Yinhou of the Three Kingdoms

"Oh!"

A punch hit the pillar, Tao Dabao's face was very ugly, and he still let the thief run away.

Why didn't I think that the enemy would drill the tunnel.

……

East Gate, outside the city.

A bright moon looms and casts a little bit of silver light, and the three stars of the Leo constellation at the south gate are about to form a line.

"Zizi... I didn't expect it, it's almost the end of the year again..."

Ning Rong looked at the stars above his head with emotion, Fang Ying and others followed suit, but they couldn't understand the relationship between the stars and the Chinese New Year.

"You don't understand, it's the so-called three stars in the south. During the Chinese New Year, we are talking about these three stars..."

While talking, Ning Rong pointed to the stars in the sky for everyone to see.

"My lord knows astronomy at the top and geography at the bottom, and my subordinates are so impressed!" Fang Ying praised without hesitation.

"Patriarch Sun, do you think so too?"

He turned a deaf ear to Fang Ying's flattery, but turned around and asked the heavy-faced Patriarch Sun.

"Ah... yes, Master Hou is pedantic about heaven and man, unprecedented..."

Patriarch Sun looked stunned for a moment, recovered, and said without hesitation.

"Ha ha……"

Hearing this inappropriate words, Ning Rong smiled casually.

"Hey..." Fang Ying looked into Ning Rong's eyes, saw him smile, and smiled along with him.

but……

The next moment, Ning Rong's eyes flooded with autumn water, and soon, the autumn water froze, giving off a tinge of coldness.

"Master Fang, do you think the Marquis will have a good New Year's Eve!"

Fang Ying's heart trembled with the cold voice and his expression that changed as soon as he said it, and his face was uneasy.

"This thief is not dead, how can I be happy!" Ning Rong said to the big tree on the mound with a finger on his sleeve.

"Don't worry, my lord, this subordinate understands!"

Fang Ying's face turned cold in an instant, and the howling of the cold wind was occasionally mixed with the sound of howling wolves. In the shadows, hundreds of people bowed their bows and drew their knives out of their sheaths. They were all on guard, and a strange and tense atmosphere filled the whole world.

"Are you sure, this is the exit?" Fang Ying stepped forward to grab Patriarch Sun without saying a word, and asked viciously.

"Hmph..." Old man Sun snorted coldly, feeling disgusted by the flattering Fang Ying.

"Jie Jie... old man Sun, my name is Fang Ying, you should have heard of the name of Liaoxi hero! I heard that you just had a grandson last month. If you don't want him to have trouble, you'd better be honest with me... Otherwise, I promise, let him live a long life!"

Threats, naked threats, old man Sun was panting heavily.

Turning his head to look at Ning Rong, he saw that the other party was looking at the big tree with great interest, turning a deaf ear to Fang Ying's threats.

"Jie Jie..."

Fang Ying smiled cruelly, at least in Old Man Sun's eyes.

"Remember, I am under one person and above ten thousand people, except for the lord, whoever dares to disrespect me, I will let him taste the taste of this knife!"

Although Fang Ying was very flattering to Ning Rong, it was only to Ning Rong. As for the others, he never thought it was necessary for him.

"Yes, the exit is here..." Old Man Sun repeated with a dejected expression.

"Humph! You are acquainted with each other!"

Throwing away the old man Sun in his hands, Fang Ying told those Jin Yiwei who were in ambush again, he had to be 100% sure.

"How?" Ning Rong asked.

"Don't worry, my lord, there is a net waiting for you, this thief can't fly today!" Fang Ying held the sword tightly, and his words were full of determination.

"Well... remember... as a last resort, you can die..." Ning Rong was about to give a few words, but Fang Ying suddenly became nervous, his sharp eyes were like a leopard, staring at the bird big tree.

Chapter 7 Thirteen Ends

Ning Rong was attracted by his gaze, and turned to look, only to see a small bag slowly bulging behind the big tree, and then a black hand stuck out of the ground through the dirt and leaves, and kept grabbing in the air. Like a ghost from hell.

This sudden change caused the Jin Yiwei around him to stop breathing for an instant, and Fang Ying had already slowly drawn out his treasured sword.

He stared at the hand closely, but saw that hand retracted again, and soon, with a bang, countless dust was lifted from the branches, and a black head came out.

"Hoo hoo... this damn Ning Rong, you wait..."

His mouth was wrapped in a wet cloth, which was already covered with mud. Tianhe breathed in the fresh air quickly. He lit the room, but he didn't expect that the smoke would pour in, which made him feel uncomfortable. The hatred is placed on Ning Rong.

however……

Before he could recover, the rope was suddenly wrapped around his neck.

"pull!"

Fang Ying gave an order, and Jin Yiwei pulled back instantly.

"Uh……"

Tianhe immediately felt a sense of confinement, making him unable to breathe, his eyes turned white, and the feeling of suffocation made him think he was going to die.

Keng!

A crimson short sword swallowed a scarlet cold light.

Tianhe's reaction was quick, and he was about to cut the rope with a swing of his sword.

Clang!

At the same time, a precious knife slashed fiercely.

when……

Caught off guard, the dagger flew out of his hand, Tianhe reacted at this moment, and looked over hastily, only to see a large net suddenly descending from the sky.

"Hmph! Under Jin Yiwei's net, you still want to escape? Bind it up!"