Fenglin Tianxia – Queen with a Thousand Pets

Assassin! A sharp cry sounded around the second prince, and then some of the people who were following behind met the assassin, and some surrounded the second prince.

Ling Qingyu frowned slightly and said to Alan, Let's go.

Many assassins jumped out from among the people who were originally cleared out, and they fought with the second prince's people.

Ying Jiu protected the two of them and walked around from the side, but unexpectedly, some of the pilgrims who were squatting on the side couldn't help shouting in fear, stood up and ran, and suddenly brought a crowd of people like headless flies. Running around, the three of them were immediately dispersed.

Ling Qingyu was bumped by a stout woman, and was about to hit a child. He quickly turned around, but was bumped by a man again and was knocked directly to the middle. He saw a sword light coming towards him, Before he could scream in surprise, his body was pulled into a warm embrace, and then a sharper sword light greeted the person.

The second prince stood on the steps in front of the temple and looked coldly at the fighting in the square in front. The hand on the waist of the beauty next to him pinched her until it hurt, but he did not dare to make a sound. When his eyes turned to the group of people who were fleeing in all directions. When the pilgrims arrived, Chai Jinzhong's eyes narrowed slightly, and then he whispered: Catch that person here.

Standing next to him, Shi Ke followed his gaze and saw a man in black clothes protecting a woman at the edge of the melee. The sword was cold and he was killing an assassin under the sword. He let out a sigh. Just when he was about to ask whether he was from the Duke of Wei's Mansion or the Zhenyuan Houfu, he saw the man flash his sword and cut off the arm of a guard from the Duke of Wei's body who rushed over and aimed at the woman in his arms.

Shi Ke's eyes suddenly tightened, he looked sideways at the smile that slowly appeared on Chai Jinzhong's lips, signaled to the two people next to him, and left the steps.

Wang Zuo grabbed Alan, who had emerged from the crowd, and handed him over to the guards behind him. He and the Kang family squeezed through the crowd to meet Ying Jiu.

Out of the corner of his eye, Wang Zuo was leading people to separate from the crowd and approach. The Yingjiu long sword blocked the knife that was slashing at him. The hilt of the sword twisted, twisting the knife away from its owner's hand, and then stabbed it into the chest of the person who came. , took a few steps back at the same time, then put his hands on Ling Qingyu's waist, pulled her behind him, pushed her in the direction of Wang Zuo, and then took a step forward to face several people who were rushing towards him.

Wang Zuo pushed away a person who stumbled over, and reached out to Ling Qingyu, who was rushing over with Ying Jiu's push. Just when the two hands were about to connect, he stretched out an arm from the middle and twisted it instantly. He grabbed Ling Qingyu's arm and twisted it.

Ling Qingyu let out a cry of pain, and then his body was twisted in front of him, with the cold sword blade placed on his neck.

The boss!

Hearing Wang Zuo's roar, Ying Jiu turned around and saw a man in white robes standing a few steps behind him. He twisted Ling Qingyu's arm with one hand to restrain her movements, and held a shining sword blade against her with the other hand. on the neck.

The two people who jumped down from the steps cooperated with each other to kill the remaining assassins in just a few ups and downs. The pilgrims around the white-robed man also ran away in panic, leaving an open space. .

Seeing the other guards slowly crowding up, Wang Zuo waved his hand gently from behind, asking the personal guards who were still in the crowd to protect Alan and retreat with the crowd, hiding behind the crowd.

Who are you? Why did you assassinate me? Chai Jinzhong asked as he slowly walked down the steps.

Your Highness! We have nothing to do with the assassination, we are just here to offer incense. Ling Qingyu shouted, while blinking desperately at Wang Zuo.

Your Highness? Wang Zuo was stunned for a moment, then thought of the second prince who was following the new army to supervise the army, and he cursed in his heart. If it were someone else, he would have to give some face as long as he told the name of Heishui Pass, but the second prince, if he said it was Yang Zhao's subordinates are probably closely related to the assassination.

Yingjiu's eyes were fixed on the man in white robes, and the hand holding the sword hilt was sweating slightly. When he pushed Ling Qingyu out, Wang Zuo was only three steps behind him, and this man could actually do it in such a way. He snatched Ling Qingyu away without being noticed, and now facing this person, he couldn't feel his aura fluctuations. This person's martial arts was more than one level higher than him!

