Jing Hengbo almost laughed angrily—what is this? King Zhao bewitched for King Qin, at least a few times, but she didn't even agree, so she just wrote it down here on her own?
The other party knew that she couldn't dance, and didn't intend to watch her dance at all. This was a self-talk and wanted to be recorded in history, and wanted to use this money to humiliate her forever.
The degree of shamelessness is comparable to that of Chi Ming.
Want to enter the history books? She chuckled.
The guards over there rushed up and protected Ming Yan'an three floors in and out. It seemed that they were afraid that she would repeat her old tricks and force Ming Yan'an to do something from a distance.
Jing Hengbo sneered, and turned his head to look at Mr. Mu. Mr. Mu was looking at the beams of the main hall. The beams in this hall are close to two people's arms. They are the keel supporting the whole hall.
When the two eyes met, they each sighed that they had a good understanding of each other.
Jing Hengbo raised his hand, and said with a smile, "Borrow the sword." With a clang, the knife of the guard with a knife flew out of its sheath, and with a flash of cold light, it passed directly over Ming Yan An's head.
The guards were shocked and shouted, "The Queen is assassinating! Be careful, Your Majesty!" They rushed forward and crushed Ming Yan'an to the ground.
But the knife had already flew like a knife flower, passing over the heads of the crowd, the snow was shining like lightning, and it flew into the sky.
With a local sound, the knife touched the beam of the hall.
Jing Hengbo turned his head and smiled at Mr. Mu: "Use your internal strength."
Mr. Mu seemed to hesitate for a moment, and stretched out his hand to press her vest, and Jing Hengbo felt a soft and true energy go straight to his dantian, which was continuous and steady, not surging, but seemed to last forever.
The zhenqi in her body was immediately stimulated, and it became much stronger. With a wave of her hand, the knife on the beam flew high, then fell down suddenly, and chopped into the beam with a sound.
There was an exclamation from below, and all the officials stood up one after another, shouting: "Stop being presumptuous!"
"How can the beams of the main hall be damaged? Stop! Stop!"
Jing Hengbo laughed out loud, lazily but with a murderous look, "My knife will fly around, my knife is very afraid of noise."
The hall stopped immediately, only Ming Yan'an's voice came from the overlapping guards, "Stop! Stop!"
Jing Hengbo winked at him, but ignored him. With the abundant inner strength Mr. Mu gave him, he controlled the saber in the air, swish, swish, and slashed brazenly.
Every knife pierced the wood for three points, every knife sawdust splashed, and there was a burst of fast chopping. The sound of gold and iron clashing resounded through the hall, making people's ears buzzing. full head.
The guards in the palace are helpless—the beam is too high to fly up, and they dare not fly up if they can. Standing on it is a great crime that tramples on the royal power and implicates the nine clans. I can only watch the queen slash to my heart's content.
A moment later, Jing Hengbo raised his hand, and the knife disappeared. Above the beam, a row of large characters appeared.
"November 11th of the Gengshen Year, the tortoiseshell patriarch dedicated the beams of the Tiantai Palace and wrote an inscription for the Queen of Black Water!"
A row of characters, each stroke is a knife mark half a foot deep, exposing pale stubble, so it is extremely clear.
The faces of the officials were also as pale as the stubble.
The beams of the main hall were destroyed.
Such heavy scratches cannot be erased by painting. If they stay here, it will be an eternal shame for Shangyuan City.
If you want to erase this shame, you can only destroy the beam, but to destroy the beam is to destroy the hall, this is the main hall of the palace!
Leaving aside the labor cost to rebuild the hall, if the Blackwater Queen came to the hall alone, the tortoiseshell patriarch would have to rebuild the hall.
The faces of the ministers were ashen, and they all knew that at today's meeting, the name of the Queen of Black Water would surely spread throughout the world again.
Entering the city alone, laughing at the officials, playing tricks on the patriarch, and beheading the enemy!
What a wonderful drama full of wisdom and pride, enough to last forever.
And they are the supporting clowns in the legends that have flowed through the ages.
How embarrassing.
For a while, everyone was stunned, and suddenly there was a scream from the crowd, "My lord! What's wrong with you, my lord! My lord! Send the imperial doctor! The imperial doctor!"
The guards stepped aside in panic, and in the crowd, Ming Yan'an's face was as pale as a stubble, and he had already been lying down at some point.
