Kick the wrong car door and ride the wrong horse

Yan Qiaotian finally waited until Mo Liying came to worship in the back hall. He hid in the crowd and couldn't see his appearance at all. I have to say that Xiaojuan's craftsmanship is still good, at least he stayed in the temple. Damn, no one doubted his identity.

Yan Qiaotian watched Mo Liying walk into the back hall slowly, followed by two familiar faces. He was almost killed by the muskets of these two people. Yan Qiaotian saw The waists of the two were bulging, and they looked like muskets.

At this moment, Yan Qiao knew that there was only one chance left for him, if he failed this time, it would be difficult for him to make another move.

Yan Qiaotian looked at the approaching figure, he had already clenched his palms tightly, staring at the other person, trying to find the best ambush location.

Mo Liying took the burning incense handed to him by his subordinates, lowered his head and lifted the rising incense over his head, his eyes closed tightly, and he muttered something in his mouth. Yan Qiaotian saw the opportunity and wanted to wait until he finished offering the incense. He made a move, but before Yan Qiaotian could make a move, he noticed a figure flashing by outside the door, seeming to be rushing towards the Mur Eagle inside the door.

In fact, that figure was Meng Shiqing, and she probably felt that the time was right, so she came to the back hall under the cover of her subordinates.

She also came with the idea of ​​death this time, so she made a vicious move, vowing to kill the other party.

Mo Liying does not have martial arts, so if he fights alone with Meng Shiqing, he will definitely die, but he has long been aware of Meng Shiqing's sneak attack, and there are many masters ambushing around him, so he naturally holds contempt for the sneak attack expression.

When a musket was pointed at Meng Shiqing, she could only hold the long sword and stand still.

Mo Liying looked at the veiled Meng Shiqing with a sneer, "Why are you here now? You know, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Meng Shiqing didn't speak, the mission failed, she knew what it meant, and for Liyou Chizi, this might be the last chance, and she wasted this opportunity in vain, so the hard work of so many years would probably be wasted up.

Mo Liying walked up to Meng Shiqing, raised his hand and pulled the veil off her face. Yan Qiaotian was startled when he saw the familiar face, and then he was ready to strike again.

"Look, what a beautiful face, it's a pity, what Zhongyuan said is true at all, the most poisonous femme fatale is the heart." Mo Liying beckoned the man with the gun to come to Meng Shiqing. The black muzzle of the gun was immediately pressed against her forehead.

"No matter how poisonous my heart is, I'm afraid it's not as poisonous as yours. Even my own elder brother will not let it go." Meng Shiqing's cold face showed no emotion.

"In front of the throne, what are relatives?" After Mo Liying walked around Meng Shiqing, he said with a slightly ironic tone, "Besides, aren't you sneaking into my side for the sake of the throne? I just want Liyou Chizi to win, I didn't kill you, isn't it my kindness?"

"Benevolence? Hmph, you talked about kindness with me. Isn't the reason why you didn't kill me because I was still useful and could help you get the throne?" Meng Shiqing replied angrily.

Mo Liying turned around and immediately grabbed the opponent's chin, and forced her to raise her head and look directly into her eyes, angrily said: "Hmph, what's wrong with following me? Anything you want, but you just want to fight against me, just because you are from the Central Plains and I am from Dongying?"

"Hey, don't make yourself feel wronged by what you said. Of the several big battles along the coast, which one was not suggested to the emperor by you? As a native of the Central Plains, I can't wait to eat your flesh and sleep on your skin. "Meng Shiqing spit on Mo Liying's face.

Mo Liying raised his hand and slapped the other party, a slap print appeared on Meng Shiqing's face immediately, and traces of blood ooze from the corner of his mouth.

"Just because I give you a chance doesn't mean that I won't kill you. Although I like you very much, you hinder my plan and oppose me. I will never let you go." Mo Liying grabbed her arm and threw it at you. The person holding a musket at the side said angrily, "Go, tie her up and bring her into the palace together later."

"Yes."

Yan Qiaotian calculated that he couldn't wait any longer. Although he didn't like Meng Shiqing himself, but he was also from the Central Plains, and now was the time to unanimously communicate with others. Can continue to solve.

Thinking of this, Yan Qiaotian immediately made a move. Before everyone understood, Yan Qiaotian had already pulled Meng Shiqing from the opponent's hand, and knocked the defenseless two people to the ground, but even so , the other party still clicked the musket, and there was a terrifying ping-pong sound after another, which made the monks around couldn't help but flee in all directions.

Mo Liying's scream pierced the sky, "Quick, fuck them all, I must kill them, I will kill them all."

Under the cover of Xiaojuan, Yan Qiaotian quickly left Chenmu Temple with her injured Meng Shiqing.

In a hidden place on the hillside outside the city, Yan Qiaotian put Meng Shiqing down, only to see that her back had been hit by a musket and was bleeding profusely.

Meng Shiqing panted heavily, her eyes were blurred, she looked up at Yan Qiaotian, and said, "Thank you little brother, I never thought you would be so good at martial arts at such a young age."

It was only then that Yan Qiaotian realized that she had changed her appearance, no wonder Meng Shiqing couldn't see her original appearance.

When Xiaojuan sneaked into the secret place sneakily, he stepped forward and patted the opponent's head, saying: "It seems that you are going to take action again."

Xiaojuan looked at Yan Qiaotian and then at Meng Shiqing, her suddenly enlightened expression looked very cute.

After a while, the three of them sat facing each other. Meng Shiqing looked at the two people she was familiar with, and couldn't help laughing, "You are Xiaojuan, it's God's will."

Yan Qiaotian said sarcastically: "You all want to find Xiaojuan in your dreams, but you never thought that Zhang Fujia is actually Xiaojuan."

"I have a question, can I ask?" Meng Shiqing's breath gradually weakened, her face became pale, and her lips were as white as paper due to excessive blood loss.

"Do you want to ask, why have you been with Zhang Ji for so long, but haven't recognized him?" Looking at Meng Shiqing's injured appearance, she felt a sense of compassion in her heart.

"Yes."

"Because he is not Zhang Ji at all." Xiaojuan said firmly.

"Sure enough, it's exactly what I thought." Meng Shiqing leaned against the stone wall behind her, endured the pain in her back, turned her head to look at Yan Qiaotian and said, "I suspect that he is actually Wu Fuqian, but they didn't know what to do with it back then. In this way, identities were exchanged."

Yan Qiaotian's eyes widened, he hesitated and asked, "How can you be sure that he is Wu Fuqian?"