On a summer night, the cool breeze should be the most pleasant climate, but Yan Chaoyang felt that walking on the street, there was an inexplicable chill behind him.

A few days ago, after meeting with the little bully Zhu Haodi on Chang'an Avenue and finally breaking up, he often felt that there was an invisible hand secretly manipulating his every step.

I always feel as if I am a chess piece on a chessboard walking between heaven and earth, thinking that my every move is out of my heart, but in fact, every step has already been calculated, and there is no room for retreat.

It's a very uncomfortable feeling like a marionette like this.

But he couldn't find concrete evidence to prove that he was really plotted.

No matter who is behind the scenes, the opponent's goal must be himself, and this game of chess focuses on not only himself. It is very likely to implicate the old man in the palace who has not asked about the world for a long time, and even the entire Dongyuan and even the whole world.

The last time he took in a scoundrel who fraudulently plundered the stalls of vegetable farmers, Yan Chaoyang's feelings became even stronger after learning that the person was behind the scenes of the Qi Palace.

But this kind of premonition does not say that there is nowhere to redress grievances, and even if someone has the ability to take on this case, he will not be able to produce substantial human and material evidence that can convince others, let alone who he is suing.

The only thing he could do was wait.

Wait for the other person to show up.

He knew very well that the moment he saw the truth was the moment when the other party made a move.

And those who are willing to spend so much energy and time playing this game of chess with themselves, when they make a move. It must be the time to determine that the time is ripe to kill yourself with one move.

Therefore, he secretly sent his wife and children out of the city three days ago, and if there was nothing wrong along the way, they should have left the Dongyuan border at this time, all the way to the southwest to Xijing.

I'm afraid that he is the last courtier surnamed Yan in the Dongyuan Dynasty.

He recently patrolled the city in an unusual battle, and dismissed most of his men early in the morning, leaving only ten of his most confidants, and at the end of the day, everywhere he went was the streets and alleys with large populations, and no one was left alone.

Although several henchmen behind him had doubts in their hearts, they looked at the lonely but extremely firm back of Commander Yan, who was always a horse away from his ten people in front of him, and no one stepped forward to ask the reason.

No matter what it was, Commander Yan had the determination to die. None of that matters anymore.

I just have to believe in the war horse under me and the knife in my hand. Even if there are thousands of obstacles in front of us, what are you afraid of?

can be with a boss who still sticks to his heart and has never been ashamed of himself under such a turbulent situation in Dongyuan, what else is there to complain about in his own line?

Even if we go to Huangquan today, we can die on the same day as Commander Yan, and we will die without regrets!

A group of eleven people. Eleven war horses. Eleven sharp knives. Walk into an alley where no one is around.

The night wind blew, and the birch trees swayed slightly in the wind, and there was a rustling sound.

"Yan, please show up and stand on the front!"

Yan Chaoyang held a three-pointed two-edged knife. His eyes looked straight ahead, and he let out a long shout at the shadows in the distance, and the face of the knife was shaken by his thick inner inside, trembling like leaves in the wind.

As the shouts fell, a figure slowly stepped out of the shadows.

As if shrouded in a strong murderous aura, the ten people behind Yan Chaoyang drew their swords at the same time, and the blade pointed directly at the person who came out of the shadows holding a long knife that shone with a slight blue cold light.

Looking at the arrogant figure of the tiger-backed bear, facing the eleventh elite cavalry alone without flinching at all, Yan Chaoyang tilted his head slightly, and then shook his head with a wry smile.

"Old Man Tang is very generous, he thinks so highly of me Yan, and even uses his own killer tricks, just to take my Yan's head?"

If ordinary people heard Yan Chaoyang's words at this moment, they were afraid that they would be full of confusion, and they would not understand why eleven well-trained iron horsemen in armor would say such dejected words in front of them with cloth clothes and shoes and no other equipment except a knife.

But if they have a little insight and recognize that these eleven iron horsemen are facing the famous Tang Yin and Tang Shaoxia in the rivers and lakes, they are afraid that all their doubts will be solved.

Facing Yan Chaoyang's words that he didn't know whether to laugh at himself or compliment, Tang Yin's brown face was as usual, and his eyes were firmly fixed on the other party's head, as if it was already something on his plate.

Seeing that Tang Yin's brown was not interested, Yan Chaoyang said to himself: "I always thought that it would be the King of Qi. But why? Why is it King Xin and Old Man Tang? This trick hits the west, and the ability to transfer flowers and trees is very in line with King Xin's style.

"Isn't that a little too much? True and false, false and real, King Xin has his clever calculations, and King Qi is not a person who has no brains to sit and wait to be killed. ”

Although he knew that the other party's words at this time were just a battle of trapped beasts and a needless delay in time, Tang Yinbrown didn't mind spending more time with him, and replied briefly when he heard the words: "It doesn't matter what King Qi thinks, as long as Emperor Gaotian can't see through it and hides it from the world, King Xin's game of chess will be half alive." ”

Yan Chaoyang pondered for a while when he heard this, and then nodded suddenly in realization, and said, "Whether it's against or not, Tokyo and the Forbidden Palace are the key." Zhao Chengru and I were originally victims of Qi Wang Xin's great power. Make me a non-black and non-white chess piece, save a piece of territory that was originally surrounded by water, if you can really get your wish, it is a wonderful move. ”

After saying that, as if thinking of something, Yan Chaoyang suddenly sat up straight, looked at Tang Yinbrown with puzzled eyes, and asked, "What will happen to Zhao Chengru if he kills me?" Leave him to remain isolated like a reef under the dark tide? Or was it secretly disposed of like I did? With my move first, and then I want to deal with him with the same number of ways, I'm afraid that King Qi won't be stupid enough to hit the trick twice, right? ”

Tang Yin's brown eyes darkened slightly when he heard this, whether Zhao Chengru could protect himself, although he secretly pinched a cold sweat for his friend, but after all, he couldn't help himself, and it was even more difficult to take care of the other party's safety.

Noticing the subtle changes in Tang Yin's brown expression, and thinking of his friendship with Commander Zhao, Yan Chaoyang ruthlessly uncovered the other party's scars and said: "You and Zhao Chengru are also close friends, do you really want to end up like you and I are now in the same situation?" The Tang family recognized you as a righteous son and cultivated you with all these years, but in the end, it was you who did the most shady killer deed? Kill chickens with a knife? ”

Tang Yin, who was poked in the sore spot, had no appearance on his brown face, but the hand holding Jiechen was slightly white, staring at the other party coldly, and said hatefully: "How to go on my road, I don't have to worry about Commander Yan." Commander Yan still thinks about how he can save his head tonight. (To be continued.) )