The main hall suddenly became chaotic, crying for rescue, calling for the imperial doctor, calling for the guards, and pretending to be busy with their hands outstretched...
"Hey, hey, hey!" Jing Hengbo yelled dissatisfiedly, "Don't play like this! We haven't talked about business yet! Do you think you can procrastinate by pretending to be unconscious? Do you think the vicious female partner in your third-rate romance drama... "
Her cries were drowned in the chaotic shouts of the crowd, and finally an old man came over, said something casually, ordered her to rest in the hall, and no one paid any attention to her.
Jing Hengbo shouted as he walked out: "This drama is not in place, you should vomit blood before you pass out, and I should be mad at you..."
All the officials in the hall looked at each other, and for a moment, they all spat out a mouthful of blood.
"I'm mad too!"
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In the main hall, you come and I are lively, and Ningxue Pavilion is another kind of excitement.
The man in brocade and the man in white have reached a deal.
The man in white is the kind of person who, once the conversation is over, doesn't say much, and immediately gets up and leaves.
He flew up from the ice beam, his belt was the same color as the ice and snow, he didn't even look at the guards lying down on the ground, the man in brocade clothes was not in a hurry, he didn't ask him to help detoxify the guards, and ate sunflower seeds with a smile.
The ice tile on the head of the man in white disappeared without a sound. At the moment before he got out of the ice tile, half of the icicle under his feet suddenly turned into countless fragments and hit the guards.
With a soft cracking sound, the guards got up one by one, and it seemed that the restraint had been lifted.
The technique used by the man in white made the man in brocade frowned, confirming that what the guards were poisoned by was not necessarily poison, but probably a clever technique of locking acupuncture points. As for why locking acupuncture points looks like poisoning, and it seems to be a means of poisoning To achieve it, only those who are familiar with that technique will know.
The man in brocade was about to order the guards to cut off the half of the icicle on the top, so as not to look uncomfortable when he looked up asymmetrically.
Looking at German again, the usual meekness and softness are gone, and he is staring at him with a ferocious face.
Latin, Italian, English... The group of guards who were usually respectful and downcast, all of them with livid faces and vicious eyes, seemed to have suddenly turned into a group of malicious ghosts.
"You..." The man in brocade clothes immediately realized what happened—when the guy detoxified the guard just now, he gave him another slap!
The guards were too close, and before he could make a move, Zhong Wen had already overturned the charcoal basin of the hot pot.
Although the charcoal fire was extinguished, the charcoal was still poisonous, and the charcoal ash scattered around, blocking the vision. The man in brocade immediately waved the charcoal ash away with his sleeve.
At this moment, Zhong Zhong rushed over with a groan.
With a bang, Chinese's huge body pressed on top of him, and then German jumped onto Chinese, and then English, Italian, and Latin... A group of strong men rushed forward, crushing the man in brocade clothes to the ground...
There was a bang, the brocade couch was knocked over, and the flesh was pressed against the flesh with a bang, bang, bang, who hit whom, and there was a faint sound of ripping clothes...
There was another loud bang, and seven or eight figures scattered and slammed into the four walls, each spewing out a mouthful of blood.
The man in brocade clothes sat up from the ground, his hair was disheveled, his skirt was torn, there was blood on his neck, and there was a bruise on his cheek...
This posture is really like a cute and charming young lady who has been slapped by the group, with half of her collarbone exposed from her torn neckline, her skin is like jade, with a few finger marks and a bloodstain, like a plum blossom in snow and a bright moon. Abusive beauty...
His expression can no longer be described in words, whether it is anger or weirdness...
The guards fell from the wall one after another, each sprayed a mouthful of bruises, and suddenly regained consciousness. The wonderful thing is that after they woke up, they didn't show any signs of guilt. Fainted, he rolled and crawled over.
Seeing them rushing over, the man in Jinyi shrank subconsciously...
The guards didn't realize it at all, and rushed over with tears in their eyes.
"Master, what's going on with you?"
"Master, you are injured!"
"Master, is it the murder of that Iceman just now!"
"Master, we will avenge you..."
The man in brocade looked at the guards in front of him—they were still loyal and bitter, and the anxious, concerned and puzzled expressions on their faces were all real.
They really don't know what happened just now!
They actually forgot the moment of treason just now!
After that guy actually left, he was still **** off...
At this moment, Jin Yiren really wanted to vomit blood...
In front of him were the earnest eyes of the guards, innocently and eagerly wanting to know the truth, how would he say it—I was crushed by your crazy group just now?