Incense? Chai Jinzhong sneered and said, Then why did you kill my guard?

We are acting in self-defense! And look, Ling Qingyu glanced at the body of the assassin killed by Ying Jiu and said, We also helped you kill the assassin!

Really? I didn't see it. I only saw that he killed me, huh? Chai Jinzhong looked at the body that fell at Ying Jiu's feet and said, Three people? In this way, how can you still say that you and the assassin are not the same person? Guys?

This is just looking for trouble! Obviously Yingjiu killed more assassins than your guards! Ling Qingyu's face turned pale. Seeing Wang Zuo's face darken, he quickly said: It was too chaotic just now. I'm really sorry for hurting you by mistake. How about we pay the pension? Your Highness, please give me a price! As he said this, he motioned for Wang Zuo to step back quickly.

Oh? Chai Jinzhong stopped, looked at Ying Jiu from a distance, and said, Can I exchange my life for some money?

I killed the man, what do you think? Ying Jiu turned to look at Chai Jinzhong. The man in white robe was superior in martial arts to him. No matter what techniques he used, he could not match his speed.

There was silence on the field, and even Ling Qingyu stared at Ying Jiu in shock.

Chai Jinzhong was startled at first, and then slowly laughed. In all his life, except for his father, the emperor, the queen, and his mother, no one had ever spoken to him in this tone, and his eyes were cold, without awe or fear. There was no murderous intent in his eyes, as if he was just, huh? Yes, just like he is just an ant on the road!

Realizing this, Chai Jinzhong put away his smile and turned to a sinister sneer, saying: How brave you are to speak to me like this, Shi Ke!

Shi Ke's hand moved slightly, and the sword blade drew a bloody mark on Ling Qingyu's neck.

Stop! Ying Jiu shouted angrily, put the sword on his neck, turned to Chai Jinzhong and said: I killed your person, and I will pay for your life. Let her go!

Nine! Ling Qingyu screamed unconsciously.

Haha, is it that easy? Chai Jinzhong raised his finger, shook it, and said, We can't die so easily! In this case, you can kill her first with three swords and six holes, and I will spare her life.

Keep your word? Ying Jiu slowly lowered his hand, stared at Chai Jinzhong and asked in a deep voice.

Whether it counts or not, what can you do? Or how about I kill her and let you go? Chai Jinzhong asked with a sarcastic smile on his face and continued to shake his fingers.

Nine! Ling Qingyu felt a stinging pain on his neck as soon as he shouted, and the next words were forced back by the compressed sword blade.

With comfort and a smile in her eyes, Ying Jiu looked back at Ling Qingyu, then turned back to Chai Jinzhong, opened her shirt with one hand, turned the hilt of the sword in her hand, and pointed the sword tip at her lower abdomen.

Chai Jinzhong's fingers froze at his mouth unconsciously. Seeing the man's hand exerting great force, the long sword pierced through his abdomen. His face turned pale, and then he held the hilt of the sword with both hands and pressed hard again, and then he heard a pop. With a sound, the long sword was thrust out from his back, bringing out a cloud of blood.

Seeing Chai Jinzhong's pale face and sluggish expression, Ying Jiu showed a trace of disdain in his eyes. Enduring the severe pain, he slowly pulled out the sword from his body and said coldly: Two holes.

Blood spurted out from the wound, but Ying Jiu seemed to be unaware. He shook his hand and shook off the blood beads on the long sword, then turned the hilt of the sword over and pointed it at his lower abdomen again, and stabbed it in with force.

Severe pain struck again. Ying Jiu gritted his teeth and swallowed back his groan. Then he exerted force with his hands, only to hear a soft pop sound, and the sword blade stabbed out from the back again.

The smell of blood surged up from the depths of his throat. Ying Jiu pursed his lips tightly, and blood slowly overflowed from the corners of his mouth. He slowly pulled out the sword blade again. Ying Jiu wiped his mouth with his sleeve and wiped the contents of his mouth. He spat blood on his sleeve, then with a hint of smile, he said coldly: Four holes.

There was silence in the crowd, and Shi Ke's hand shook slightly.

Blood gurgled from the two blood holes on his open abdomen, moistening the top still tied into his belt until it sank heavily, and then stained the ground along with his thin trousers and boots, but his back was still straight. Zhi, with a relaxed smile on his face, swung the sword again, shook off the blood beads, then turned the hilt upside down, this time aiming at the lower right abdomen. Assassin! A sharp cry sounded around the second prince, and then some of the people who were following behind met the assassin, and some surrounded the second prince.

