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Chapter Eighty-Eight

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    Ling Feng, who was full of murderous intent, has not subsided yet, but two or three wisps of dead blue silk are floating in the air.

    Wen Qian looked sideways slightly, frowned and stretched out her hands to touch her ears. Her hair, which was harmed by innocence, was incomplete, and her combed bun fell down on her shoulders.

    She raised her eyes and looked forward, with undisguised annoyance in her eyes.

    Lou Yan looked at the arrow feather buried deep in the wall, then stared at the door, "Cao Kaiyang's man? Chasing so fast."

    "It's not suitable to stay here for long, let's go out first!" He pulled Wen Qian and was about to open the door, when a white blade suddenly pierced in from the middle, and then slashed downwards, cutting the wooden door in two.

    I didn't see what kind of assassin was coming, but the long knife was the first to strike, and it was the two of them who chopped it.

    Lou Yan and Wen Qian hurried out of the way, each dodging to the side, and the precarious table fell apart under the sharp edge.

    Seeing that the opponent could not make a move, he immediately swung the blade and slashed diagonally. Wen Qian raised his neck, stepped back with small steps, and cunningly drew his weapon to the narrow place.

    Although the wooden house is simple and simple, there are a lot of sundries. The home of a girl who is powerless is always easy to let people take it lightly.

    Wen Qian turned around and walked behind him, and took out two embroidery needles from his bosom. Lou Yan immediately reminded: "Zhata Fengchi and Baihui."

    Almost as soon as his ending sound faded away, the needle was lifted and dropped, and the effect was immediate. Taking advantage of the gap in the assassin's whole body, Lou Yan grabbed Wen Qian and ran out.

    However, as soon as they went out, several gleaming knives were pointed at them like blooming flowers. The tips of the knives shone with cold light, and they formed a circle along the wooden house, surrounding the place.

    The killer sent by Cao Kaiyang seemed to be very confident, so he didn't even cover his face and showed them openly.

    The opposite side pressed on step by step, while Lou Yan cautiously protected Wen Qian and retreated slowly, but the house was not completely safe, the person who had just been needled just now did not know whether he was dead or alive, and might come to stab him at any time.

    It's really a man's knife and I'm a fish.

    Under the night, the mountains in the world are like ink, forming a continuous silk ribbon. Just when a group of assassins rolled up their sleeves and were about to start their work, Wen Qian seemed to have seen something in the darkness, and suddenly stood up from behind Lou Yan.  , a perfect smile floated on his lips.

    Her expression was so horrifying that even the killer, who had been licking blood all the year round, couldn't help being stunned. He was only in a daze for a moment, when he heard a scream, the neck of the companion next to him was suddenly twisted, and half of his body was broken.  The body hangs in the air.

    A huge black shadow appeared on the silent hillside at some point, like a hill standing behind it, those indifferent eyes looked down from above, forming an imperceptible pressure.

    Lang Xu!

    His appearance was like igniting the fuse of a thunderbolt, causing the scene to explode instantly.  Relying on his natural brute strength, Lang Xu raised his hands to hold the two long knives, and directly raised them up with the knives.

    The killers present had never seen such a huge and capable monster. In addition, he shot fiercely, so he was in a hurry to deal with it, and all he had to do was dodge.

    The swordsman on Lang Xu's side encountered countless obstacles, so a few of them withdrew from the battle circle wisely, and only picked Wen Qian and Lou Yan, two soft persimmons.

    After all, Lou Yan didn't know kung fu, and at first she stood in front of her to block, but was quickly dragged behind by Wen Qian who thought it was getting in the way, and the two circled around Lang Xu to hide from the sword, sneaking a few assassins around in circles.  It's a pity that her feet are not very good, and she is tired from activities for so long. When passing by the wooden house, Wen Qian glanced at it, picked up the wreckage of the wooden door that had just suffered an indiscriminate disaster, and smashed it on her head and face.

    "Wen Qian, Ermen acupoint!"

    She had no choice but to dig into her purse, but the sound of chanting was endless, "His hand is coming, look at Taiyuan, Zhangmen no! The action is too fast, stab others Watch out for your feet!"

    Wen Qian took a breath under the cover, only to hear Lou Yan anxiously said, "You are pierced crookedly, you should be a little more to the left, and your hand is not strong enough, just go one inch further."

    She threw the wooden door open, turned her head with bared teeth, and said generously, "Why don't you come?"

    Lou Yan didn't dare to be brave for a while, and patted Wen Qian on the shoulder behind her: "Don't be silly, just look at the way."

    Their litter of three-legged cats has been practicing physical fitness since they were hunted down when they were young. Although they haven't reached the realm of gods and gods and Buddhas, self-protection is barely enough. After all, Lang Xu's size  The advantage is there, it is relatively easy to deal with a killer.

    It's a pity, Wen QianHe looked at him and smiled, "But in the end, after looking at it, I still think the Central Plains is the best."

    After all, it was the place where he was born and raised.

    Although this description seems very beautiful, Emperor Chengming can still hear his wandering life after leaving the palace. Will such a person really be arrogant and have no complaints about the past?

    Will he have other plans when he comes here today?

    "Uncle Emperor." When he was in a trance, Jianyuan said softly, "Do you know what I was thinking when I was at the Namur River?"

    Emperor Chengming followed his words and asked, "What?"

    "At that time, I lived in a villager's house by the river. During the day, there were Tatars threshing the grass valley, and at night, I could hear the wailing and crying.  He went out to farm with a broken leg, and his wife was a childhood sweetheart in the village, the girl next door, who would get up before dawn to fetch water for him, and walked half an hour at noon to deliver his meals.

    "But one day Arutai led a team to rob, and he never came back after he left home.

    "The girl ran out to find him, and has never heard from him since."

    After he finished speaking, there was still a slight smile on his lips, "After seeing the emperor's uncle personally marching, I was thinking, if I was the one sitting in the seat, can I seek justice for these people?"

    Emperor Chengming suddenly stopped talking, and looked at him with a deep frown, as if trying to read something from his eyes.

    "The son of heaven guards the gate of the country." Jianyuan said calmly, "Tai/zu is right, the fourth uncle is indeed strong."

    He was still laughing, but Emperor Chengming felt a little heavy for some reason, and just sat silently on the yellow silk pier, listening to him speak slowly on the opposite side.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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