Su Qianruo pulled himself out from under his skirt with confidence, sat on the steps two feet away from Deng Yan with a light smile, and looked at him with interest, the rumored King Deng Yan in Chang'an City.

"It turns out that you are the red-blooded Changyin Deng in your grandfather's mouth, well, it turns out that you locked all those people in the open space in the backyard just to find me?"

Is the blood red?

Deng Xiao's eyelids rolled down, "It's getting late, the teacher must be worried, I'll escort you back to the house in a while, you sit down for a while." ”

Su Qianruo smiled and nodded, Deng Qian was here, she could go home with peace of mind.

"Hurry up and prepare the car, and set off for Chang'an after the three pillars of incense!" Deng Yi turned his head and casually ordered Yu Linwei behind him.

"Yes, I'll prepare immediately, and Commander Deng will wait a while."

A column of red armor and heavy armor, holding the hilt of the sword, quickly ran towards the back mountain.

He grinned at Deng Qianruo, and pulled Su Qianruo's cuffs with his little paws.

What to laugh at? This man is not good-looking, fierce, and dirty...

It's still red-blooded, ahhh

Su Qianruo stuffed it back into his sleeve and slapped his buttocks, "Don't make trouble!" ”

Spank him again! Uncle can't bear it... He was already jumping wildly in the dark sleeves, stepping on Su Qianruo's sleeves into a mess.

After making such a fuss, Yu Linwei came to inform him that he had prepared the car, and he really deserved to be Yu Linwei, and he was quick and ruthless in doing things.

Deng Wei escorted Su Qianruo down the mountain, opened the curtain and watched her climb into the carriage, and waited for her to sit down before waving the curtain down. Close the carriage door and sit down in the driver's seat at the front of the carriage. Skillfully pull up the veil and whip the horse.

The carriage moved slowly. It is not fast or slow, and it is quite steady.

Many Yu Linwei looked at King Deng Yan, who was driving the car for Su Qianruo in person, and felt that these eyes were not right today, blink, blink...

Deng Yi's cold eyes swept over, and the posture of the bloody Hades was full, and the Yulin guards shuddered, suppressed their surprise, and turned over on their horses. Two columns forward, two columns behind, sandwiching the carriage in the middle, and moving forward slowly.

The guards of the Taifu Mansion are at the end.

Su Qianruo quietly pulled up the curtain on the front wall of the carriage and looked at Deng Yi through the flower window about a foot wide, with a slightly chubby figure, the shoulder blades were in a tight state at all times, and a handful of hair on the right side of the back of the head was naturally curled and stuffed in the armor.

Feeling the gaze from behind, Deng Yan's body slowly relaxed.

Daxiangguo Temple is about half an hour away from Chang'an City. Slow walking is more than an hour. As you descend the mountain, the terrain gradually flattens, and the official road gradually becomes spacious.

The moonlight shone on a simple camp thirty miles north of Chang'an City. Scattered poplar forests. There are a few small cabins, and there are more than a dozen baggage warehouses.

Song Xian sat on his knees on the terrace, his back against the mast where the flag was planted. The eyes are fixed in the direction of the Great Xiangguo Temple.

More than a dozen warehouses were crowded with people wearing black shirts with black scarves. All of them are bulging and holding special heavy crossbows. Eyes crouched on the mountain and aimed outside, fingers pulled back the hanging knife, ready to attack.

The autumn wind crossed, bringing out a murderous atmosphere.

Since the beginning of the hour, they have been lying in ambush here in this posture, waiting for the return of the Taifu Mansion's car. The order they received was to shoot and kill in one fell swoop, leaving nothing behind!

According to estimates, the car of Taifu Mansion should pass by this place after noon. But now that the moon is in the treetops, there is no car with the sign of Su Fu on the official road.

Among the last crossbowmen in the reserve battalion, one of the killers waited impatiently, scolded the son of a bitch, and spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm with his head sideways. The arm shook slightly due to the tightening of the throat, and the fingers on the hanging knife were taken off the line, and three cold crossbow arrows shot out with the sound of breaking wind!

Bang bang bang ...

The crossbow bolt pierced more than a dozen warehouses and shattered the mast behind Song Xian, and the pole broke in response, Song Xian was caught off guard and rolled off the terrace by this force.

"Hold the pole and straighten the flag again!" Song Xian shouted, his body rushed towards the last warehouse like a bolt of lightning, and with a buzz, the sword was unsheathed, and a snow line was cut in the air, and a head fell to the ground with the blood line thrown out.

The headless corpse shook and fell to the ground with a thud, and the gold and iron collided under the black clothes, and the ground was smashed into a shallow human-shaped hole.

Song Xian rubbed the sword on the man a few times, wiped the blood stains on the sword, and said expressionlessly: "Clean up!" ”

Turn around and go out.

Several people around the corpse immediately put down the crossbow arrows in their hands, two directly tore off their black shirts and pulled off the heavy armor from the corpse, and the remaining few people took out a small porcelain bottle from their arms, pulled out the stopper and poured the corpse powder onto the corpse. With the sound of Zizi, after half a breath, the corpse turned into a pool of gloomy green corpse water.

Someone else wrapped his hands in a black shirt and brought a pile of ashes and dead leaves from the grove to cover the corpse.

All the actions are completed in an instant, the techniques are old and skilled, and each process is connected like a cloud of peers.

After doing everything, these people quickly picked up the crossbow arrows, aimed their right eyes at Wangshan, grabbed the hanging knife with the index finger of their right hand and pulled it back hard, and then pulled it down, waiting for an order to be issued and ten thousand arrows were fired.

It's silent.

Song Xian looked up at the sky, and the tip of the sword in his hand lit up the plank of the terrace one by one, making a tuk tuk sound.

"Over there, you're still waiting quietly like this, or... Has it already begun? ”

Thirty miles further on the official road, there is a low hillside, in spring, the grass grows and the warbler flies, the flowers and leaves are luxuriant, the scenery is pleasant, it is a good place to go out.

Many stories of talented and beautiful women start here.

It's a great place with a bit of a charm.

From the Great Xiangguo here, exactly twenty miles, is a good place to rest.

Because it is such a good place, most people who come here are a little idle. Or even if it's a tense nerve, when you come to this good place, that string will loosen by half an inch.

Tossed in the Great Xiangguo Temple all day, the Yulin guards were also a little tired, walked twenty miles, the road was safe, the mountains and rivers were clear, when they came here, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Miss Su Jia's incense, there are too many courtyards in the temple, causing her to get lost and break into a remote courtyard for a while. The yard was in disrepair and collapsed, killing the two maidservants, Miss Su was frightened and fled in panic, so they didn't find it.

Deng was blind and nervous, and sent troops to surround the temple to interrogate pilgrims, and he was able to go on the line, but in fact, many people in Yulin Weizhong thought that he was making a big fuss, but because of his prestige, he didn't dare to speak out.

Deng Yi was also afraid that Su Qianruo would be frightened, and he had the heart to appease him, so he obeyed the will of the people and ordered to rest here for a while.

A bearded Yu Linwei was a little anxious, and slipped to the desert without anyone paying attention, untied his pants and stood on the ground to urinate. After the intermittent sound of water, he whistled happily, "It's fucking cool..."

A bloody arrow shot out of his throat, and he held the feather that had sunk into his throat in horror, and more blood poured into his throat, and then spurted out of his mouth, splashing on the ground, bursting out a few bloody flowers.

The moonlight shone on his dilated pupils, and the horror in his eyes gradually froze. (To be continued.) )

PS: Here we go, everything.