, suddenly took a step forward as well.
Meng Fuyao pushed him hard. "Don't try to show off, or I'll push you down the cliff and kill you."
"Go ahead." Yun Hen was unmoved. "Push me down and I'll climb back up."
Meng Fuyao was furious, but Zhan Beiye suddenly laughed. "Brother Yun, I heard that you had a fortuitous encounter in Taiyuan. Now that I've seen you today, you've indeed improved a lot."
Yun Hen smiled. "I'm not as fast as Miss Meng, but I should be able to fight alongside her."
He looked at Meng Fuyao, his Spectral Eye sparkling. "Do you think I'm worthy?"
Meng Fuyao rubbed her nose. She felt that her luck was really bad. She had thought that Yun Hen was an honest child, but he was actually sharp-tongued.
She looked down and saw Lord Ingot, who was squatting on the ground, suddenly take a step forward.
…
Meng Fuyao stared at the small ball on the ground, completely losing the ability to speak. The ball ignored her and stood there, slowly taking out a fruit core from its pocket and hugging it with its claws.
Meng Fuyao asked Zhan Beiye, stuttering, "… Is this Lord Ingot's new weapon?"
Zhan Beiye looked at the mouse, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "Stop fooling around, Mouse. This isn't a joke."
Lord Ingot ignored him. Yun Hun, on the other hand, looked at Lord Ingot with neither anger nor amusement. Suddenly, his gaze changed. "Where did you get this thing?"
Meng Fuyao spread her hands. "A friend."
"What friend?" Yun Hun was more interested in Lord Ingot than in a duel. "Who?"
Meng Fuyao smiled. "Senior, I'll tell you after you kill me."
Yun Hun thought for a while and suddenly said, "Give me this and I won't fight you."
Meng Fuyao choked. 'No way, Lord Ingot's worth this much? If I had known, I would have opened an auction and sold it. '
Lord Ingot spat at Yun Hun's suggestion.
Yun Hun rolled up his sleeves and said lazily, "How about it? Three lives for one mouse. There's no better deal in this world. "
She glanced at the three of them and said, "The three of you aren't weak. You're the top experts of the younger generation. I might not have reached your level of cultivation at your age, but no matter what, you'll still die if you fight me now."
She spoke calmly, but Meng Fuyao knew that she wasn't lying. An expert who had been famous for thirty years, not to mention decades of pure and rich True Force, just her experience in fighting enemies and her unique ability to control the Force of Nature was not something rookies like them could compare to.
Three lives …
One mouse …
She squatted down and stared at Lord Ingot, who turned back to look at her with bright eyes.
Meng Fuyao touched Lord Ingot and said in a pained tone, "I really didn't know you were so valuable …"
Then, she stood up and smiled at the confident Yun Hun. "Senior …"
Yun Hun raised his eyebrows lazily and reached out to receive Lord Ingot.
"You'd better come and kill me."
= = =
Some decisions were easy to make, but when put into practice, they could only be described as tragic.
For example, risking one's life.
Meng Fuyao, who had always been crafty, had already dashed out like a cannonball the moment she said those words and Yun Hun was startled.
While she was in mid-air, the Heaven Piercing Sword had already struck Yun Hun's head like a black lightning bolt!
To a top-notch master, any feints or fancy tricks had lost their meaning. Only speed, faster than speed, depended on speed and strength, and one slash was one slash.
The other two, who were also outstanding people, understood this principle better than Fuyao. She rushed out from the front, but the two had already slid over, one on the left and one on the right.
One was as fierce as the wind and thunder, and the other was as swift as the night wind, and the other was as mighty as the three thousand feet high peak. The wind on the platform roared, and the gravel on the ground was blown back by the wind, falling into the cliff halfway up the mountain. It was only after a long time that the sound of the gravel hitting the ground could be heard.
The empty mountain was silent, and the entire mountain seemed to reverberate with that strong echo, rippling layer by layer, startling the mist and fog between the mountains. In the depths of the smoke and clouds, the rising sun seemed to be forced to disperse, dimming a little in front of the outstanding young man and girl.
However, when faced with the vast wind and clouds, the power of the peak of human strength was still evident.
Yun Hun just smiled lazily, flicked his sleeve, and with a simple stroke, he blocked the attacks from three people from three directions. The airflow around her body surged, and as she moved, her body was faintly discernible. The soundless and traceless true Qi could appear from all sorts of tricky angles and impossible directions, and then, like a hard and transparent crystal barrier, blocked all the dancing, churning, and changing attacks.
"Bang — —" Fuyao, who was the fastest, was the first to be sent flying.
