Fortunately for Feng Yanghou

As the wind passed, a thunderstorm exploded a water curtain outside the painting boat.

Almost in an instant, those assassins who were shooting arrows were all kicked and hung upside down in the center of the shutters of the painting boat, their internal organs were torn apart, and they vomited blood and died.

"Who!" Zhu He looked around, and when he turned around, someone stabbed him in the chest, his red eyes widened and he struggled to breathe, like a fish in a dry spot.

But he held his sword, held his breath, and listened to the wind of the crane and the sound of the knife piercing through the flesh, and suddenly raised his head.

Three feet away from him, the man in black robe and short boots turned his back to him, the Nether Arrow clenched tightly in his hand was pinched in half by Wan Jun's palm.

This scene is like the scene where Qi Xin broke the long sword in his hand at the Chi Wu Pavilion.

"Qi..." He subconsciously opened his mouth, but his throat was strangled by the lifeless eyes of the visitor, making it difficult for him to speak.

This person is completely different from Qi Xin who is a monarch.

He stood up holding the knife, and the man in front of him was wearing a Rakshasa ghost mask, with a silver phoenix wiping his forehead and tied his hair. He turned his head to look at him, and slowly pulled out the long knife from Zhu He's body as if enjoying himself. In a flash, it was as bright as ever.

Killing, madness - he took a step back, subconsciously gripped the handle of the knife again, and carefully examined the man who was approaching him step by step.

The man's entire face was covered with a rakshasa ghost face, the anger in his eyes dissipated, he squinted his eyes, brushed against his shoulder, kicked away the desk used to hide himself, and stretched out his hand to hook Liu Yu's shirt at the back of his neck. Lift it up mercilessly.

"Hey, hey!... What are you doing! Take it easy... Lord Hou, save me!"

Liu Yu's feet were forced to hang in the air, and he yelled at him with his teeth and claws.

Liu Yu eagerly asked him for help, but he just stared at the ghostly face on the side of the man's face, not daring to stop him at all.

Hearing Liu Yu's words, the man turned his eyes and glanced at him. Seeing that he hadn't moved, he immediately put the long knife into the scabbard around his waist, grabbed Liu Yu's belt with his free hand, frowned, and pointed at Liu Yu. He broke open the shutters and threw Liu Yu, who was crying for his father and mother, into the Siyu River.

"Liu Yu!..."

In the blink of an eye, he didn't have time to react, he just watched Mr. Liu Yu thumping vigorously on the river, his hair loosened, like a water ghost seeking his life.

"What did you do, did you throw Liu Yu into the river?" He took a step forward suspiciously, although he was still on guard in his heart, he had an intuition that the person in front of him would not kill again for the time being.

He looked up at the slightly taller man, who turned around and stared into his eyes.

It was raining continuously, and the thunder just now seemed to be just an illusion.

For a long time, he and the man in front of him faced each other in silence, maintaining a strange posture of sizing each other up, with the undrained blood continuing to drip from his little finger.

"Tick...tick..."

The man's eyes shifted to his thin shoulders and arms, and he frowned, taking the lead in breaking this sustainable atmosphere of embarrassment.

Of course, the man didn't open his mouth, but suddenly stepped forward and grabbed his narrow waist forcefully. When his resistance was fruitless, he threw the bloody scimitar in his hand, and then hugged him horizontally. , jumped out of the painting boat, stepped on the top of one person's head, and got ashore with his strength.

"Gulu Gulu" After two sounds of water bubbles bursting, Liu Yu, who was struggling to swim to the opposite bank, sank into the river with his dazed head in his arms. After a long time, he struggled to continue swimming.

"Master Hou!"

Lu Yi, who was originally anxious on the shore, saw the black-robed man standing firmly at the head of the bridge holding his Lord Marquis, and instantly let go of his uneasy heart, and hurried forward to take the Lord Marquis from the man's arms.

Lu Yi stretched out his hand and frowned to signal to the man, but the response was fruitless, so he had to draw his sword and point at the raksha ghost face on the man's face.

At this time, the drizzle was blowing with a cool breeze.

The man held his hands tightly, and his heart skipped a beat.

"Put Ben Hou down quickly!" He felt the hands encircling him rubbing left and right twice, causing his whole body to tremble suddenly.

He stared angrily at the man with a cold face.

The man was taken aback when he heard the words, but he didn't pull away his hand.

The man straightened his neck, as if he hadn't heard his words, instead, he went straight around Lu Yi who was facing him with his sword drawn, tapped his toes, and jumped up to the opposite eaves, two or three flashes disappeared.

"Stop! Don't even try to take Lord Hou away!"

The scholars who climbed ashore one after another along the bamboo poles were startled by Lu Yi who was chasing after him with a sword on the bank, suspecting that they were blindfolded by the river.

There was a moment of silence on the river bank.

Feng Yanghou Mansion.