A proud person would never admit that he was ashamed. He could figure out the temperament of the man in white, so they could guess his.
The man in Jinyi grinded his teeth for a long time, finally smiled, lifted the Chinese with his own hands, and said kindly: "It's okay. When the assassin left just now, he fought me for 300 rounds. In order to save you, I suffered a small loss. I will definitely get it back from him.”
The guards were confused. They clearly remembered that the man in white had left, so why would he come back and fight his master for three hundred rounds?
But whatever the master says is right; what the master does is right.
If the master says he wants to repay, he will definitely repay.
The guards burst into tears of gratitude—ah! In order to save them, the master made such a mess! This is the first time for the master in so many years! It can be seen how shocking and wonderful these three hundred rounds are! It's a pity that we are not lucky enough to witness such a duel between peerless masters...
German was muttering in his heart—did the master really fight for 300 rounds? No matter how it looks, it looks like a group of big men have been passed by a group of big men for 300 rounds on the bed...
The people in Jinyi don't like this group of guards at all. If they don't really need someone to serve them, they would like to drive them into Heishuize together. A few words told them to go away first, change their clothes and comb their hair, put on a high collar, the bruises on their faces could not be covered, and they couldn't punch themselves again, so they had to find some powder to apply.
This kind of embarrassment was also the first time for him, so he took a little bit of contempt and admitted that the world is so big, there are still a few capable people. Dayan, whose name is Jun Ke, is very interesting; Tai Shilan of the Southern Qi Dynasty even made him kick the iron plate a little bit; the Great Wilderness, which is now known as a barren land, is not barren at all, especially if the man in white In a normal state, if he really fights, he has to admit that it may not be the winner.
Therefore, he also had some expectations for Jing Hengbo—this rumored flamboyant, disrespectful, frivolous and frivolous loser who was exiled because of this, can he really fight against him?
The ice tiles above his head shimmered like glazed glass. He looked up and remembered that when the man in white left, he rushed out of the ice tiles, but after going out, the ice tiles immediately condensed automatically, which seemed very miraculous. his guards.
He curled his lips—is it amazing? This is obviously a manifestation of the zhenqi in the body that is about to be out of control, and it is released outside the body, right?
When everything was back to normal, he let the guards in. The wind outside was suddenly loud, and there was a faint sound of wind on the sleeves of the clothes. He listened to the voice, raised his eyebrows, and said: "He is reckless." He listened again, and said: "Female."
For the master, it is not surprising that the guards can guess the personality of the incoming person by listening to the movement. Not to mention a rumor of an action, even if someone farts, the master will know which martial arts this person has practiced.
"Take down that palace lantern over there, and put it under the window over there." The brocade-clothed man sat on the bed, hugged the soft yellow brocade quilt, and ordered melon seeds.
The guards put a half-person-high palace lantern under the window as promised. The palace lantern is octagonal and covered with pale yellow parchment without any patterns. Therefore, through the palace lantern, you can vaguely see the scene inside the house.
"Chinese and German." The man in brocade clothes said again, "You two go to that position, and act out a scene where women are forced to fight desperately."
Those who were named looked frustrated, and those who were not named were handed out a handful of melon seeds to watch the show.
Chinese and German stand in front of the wall diagonally opposite the palace lantern. From that angle, if you look from a distance from the window, you can just see the movement in front of the wall through the palace lantern.
Chinese and German began to "fight for chastity." The Jinyi man made a request while watching the play, "Come over there...Chinese, your face is not ferocious enough... German, bend your waist down a little, or you can't see it from outside..."
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Meng Potian ran on the roof.
She has already determined the location of the previous black shadow, because only Ningxue Pavilion is inhabited and has lights.
She lightly landed on the top of the wall, intending to take a good look before going in. She seems to have a rough temper, but she is also a young lady of the Jianghu gang, so the necessary prudence is indispensable.
But as soon as she stood still, she saw a palace lantern lighting up in the opposite room, and under the palace lantern, someone was faintly struggling.
Meng Potian opened his eyes wide curiously, at first he thought it was a fight, but gradually he felt something was wrong.
The two struggling and fighting, the one under the pressure, with loose long hair and slender waist, seems to be a woman?
Is this... coercion and humiliation?
Meng Potian has never eaten pork, and has seen pigs running. He has collected so many **** pictures, so he can't talk about the specific theory, but he still knows the movements and postures very well.