Ling Qingyu frowned slightly and said to Alan, Let's go.

Many assassins jumped out from among the people who were originally cleared out, and they fought with the second prince's people.

Ying Jiu protected the two of them and walked around from the side, but unexpectedly, some of the pilgrims who were squatting on the side couldn't help shouting in fear, stood up and ran, and suddenly brought a crowd of people like headless flies. Running around, the three of them were immediately dispersed.

Ling Qingyu was bumped by a stout woman, and was about to hit a child. He quickly turned around, but was bumped by a man again and was knocked directly to the middle. He saw a sword light coming towards him, Before he could scream in surprise, his body was pulled into a warm embrace, and then a sharper sword light greeted the person.

The second prince stood on the steps in front of the temple and looked coldly at the fighting in the square in front. The hand on the waist of the beauty next to him pinched her until it hurt, but he did not dare to make a sound. When his eyes turned to the group of people who were fleeing in all directions. When the pilgrims arrived, Chai Jinzhong's eyes narrowed slightly, and then he whispered: Catch that person here.

Standing next to him, Shi Ke followed his gaze and saw a man in black clothes protecting a woman at the edge of the melee. The sword was cold and he was killing an assassin under the sword. He let out a sigh. Just when he was about to ask whether he was from the Duke of Wei's Mansion or the Zhenyuan Houfu, he saw the man flash his sword and cut off the arm of a guard from the Duke of Wei's body who rushed over and aimed at the woman in his arms.

Shi Ke's eyes suddenly tightened, he looked sideways at the smile that slowly appeared on Chai Jinzhong's lips, signaled to the two people next to him, and left the steps.

Wang Zuo grabbed Alan, who had emerged from the crowd, and handed him over to the guards behind him. He and the Kang family squeezed through the crowd to meet Ying Jiu.

Out of the corner of his eye, Wang Zuo was leading people to separate from the crowd and approach. The Yingjiu long sword blocked the knife that was slashing at him. The hilt of the sword twisted, twisting the knife away from its owner's hand, and then stabbed it into the chest of the person who came. , took a few steps back at the same time, then put his hands on Ling Qingyu's waist, pulled her behind him, pushed her in the direction of Wang Zuo, and then took a step forward to face several people who were rushing towards him.

Wang Zuo pushed away a person who stumbled over, and reached out to Ling Qingyu, who was rushing over with Ying Jiu's push. Just when the two hands were about to connect, he stretched out an arm from the middle and twisted it instantly. He grabbed Ling Qingyu's arm and twisted it.

Ling Qingyu let out a cry of pain, and then his body was twisted in front of him, with the cold sword blade placed on his neck.

The boss!

Hearing Wang Zuo's roar, Ying Jiu turned around and saw a man in white robes standing a few steps behind him. He twisted Ling Qingyu's arm with one hand to restrain her movements, and held a shining sword blade against her with the other hand. on the neck.

The two people who jumped down from the steps cooperated with each other to kill the remaining assassins in just a few ups and downs. The pilgrims around the white-robed man also ran away in panic, leaving an open space. .

Seeing the other guards slowly crowding up, Wang Zuo waved his hand gently from behind, asking the personal guards who were still in the crowd to protect Alan and retreat with the crowd, hiding behind the crowd.

Who are you? Why did you assassinate me? Chai Jinzhong asked as he slowly walked down the steps.

Your Highness! We have nothing to do with the assassination, we are just here to offer incense. Ling Qingyu shouted, while blinking desperately at Wang Zuo.

Your Highness? Wang Zuo was stunned for a moment, then thought of the second prince who was following the new army to supervise the army, and he cursed in his heart. If it were someone else, he would have to give some face as long as he reported the name of Heishui Pass, but the second prince, if he said it was Yang Zhao's subordinates are probably closely related to the assassination.

Yingjiu's eyes were fixed on the man in white robes, and the hand holding the sword hilt was sweating slightly. When he pushed Ling Qingyu out, Wang Zuo was only three steps behind him, and this man could actually do it in such a way. He snatched Ling Qingyu away without being noticed, and now facing this person, he couldn't feel his aura fluctuations. This person's martial arts was more than one level higher than him!

Incense? Chai Jinzhong sneered and said, Then why did you kill my guard?