The man with Rakshasa's ghostly face sneaked into the window lattice without a sound, and carefully placed him in his arms on the bed with a pale complexion.

He saw the man in front of him overlooking him, standing on the side of the bed like a tall bamboo, motionless.

He stared hard, "Who are you! What is the purpose of hijacking this Marquis?"

After saying that, he struggled to get up.

At this time, the man who had never spoken suddenly slapped him down, and he immediately glared.

He got up again, and the man pinned him down mercilessly again.

"You!" There seemed to be an indescribable anger in his chest bubbling on his brows, "You, you think that if you don't speak, Benhou will treat you as dumb? As soon as Benhou gives an order, you will be killed... ..."

He sat up and supported his left arm, panting undecidedly. He hadn't finished his angry words when he saw the man suddenly pull out a stack of white papers from the interlayer of his clothes, and take out an ink-soaked seal from his sleeve. As soon as the brush was moved to the tip of his tongue, a few big characters flying like dragons and phoenixes spread under his eyes.

"It's not a kidnapping, it's a guard."

The man held up the black and white words in front of him, and he was stunned for a moment, and at the same time couldn't help thinking: So, this man is really dumb.

"Guard?" He breathed a sigh of relief in silence, then thought again, "Are you sent by Qi Xin?"

This was the only possibility he thought about.

He naturally hooked up with the man's further explanation.

After the man finished writing, he secretly raised his eyebrows. Unexpectedly, Feng Yanghou, who was respectful to the monarch in front of him, would call the monarch by his name in private.

The man squinted at him again.

He said, "You have fulfilled the order by rescuing the Marquis at the Chaohe Painting Boat. Feng Yanghou's mansion doesn't need extra guards, so you can go. As for Qi Xin, Ben Hou will explain it himself."

Qi Xin has already sent a Lu Yi, although his skills and hostility are far inferior to the person in front of him, but he has long been used to it.What's more, the person in front of him is not as simple as a guard.

He still has lingering fears about the fierce bloodthirsty of the man on Chaohe Huaboat.Since he doesn't want to stay, no one can stop him.

He lowered his eyelids and thought about how to get rid of the really dangerous man in front of him, but the man just stared at his face expressionlessly, the hand holding the pen didn't move, he sat down with his legs bent, and spread the white paper on his thighs superior.

"呵啦——" He was dazed, the cover on his left arm suddenly lost, exposed to the cool wind, it was chilly.

The man continued to use his hands to make the forced opening wider. Seeing blood stains on his arm, he finally tore off half of his sleeve.

"The wound is open. Apply medicine." The man raised his face and placed the white paper in front of his eyes, covering his distorted sight.

After all, the man didn't care about his reaction, and took out the golden medicine and gauze from his sleeve, approached him with his head down, and bandaged his wound.

Seeing the calm look on the man's face, he really wanted to see what else the man in front of him could pull out from his sleeve.

"Master Hou!" Lu Yi who broke through the door broke into the inner room, causing the two people in the inner room to turn their heads instantly.

When Lu Yi saw that the man hadn't hurt Lord Hou, he put away the long sword that was clenched in his hand, and took two steps forward vigilantly.

"Master Hou, your injury..." Lu Yi's eyes swept over the gauze belt on Master Hou's left arm, his throat suddenly choked up, and he thought: It's because he didn't protect Master Hou well.

"It's the subordinate who didn't protect well, so I ask Lord Hou to punish him!" Lu Yi suddenly knelt down on one knee, bowed his head and said apologetically.

He turned around and looked straight at Lu Yi who was kneeling on the ground. He opened his mouth and was about to speak, but was preempted by the man who stood up.

The man grabbed Lu Yi's skirt, and easily lifted Lu Yi up.

A trace of murderous intent flashed across the man's dark eyes, and Ruyuan's dark pupils could not see a shadow at all.

Lu Yi couldn't help sweating coldly.

Lu Yi had seen this kind of awe-inspiring killing spirit before when the king killed people.

Thinking of this, Lu Yi clenched his long sword tightly and dared not move.

"Stop!" He frowned and wanted to get up.

The man let go of his hands immediately when he heard the movement on the bed, and after hearing the muffled sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, Lu had a chance to survive in an instant, panting in horror with a pale face.

The man turned around again, returned to him, and stretched out his hand, causing him to yell, "Stop pushing, Benhou will lie down on his own!"

He took a deep breath, and as he said that, he lay obediently on his back on the bed, laying on a slightly higher jade pillow, spread out the brocade quilt, turned his eyes to the man who stopped his hands, and said, "You all go out, Ben Hou wants to rest for a while."

Tonight, he still has to wait for Qi Xin Ye to summon the sedan chair to enter the palace, so he has no time to chat with them.

He pretended to close his eyelids, and squinted to look out of the brocade quilt.

Seeing this, Lu straightened up and bowed to him, "Your subordinate will take his leave."

After finishing speaking, Lu Yi went straight to the Zhumen, and closed the door button by the way.