Jianghu heroine Meng Potian, what she despises the most is this kind of dirty work of bullying women!
Each of the fifteen gangs has a rule not to **** and humiliate innocent women, but only the Crazy Sword League has completely offended her because of her existence.
The blood all over her body seemed to be on fire, and she drew out the dagger on her calf.
At this time, she heard a "chi" sound, which seemed to be the sound of tearing clothes, and at the same time, the woman below fell down mournfully, and she could not see.
Meng Potian dashed into the courtyard.
...In the room, the man in brocade sneered and tore a sweat towel...
Deutsch lay on the ground, stomping on the belly of Chinese, glaring at him...
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Meng Potian rushed towards the room.
She is smart, she didn't foolishly shout "Girl, I'm here to save you!" and she didn't enter through the window with palace lanterns on. She rushed up to the roof and was about to break through the roof and fall down with a thunderous force. Drag people away.
As soon as I got on the roof, I felt the soles of my feet slipping, and the places where my feet landed were extremely light and crisp, and I heard countless "creaking" sounds.
Meng Potian hadn't had time to think of the word "not good" when the ice tiles under her body shattered and she fell straight down.
Meng Potian reacted very quickly, stretched out his hand to wrap the beam, but the place where his hand landed was icy cold, and he didn't exert any effort. With a click, something broke, and she fell down again.
She fell face down.
Seeing a man with disheveled hair, he opened his arms to meet her, and said with a smile, "Thank you for coming to rescue me, Miss."
Meng Potian rolled his eyes.
Dizzy.
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After a while, the Ningxue Pavilion returned to normal, the palace lanterns were put away, the debris was swept away, and even Meng Potian was gone.
Listening to the movement in the darkness, the man in brocade suddenly smiled and said, "Here comes another one."
The guards were a little excited, but the man in brocade clothes said, "This is a bit troublesome."
The guards waited for his order, but he said, "Turn off the lights. You all go to sleep."
His guards always gave one order and one action, immediately turned off the lights, and each went to the residence to sleep.
Zirui was still busy in the kitchen, when suddenly she saw the guards come out and went to the side hall separately, after a while the lights in the courtyard were gradually turned off, as if preparing to go to bed together. She looked at the plate of snacks in her hand in astonishment, and fell asleep without understanding how these people said.
But in any case, sleep is always a good thing, and it is good to escape in the dead of night.
The lights in the main room where the man in Jinyi was staying had already gone out. Of course, there were two or three guards in the kitchen guarding her and urging her to rest, Zirui put down her snacks and followed them obediently.
When she put down the snack, her sleeves drooped down, and she silently gathered a piece of snack in the sleeve, and broke it quietly as she walked.
Zirui's lodging place was arranged in the center of the side hall, in a small room surrounded by guards, which was a reasonable arrangement.
The guards didn't restrain her in any way, they just pushed her through the door. Zirui seemed to be walking unsteadily, staggering, she subconsciously grabbed something for support, but grabbed the guard's belt with one hand, she hurriedly let go, but the guard didn't say anything, told her to go in quickly, locked the door and left. After going out, Zirui doesn't have much martial arts, anyone can tell.
The guard hung the key on his waist, put a stool in front of the door, wrapped himself in thick woolen clothes, and dozed off.
Everything was quiet, Ningxue Pavilion sank in the faint darkness.
Zirui crouched behind the door, her eyes flickering faintly.
She made an extremely small sound, and there was no movement in the darkness. Only people with excellent eyesight could see a line moving on the ground.
If you look closely, you can see that it is a long team of ants, coming from the corner of the wall to the door, boundless and without end.
The ants shake their antennae and detect some attractive smells, such as lard.
The dim sum that Zirui broke into pieces was lard osmanthus shortbread, which of course was not what the Jinyi people wanted to eat, it was what she had prepared for her escape.
The ants followed the smell and penetrated into the guard's robe continuously.
There are blue satin belts on the robes of the guards, and a long strip hangs down from both sides, and the key is fastened to the hanging cloth strip.
And that piece of cloth had already been smeared with lard by Zirui by falling down.
Only the ants could hear the sound made by the purple stamen in the dark. They were working hard to secrete formic acid and gnawed on the piece of cloth. Naturally, it was difficult for the small ants to break it, but they couldn't hold back the many ants.
At this time, if the guard looked down, he would definitely be shocked—on his belt, there were dense ants crawling several layers, like adding a wriggling black belt...