We are acting in self-defense! And look, Ling Qingyu glanced at the body of the assassin killed by Ying Jiu and said, We also helped you kill the assassin!

Really? I didn't see it. I only saw that he killed me, huh? Chai Jinzhong looked at the body that fell at Ying Jiu's feet and said, Three people? In this way, how can you still say that you and the assassin are not the same person? Guys?

This is just looking for trouble! Obviously Yingjiu killed more assassins than your guards! Ling Qingyu's face turned pale. Seeing Wang Zuo's face darken, he quickly said: It was too chaotic just now. I'm really sorry for hurting you by mistake. How about we pay the pension? Your Highness, please give me a price! As he said this, he motioned for Wang Zuo to step back quickly.

Oh? Chai Jinzhong stopped, looked at Ying Jiu from a distance, and said, Can I exchange my life for some money?

I killed the man, what do you think? Ying Jiu turned to look at Chai Jinzhong. The man in white robe was superior in martial arts to him. No matter what techniques he used, he could not match his speed.

There was silence on the field, and even Ling Qingyu stared at Ying Jiu in shock.

Chai Jinzhong was startled at first, and then slowly laughed. In all his life, except for his father, the emperor, the queen, and his mother, no one had ever spoken to him in this tone, and his eyes were cold, without awe or fear. There was no murderous intent in his eyes, as if he was just, huh? Yes, just like he is just an ant on the road!

Realizing this, Chai Jinzhong put away his smile and turned to a sinister sneer, saying: How brave you are to speak to me like this, Shi Ke!

Shi Ke's hand moved slightly, and the sword blade drew a bloody mark on Ling Qingyu's neck.

Stop! Ying Jiu shouted angrily, put the sword on his neck, turned to Chai Jinzhong and said: I killed your person, and I will pay for your life. Let her go!

Nine! Ling Qingyu screamed unconsciously.

Haha, is it that easy? Chai Jinzhong raised his finger, shook it, and said, We can't die so easily! In this case, you can kill her first with three swords and six holes, and I will spare her life.

Keep your word? Ying Jiu slowly lowered his hand, stared at Chai Jinzhong and asked in a deep voice.

Whether it counts or not, what can you do? Or how about I kill her and let you go? Chai Jinzhong asked with a sarcastic smile on his face and continued to shake his fingers.

Nine! Ling Qingyu felt a stinging pain on his neck as soon as he shouted, and the next words were forced back by the compressed sword blade.

With comfort and a smile in her eyes, Ying Jiu looked back at Ling Qingyu, then turned back to Chai Jinzhong, opened her shirt with one hand, turned the hilt of the sword in her hand, and pointed the sword tip at her lower abdomen.

Chai Jinzhong's fingers froze at his mouth unconsciously. Seeing the man's hand exerting great force, the long sword pierced through his abdomen. His face turned pale, and then he held the hilt of the sword with both hands and pressed hard again, and then he heard a pop. With a sound, the long sword was thrust out from his back, bringing out a cloud of blood.

Seeing Chai Jinzhong's pale face and sluggish expression, Ying Jiu showed a trace of disdain in his eyes. Enduring the severe pain, he slowly pulled out the sword from his body and said coldly: Two holes.

Blood spurted out from the wound, but Ying Jiu seemed to be unaware. He shook his hand and shook off the blood beads on the long sword, then turned the hilt of the sword over and pointed it at his lower abdomen again, and stabbed it in with force.

Severe pain struck again. Ying Jiu gritted his teeth and swallowed back his groan. Then he exerted force with his hands, only to hear a soft pop sound, and the sword blade stabbed out from the back again.

The smell of blood surged up from the depths of his throat. Ying Jiu pursed his lips tightly, and blood slowly overflowed from the corners of his mouth. He slowly pulled out the sword blade again. Ying Jiu wiped his mouth with his sleeve and wiped the contents of his mouth. He spat blood on his sleeve, then with a hint of smile, he said coldly: Four holes.

There was silence in the crowd, and Shi Ke's hand shook slightly.

Blood gurgled from the two blood holes on his open abdomen, moistening the top still tied into his belt until it sank heavily, and then stained the ground along with his thin trousers and boots, but his back was still straight. Zhi, with a relaxed smile on his face, swung the sword again, shook off the blood beads, then turned the hilt upside down, this time aiming at the lower right abdomen.