"Cha — —" Zhan Beiye was clearly right in front of her, and the sharp wind from his sword had already sliced through her clothes. But just as he was about to get close to her, he was suddenly forced back without a sound. His body, which was tilted at a forty-five degree angle, was like a flag facing the wind. The friction between his boots and the ground created a series of sparks, and he only came to a stop when he hit the mountain wall.
Yun Hen's swift sword had always been faster than Fuyao's. Now, it was so fast that the Light Chasing Talisman's silhouette blurred. His eyes could not follow the silhouette and could only capture the trajectory of the sword's afterimages. However, when his fastest move, Light Splitting, shot out from the sword's light screen and headed straight for Yun Hen's face, the lady suddenly lifted her finger. With just that, Yun Hen could no longer see her. All that was left was a cloud.
Then, a pair of seemingly soft but actually hard hands reached out from the cloud and gently pushed Yun Hen away. With the sound of silk ripping, Yun Hen's sword brushed past the corner of his opponent's clothes. With a twist of his body, he used his elbow to deliver another backhand slash, but Yun Hun was already behind Fuyao, who was charging at him once again. With a lazy smile, he pushed Fuyao toward Yun Hen's sword.
Yun Hen was so shocked that his expression changed, and he hurriedly retracted his sword. His mind was in a mess, and Yun Hun suddenly blew, causing layers of clouds to cover up the two of them. Fearing that she would crash into Yun Hen and affect his sword, Fuyao slid to the side to avoid him. But as she dodged, she suddenly felt that there was nothing beneath her feet.
Unbeknownst to her, she had changed her position, and behind her was a cliff!
She fell straight to the ground!
Yun Hen immediately pounced forward, pouncing on Fuyao in mid-air. The craggy mountain rocks immediately cut the skin between his elbows, and blood dripped down the veins of the rocks, dripping onto Fuyao's face.
"Hold me!"
The youth who was lying on the rocks had an anxious look in his eyes, and his fingers were cold from panic. Fuyao looked up at him and Zhan Beiye, who had rushed over, and smiled. Wiping the blood off her face, she used the momentum to leap up. With a flick of Yun Hen's hand, she leaped higher than the sun and struck down from the sky!
Astral winds blew in all directions, and the clouds dispersed. Yun Hun's figure was no longer concealed. She looked up and saw a rainbow-like blade light coming straight for her!
"Good!"
Yun Hun had no choice but to retreat. With a flash of white light, Lord Ingot took advantage of the moment he retreated to shoot forward, opening his mouth to bite Yun Hun's throat.
Yun Hun could not help but laugh. "You little thing, you dare to bully me!"
With a flick of her fingers, Lord Ingot immediately rolled away and was caught by Fuyao. However, in that instant, Zhan Beiye and Yun Hen attacked again.
Yun Hun praised, "Good teamwork!" With a flick of her sleeves, she moved between the three of them. Knowing that their strength was indeed extraordinary, she was no longer as careless as before. The dancing undercurrents also became stronger and stronger, seemingly endless and endless.
Yun Hun had her own shrewdness. She could tell that the two men were very concerned about Fuyao, so she kept the focus of her attacks on her, forcing Zhan Beiye and Yun Hen to give up on their joint attacks. However, Fuyao's bravery shocked her. She was originally covered in injuries, but she was actually like a top-notch expert who had comprehended the Force of Nature. As long as her True Energy was not exhausted, her willpower would not be extinguished. No matter how many times she was injured, no matter how many times she was flung away, she would not allow anyone to fight alone in the next round.
Lord Ingot was constantly weaving in and out of the gaps between the two men. The rat was very sharp, and it could accurately see the gaps between the moves. It would often strike out with its claws to attack the enemy's vital points. Yun Hun was obviously interested in Lord Ingot, and no matter how much the rat provoked her, she could not bear to kill him. Thus, the rat became more and more fearless, rushing forward and biting happily.
The battle between the four men and the rat lasted for more than two hours. After that, Lord Ingot raised the white flag and retreated. The three men, who were covered in wounds, looked at each other and saw that their faces were pale and their breathing could not continue. If they continued fighting, even if they did not kill each other, they would die of exhaustion. Thus, Fuyao rolled her eyes and raised her hand.
Yun Hun was stunned, and he retracted the move he was about to use. "What are you doing?"
"Ingot wants to change his diaper," Fuyao answered righteously. "If he doesn't change it, he will get hemorrhoids."
