"Since you're here, let's show them all!" Dumping Luochen half-hugged the light feather, and said sternly to the empty alley.

As soon as he finished speaking, a group of people dressed in red and carrying various weapons surrounded the two of them.

"Wow, you're dressed so festively" Qingyu reached out and pushed away a certain person who was hugging her, and said calmly.

Sweating wildly, "They're here to kill us"

"Is this going to laugh at us? Which one made them wear red clothes to kill people, and those who didn't know how to think they were here to greet their relatives! "Aren't all killers wearing black clothes and covering their faces, why did they wear red clothes here?

Dumping Luochen took out the soft sword from his waist, and waved it a few times, the sword body trembled, and a buzzing sound sounded, "The red-clothed killer is like a ghost, these people are from the Pavilion"

"The Dead Pavilion? Prayer? "Qing Yu doesn't understand what kind of wind he is pumping and sending people to kill them? Isn't it for the last time?

Qian Luochen didn't say anything and threw the soft sword in his hand to Qing Yu, Qing Yu saw that the soft sword in his hand was cold, and the blade was soft, it was not difficult to see that this was a good sword.

"What are you giving me a sword for, I won't use it!" Qing Yu looked at the soft sword in his hand, helpless. If he gives her a gun, she can still kill these red-clothed killers in front of her, and she won't use this soft sword.

Qian Luochen looked at the soft sword in Qing Yu's hand, and then at the red-clothed killers who surrounded them, rolled his eyes, and said, "Save your life"

Before Qing Yu could say anything, the leader of the group of red-clothed killers made a complicated gesture, and then heard the man say, "Up"

The situation in front of him was imminent, and without saying a word, he threw the soft sword in his hand back to Dump Luochen, bent down and picked up a few stones on the ground, fortunately, it was in ancient times, if it was changed to modern times, how could there be these stones that can be seen everywhere.

The red-clothed killers were divided into two factions, two-thirds of them went to kill Luochen, leaving only one-third to deal with Qingyu.

Seeing the killer approaching him, a few tears flashed in Qingyu's eyes, "I'm just a little girl, and I'm just wasting a little bit of air when I live, so you adults have a lot of spare me, okay?" ”

A certain easy-going killer lit up the sword in his hand, and the cold light on the sword was terrifying, "The Four Princes, if you want to blame it, you and the Four Princes are here together."

Seeing the killers approaching him, Qingyu's eyes rolled and shouted, "Don't kill me, you can treat me as just a soy sauce beater, really"

"Don't talk nonsense with her, she wants to delay time and let Luo Chen come to save her" The other killer waved the sword in his hand, and without saying a word, he stabbed directly at Light Feather.

A few centimeters away from Qingyu's chest, he suddenly fell to the ground, and blood gushed from his chest and heart.

The killers looked at each other, not knowing what had just happened.

"I wanted to talk to you a few more words, so that you can live for a few minutes, but I didn't expect you to be in a hurry to find death, and that girl can only fulfill you" Qing Yu moved his muscles, stretched out his hand and coiled his hair casually, and tidied up his dress.

The killers never thought that the trick just now would be the hand of the seemingly weak Fourth Imperial Concubine in front of them, but a certain killer lying on the ground with his eyes wide open was being unceremoniously trampled under the feet of Light Yu, and what surprised the killers even more was that black blood was constantly coming out of the wound on the chest of the dead killer.