Chapter 721: Assassination at the end of his life
tbc(); Lu Shui took Feng Chengcheng's hand and quickly avoided the corner of the wall, clinging to the wall.
Feng Tingcheng's eyes flowed, swept over everyone, and his eyebrows furrowed.
"What is Qingdao? What's to be done? How do you make it look like a big guy is on patrol...... So serious? ”
"Shhhh......h......h It's with the high priest who went out on patrol......"
"And the High Priest?"
Feng Qicheng couldn't help but be stunned and a little confused.
Isn't he also a priest?
Why didn't that priest Qiu give her such an unstoppable feeling yesterday?
How did Feng Chengcheng know that although the current Hehe High Priest and Priest Qiu were only one word different, their identities were 108,000 miles different.
Just like the president and the vice president, although on the surface, the meaning is similar, but in essence there is a world of difference.
Priest Qiu, although he is also high, is only a small position.
And the high priest is the decisive person who can represent heaven and earth.
He is the spokesman of God's presence in this world, and he is also the voice of the voice that conveys God's will.
Any idea could turn into a divine will if he wanted to.
So relatively speaking, his rights, at some times, are even higher than that of the high Demon Emperor.
The awe and fear of him in people's hearts are no less than that of the mysterious Demon Emperor.
Lu Shui raised his hand to press Feng Qingcheng's head, smashed her face against the wall, and said in a low voice: "No matter what happened, no matter what happened, remember, don't look at it, and don't care about it......"
Feng Qingcheng felt the tremor in her palm, and her eyebrows couldn't help but tuft slightly: "Will something happen?" ”
Lu Shui shook his head in some horror, but he didn't say anything more, just put his head on the wall, closed his eyes tightly, and breathed rapidly It is too difficult for the matchmaker to run away from the concubineRead the full article ();.
As the sound of horses' hooves became clearer, Lu Shui became more and more nervous, holding the hand of Feng Qingcheng's fingertips, and he was also drenched in sweat.
As if thousands of troops and horses were crossing the border, the wind whizzed behind Feng Qicheng, as fast as an arrow.
Green Water's breathing became more and more rapid, and his face unconsciously showed a look of pain, which made Feng Tingcheng more and more confused in his heart.
What was it about her that made her so nervous?
Almost at the same time, a roar was heard in her ear.
"Kill ......"
"Ah......h
Lu Shui suddenly let out a muffled low cry, tears poured out, and it seemed that he was holding the medicinal herbs in his arms in great pain.
It's just that at this time, Feng Cheng no longer had time to care about her gaffe, but stared behind him.
A group of gold-clad guards and a group of ragged men were fighting each other.
Just one glance, Feng Qicheng's heart couldn't help but sigh in a low voice.
This group of ragged people was not worth mentioning at all to those golden-armored guards.
It's not so much that they're killing the enemy, it's that they're killing themselves.
In a short time, more than a dozen people were already slaughtered.
The people around him seem to have become accustomed to such things, standing against the wall one by one, and they seem to be numb and unconscious of what is behind them.
The smell of blood gradually dissipated in the air, and the gold-armored guards carried the corpses of the group of assassins aside with expressionless faces, piling them up haphazardly.
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