Lord Ingot, who was specially brought out for sale, rolled his eyes. 'Damn it, can't you find a more elegant reason to delay the time? For example, Lord Ingot wants to practice dancing or sing. Can't you do that? '
Yun Hun was stunned. He did not expect Ruffian Meng to say such a thing. After a while, he said, "Let's change."
Fuyao pretended to pull the two men and turned around the rock with the rat in her hands. As soon as she turned around, the three of them collapsed. She felt as if all the bones in her body were about to shatter. Gritting her teeth, she said, "Zhan Beiye, the sky is dark … we can't hold on until dark …"
Yun Hen panted slightly. After a while, he asked, "Why do we have to wait until it's dark?"
"It's just a guess … or rather, a hope … Today is the night of the full moon …" Zhan Beiye muttered to himself and laughed bitterly. "Let's hold on. Let's see if we have the luck."
The three of them made use of the time to recuperate. Fuyao distributed the medicine that Zong Yue had given her as if it was free. "Eat! Eat! It's useless even if you want to eat it when you're dead. "
Yun Hun, who had been sitting behind the rock in a daze, probably finished changing his diaper. "Hey, let's continue."
The battle lasted for another two hours. The three of them took turns being thrown, kicked, and rolled on the ground. The platform was covered in blood. The spoils of war for this round were a section of Yun Hun's sleeve, half a fingernail, and three strands of white hair.
Thus, Fuyao raised her hand. "Ingot wants to feed …"
In the next round, the three of them had a total of 18 wounds. They earned a sword wound on Yun Hun's forearm, given by Zhan Beiye.
Fuyao raised her hand.
"Ingot wants to pee, pee …"
In the next round, Yun Hen swung his sword and fell from the sky. Fuyao desperately caught him, and the two of them crashed into each other. Fuyao panted and raised her hand.
"Ingot … wants to …"
In the next round, Meng Fuyao muttered, "It's getting dark … it's getting dark …" She tried to crawl over to beat someone up, but Zhan Beiye pulled her back. He stood up with his sword and wobbled towards the Cloud Soul. "Senior … please …"
The sky was nearing dusk, and the clouds in the sky burned like fire, causing the sky to be filled with red, orange, yellow, and green. The crimson sun slowly set behind the green mountains, and with every degree of descent, there seemed to be a little more hope of survival. With every degree of descent, Zhan Beiye's eyes flickered, and Yun Hun's expression became more agitated.
Yun Hun's expression was also terrible. After fighting for almost a day, she, who had been invincible for 30 years, was actually unable to kill three juniors even after using all her strength. A faint white mist appeared between her brows, and her eyes turned slightly green. Blood seeped out of the corner of her lips, which she wiped away impatiently.
She looked at the sky anxiously, and her lazy expression changed. She suddenly snorted, and with a leap, her pale palm curled into a fist. With a flash of light, a jade scepter appeared in her palm.
The scepter shone brightly like a white rainbow, and with the sound of wind and thunder, it crashed heavily into Zhan Beiye's chest.
Zhan Beiye threw a punch with all his might, and with a loud bang, the two collided. Yun Hun took a step back and spat out a mouthful of blood, while Zhan Beiye was sent flying like a kite with a broken string.
He landed heavily beside Fuyao in a pile of rubble and mud. Yun Hen had already fainted, and Fuyao was gasping for breath, struggling to move to his side. "My eyes are blurry, and I can't see the sky … Is it dark?"
Zhan Beiye's heart ached, and he gently placed his hand over her eyes. "It's getting dark …"
"Not yet …" Fuyao was a little disappointed, but then she smiled again. She stretched her arms and legs out on the ground, and murmured, "Zhan Beiye, we didn't manage to persevere to the end …"
Zhan Beiye slowly wiped away the blood at the corner of her lips, and looked at Yun Hun, whose breath was rising and falling in anger, and suddenly smiled.
His smile was calm, gentle, and content, completely different from his usual violent, bold, and bright laughter.
"Fuyao, I think this is the happiest moment of my life. Fighting together, killing together, risking our lives together, and then … dying together."
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Pandu was filled with smoke and murderous intent. A thousand miles away, the Central Plains was filled with flowers and green flowers, singing and dancing to celebrate peace.
Back to a few days ago, when Fuyao had just set foot on Tian Sha's land and was bathing in the sun in front of the West Cliff, the sunlight shone into the Limitless Palace's imperial study.
The study was bright, and the floor was covered with gold-inlaid twelve buckled bricks that shone like jade, reflecting the tall figure of a person bent over a desk.
The door opened gently, and a eunuch carefully came in with the memorials drawn up by the Secretariat and placed them behind the bright yellow desk.