Zirui lay on her stomach by the crack of the door, tried her best to stretch her hand out of the crack of the door, put the back of her hand on the ground, palm facing up, and waited.
The ground was icy cold, and ants crawled across the palms from time to time. It was itchy at first, but then it became numb due to the freezing, so I lost the feeling.
I don't know how long it took, until the knees were numb, and there was a faint "ding", and a brass key fell down with half of the cloth strip attached.
Zirui immediately grasped the palm of her hand to prevent the key from falling and making a sound.
She withdrew her hand, her arm was already frozen, but she was happy in her heart - she was finally no longer a burden, and could completely save herself!
The key is in hand, the bottom is to open the lock, but the sound of unlocking will inevitably alarm the guards, Zirui is frowning and thinking hard, suddenly there is a fluttering sound of wings outside, as if a night bird was alarmed, this sound woke up the guards, he subconsciously got up to check , Zirui was overjoyed, and hurriedly put her hand through the crack of the door, and took the key to unlock it, but her hands were numb from the cold, trembling, and she didn't even match the keyhole twice.
The guards would turn back soon, and Zirui was so anxious that when she faced the keyhole for the third time, she suddenly took the key with one hand.
Zirui was shocked, subconsciously wanting to scream, but the man held up a finger while taking the key to unlock the lock, Zirui couldn't scream anymore, and could only open her eyes wide in horror, watching him unlock the lock, but he didn't open the door, and It was turning over and entering the door, and before closing the door, hung the lock on the door again.
At this time, the guard checked the situation of the bird and saw that there was no problem. He had already started to walk back, and the door lock was hanging vaguely.
Zirui was behind the door, her mouth and nose were tightly covered by the man, a strong and pleasant smell of man came, only Pei Shu had such a strong sense of presence, she recognized him, and slowly relaxed her body.
Knowing that she recognized him, Pei Shu let her go, and the two looked at each other in the dark. Pei Shu smiled at her with white teeth, his eyes sparkling, and he was quite admiring.
He had arrived earlier, and he did not enter recklessly like Meng Potian, but walked around the entire courtyard, saw the place where Zirui was being held, and then followed him, keeping in mind Zirui's self-help methods inside.
He used to not even look at women except Jing Hengbo, but this smile at this moment flattered Miss Su. She settled down and asked him with gestures, why didn't he just take her away?
Pei Shu signaled her to go to the door and take a closer look at the situation of the guards.
Zirui looked at it for a while, but she couldn't see anything, she shook her head in confusion, and Pei Shu pointed to the bench where the guard was sitting, Zirui took a closer look, and suddenly felt that the ground around the bench seemed a little different. It seems to be whiter and brighter, and it seems to be a little rough.
She still didn't understand what this meant, but she suddenly remembered that Pei Shu just took the key to unlock and enter the door, but he didn't pass the stool, and turned in from under the eaves.
"The stool has a mechanism." Pei Shu whispered, "There is a thorn felt of the same color as the ground under the stool. Once you step on it, you can't get off it."
Only then did Zirui suddenly realize. The door opens inwards, and the stool is placed in an extremely tricky position. It is blocking the door tightly, and its height is just up to the knees. Once you want to get out of the door, you can't go around the stool. You must raise your legs first. Only by stepping over a stool can one jump up vertically, but as soon as one's feet land on the ground, one is hit.
Of course, it is also possible to kick down the stool and step on it to rise up, but if the fleeing person is afraid of making a noise, how can he kick the stool?
This mechanism is set up ingeniously and clumsily, starting from an unexpected angle, so wonderful that it makes people feel chills.
Zirui gestured and asked Pei Shu what to do? Is it from the roof?
Pei Shu grinned, and dragged her onto the beams of the roof, but did not open the roof immediately, but gently lifted a piece of roof tiles first.
The bright moonlight leaked down, and there seemed to be nothing unusual.
Pei Shu asked Zirui to look up.
Through the tile, Zirui saw that there seemed to be a tree on the roof.
If they wanted to go out from the roof, they would naturally not choose the roof facing the yard, but the roof at the back of the yard. This roof was covered by the shade of a tree.
Pei Shu covered the tile and said: "You can't see it here, but I found out just now that there was a paper bag of melon seeds hanging from that tree, and the branch that hung the melon seeds was pulled by a thread, and it was pressed under the tile here. We rush out of the roof, the thread will break, the branch will bounce, the bag of melon seeds will burst, and the melon seeds will fly out."