When Zhangsun Wuji saw the considerable number of memorials, he leaned back slightly and frowned imperceptibly. In the past, he had never felt unaccustomed to handling state affairs, but now he felt that managing a country was a little troublesome and troublesome.
The eunuch looked at his expression and carefully retreated, rolling up the curtains. The sunlight was cut into thin slits by the bamboo scissors, and neat lines of poetry were written on the ground bit by bit. Zhangsun Wuji looked at the layers of light and suddenly asked, "What has the princess been doing recently?"
"Talking in various temples and visiting eminent monks." The eunuch naturally knew who he was referring to. "We've invited you to see her once, but we did as you instructed and said that she wasn't around."
Zhangsun Wuji hummed and said, "The princess has been out for a long time. Empress Xuanji must be worried? I heard that the princess once encountered bandits in the Wuji Realm? Order the Ministry of Rites to write a letter apologizing to Xuanji, saying that they failed to receive the princess, failed to protect her, and almost caused her to fall into the hands of bandits … They know how to write it. "
The eunuch immediately bowed. "Yes."
The corners of his mouth curled up slightly. He knew that the Crown Prince was finally impatient and wanted to drive him away. The Empress of Xuanji was famous for being jealous. She was very concerned about Princess Fu Lian, who was famous throughout the seven countries and could consolidate her position. Now that she heard that she was in danger, why didn't she send someone to fetch her? In the future, it would be difficult for the princess to travel the continent in the name of worshiping Buddha.
He turned to pass the order, but suddenly remembered something. He turned back and said, "Reporting to the Crown Prince, a few days ago, Her Majesty heard that the princess was coming and said that the Ministry of Rites would arrange a meeting."
Zhangsun Wuji's hand that was reading the memorials stopped. His face hidden behind the fine light and shadow did not change, but his eyebrows slightly raised. After a while, he said lightly, "And?"
"The Ministry of Rites replied to report to the Crown Prince." The eunuch pointed to the memorials. "The summary is in there."
"Oh." Zhangsun Wuji casually flipped through the pages and took out a scroll. He glanced at it and put it in a golden box beside him. He said, "Leave it here."
"Yes."
The eunuch retreated. Zhangsun Wuji seemed to suddenly lose interest in continuing to bend over the table. He gently pushed the scroll on the table and got up to sit down. The late spring wind came in through the open window and blew the white magnolia orchids on the red sandalwood rack. The room was filled with an elegant and fragrant fragrance.
Zhangsun Wuji stood in the wind and looked at the palace maids in crimson clothes carrying rattan baskets in the distance to pick flowers in the Imperial Garden. The slender figure of the young woman gradually turned into another similar image. Zhangsun Wuji smiled slightly. He picked up a plump snow-white petal and wrote on it with his fingernail …
Suddenly, a familiar secret signal came from behind. Zhangsun Wuji's hand stopped but he did not turn around. He only uttered, "Hmm?"
"Tian Sha is in chaos. Lie Wang is ambushed in the Chang Han Mountains and is missing …"
Zhangsun Wuji suddenly turned around and said, "What about her?"
The grey-robed figure raised his head and saw the Crown Prince's gaze. He was shocked and actually took a step back before saying in a low voice, "According to the investigation, Zhan Nancheng set up tens of thousands of soldiers at the entrance of the Chang Han Valley. At that time, one person rushed down the cliff to rescue them. After that, he disappeared with Lie Wang. In addition …" He did not dare to continue.
Zhangsun Wuji closed his eyes and opened them a moment later. He said calmly, "Speak."
"They were forced to sneak into the Chang Han Forest. That forest is known as the Forest of Death. It is said that no one has ever passed through it alive. This subordinate took the risk to enter and found some corpses that only had skeletons left. From the flesh and blood left behind, it seemed that they had died within a few days. This subordinate wanted to investigate again, but after only one day, we lost three people.
Helpless, we had to turn back … "The Shangyang Hidden Guard, who was also a top elite, had lost three people in one day in a forest. This was also a record that Shangyang Palace had never had before.
No one spoke, no one moved. The air in the room became heavier and colder. It was more and more suffocating. It was as if someone was using a huge block of ice to compress the breathing space of a person. It was so oppressive that one's chest felt like it was about to burst and there was nowhere to escape. The grey-robed man bent over and his forehead was gradually covered with beads of sweat.
Zhangsun Wuji remained silent the entire time, not reacting at all. The white magnolia flower, which was filled with characters between his fingers, suddenly, slowly and soundlessly withered. The green, plump stem in his hand gradually bent into an unbearable angle.
"Pa!"
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