Zirui thinks that the roof is so big, and melon seeds are small in a bag, even if they are poisonous, they can't do anything to people, right?
"Don't underestimate this person." Pei Shu said, "This person is sure that we will either go through the door or the roof, and he has designed traps on both sides. In a hurry, he can grasp people's hearts so accurately, and the mechanism is so surprisingly designed There are not many people in the whole world."
Zirui thinks it is, but she admires Pei Shu even more in her heart. This young commander seems to be fierce and reckless, and he doesn't care about anything, but in fact he is as careful as a hair, cautious and meticulous. No wonder he was invincible and famous all over the world.
She gesticulated and asked where he was going. The house had no windows.
Pei Shu smiled, pulled her off the beam, and walked to the door.
Still go through the door.
Under Zirui's puzzled eyes, he pulled out the dagger, passed through the crack of the door, aimed at the guard who was dozing with his back to the room, and, with a "wheeze", pierced his back.
Fast and ruthless.
The guard fell to the ground without saying a word, and was lying on the thorn felt, his cloak wrapped into a ball, like a big hedgehog entrenched.
Pei Shu smiled lowly and opened the door. He made a gesture of stepping on his back and flying.
Zirui was shocked and amused, and then felt that this was the devil king's behavior style—the most domineering, the most straightforward, and the most murderous. If there are obstacles everywhere, then kill them.
The moonlight under the steps was like water, and the surroundings were quiet. Based on his many years of combat experience, Pei Shu could be sure that there was really no one lying in ambush around.
Then who, is it too condescending, thinking that two subtle organs will definitely be able to keep him?
Pei Shu laughed silently, pulled Zirui's sleeve, tiptoed, and stepped on the guard's back. The next movement is to jump up.
But at this moment, he felt a pain in the sole of his foot.
Like lightning passing by, he didn't know well, ignored the pain in the soles of his feet, threw Zirui out with his backhand, and said loudly: "Go! Look for Jing Hengbo in the front hall!"
Zirui flew out of the steps and fell to the ground, her face turned pale from the accident.
After Pei Shu threw her out, he reached out to grab the stool behind him, trying to turn back, but he couldn't use force on the soles of his feet, because the cloak on the "guard" was also poisonous thorn felt!
But it was too late.
A pair of hands stretched out from under the cloak, grabbed his ankles like lightning, swung him over his head, and smashed him down the steps!
The white marble on the steps is three layers of cold and hard. If it is about to be smashed, Pei Shu's waist will definitely be broken.
Pei Shu's reaction was extremely quick, and he stretched out his hand suddenly before landing, and after a faint cracking sound, he hung in the air and stopped horizontally above the steps, with one arm propped up on the ground and the other arm protecting his heart, glaring at the "guard".
Turning over the cloak, the guard walked out slowly. He was dressed in brocade clothes, and his figure, which was a little wretched just now, slowly stretched, and he was as tall as a jade tree.
The night was dark, and the Son of the Night came out of the light mist.
Pei Shu's eyes flashed, he finally knew why he missed. It seems that every step is cautious, but in fact it is still careless to underestimate the enemy. The opponent turned out to be the leader himself.
The previous guards were guards, but when he made a noise and diverted the tiger away from the mountain, the one who came back was the Jinyi man.
He hasn't figured out who the other party is, but the other party has already understood him to the core, and every step is considered good. The traps at the door and the roof are just decorations. If the other party calculates well, he can see the traps at the door and the roof. If he counts well, he will finally choose to kill people and stand on tiptoe, waiting here quietly.
His calculations are so ruthless that he is almost alone in the world.
How can he be undefeated?
The man in brocade smiled, not avoiding Pei Shu's murderous gaze, and said leisurely: "You **** me from behind just now, now it's my turn to attack you."
Pei Shu exhausted all his strength, his arm went limp, and he fell to the ground with a bang.
Passed out.
The man in brocade picked him up and glanced at Zirui over there - Zirui didn't run away alone, but came back consciously.
The man in brocade clothes smiled and praised: "As the queen's subordinates, you have impressed me a lot. Therefore, I finally look forward to the queen."
He carried Pei Shu back and walked back, while playing with his long black hair like satin, while thinking about the possibility of cutting it to sweep the floor, he looked in the direction of the front hall with great interest.
"Your Majesty, tell me, should I play a round of death roulette with you?"
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