You sing and I will appear, Huaiyoufu is in the city, and the high platform is clearly distinguished. But the shouts of killing, wailing, and scolding under the high platform have pierced the eardrums, while on the high platform, the sound of singing and dancing, the sound of pushing cups and changing lamps, and the sound of chewing one after another.

The vassals and warriors in the inner hall of the banquet hall turned a deaf ear to everything that happened in the inner courtyard of the Assassin's Mansion outside the high platform at this time, and the people who were already drunk were still immersed in the joy of celebration and couldn't extricate themselves.

He Taihu didn't turn around, just silently looked at the melee that had gradually fallen into a stalemate under the high platform. There was not the slightest pity in his eyes, only a sneer at the one who had sinned below.

Especially the meaty Cao Dingjun, I raise him with good wine and meat. But what? But he bit me back. Sure enough, it wasn't raised by himself, after all, he had different intentions. He Taihu thought of Kang Junli for no reason, he admired Captain Kang's courage and talent, and also admired his loyalty.

It's a pity that the Tao is different, and the two still parted ways after all.

He Taihu supported the fence of the high platform with both hands and shouted, "Those who cut off Cao Dingjun's head, the official worships the captain, rewards a thousand taels of silver, and congratulates the banquet for three days." As soon as these words came out, the assassin Shi guard, who had already regarded death as home, was like a divine help, and went forward to slash and slash the "obstacles" in front of him, trying to get close to Cao Zhiji.

These people, some of whom were former brothers, some of whom were relatives of the past, and some of whom were friends who slept together, have now left these fetters behind, and their eyes are full of competition for fame and fortune.

People will encounter many opportunities in this life, as long as they can grasp it once or twice, they can get out of the shallows and rise to a vertical cloud. However, many people do not grasp the opportunity. Either hesitating, looking ahead, overwhelmed, or sitting on the sidelines.

In this troubled world, there are no beautiful things sent to the door, and you have to fight for everything by yourself. Otherwise, in the end, you will be just a handful of loess that no one cares about, and you don't even have a person to worship. Not to mention winning the world and taking charge of the temple.

He Taihu's words seemed to have a kind of magic, giving these guards who were willing to work for him a kind of expectation, an expectation that was inappropriate and inappropriate in the most extreme environment. But Ho Taihu doesn't care, he just wants the result. Whether it is Zhang San, Li Si, Wang Wu, whoever can cut it down is whose merit.

Cao Dingjun was hit by this remark, and his heart was furious. He looked up at He Taihu, who was high above at this time, just like looking at the gods and Buddhas who were sitting on the lotus platform, not asking about everything, and praying countless times to no avail. That can only smash it and smash it, and take its fate into your own hands.

He had already found that the "brothers" who had made a blood alliance with him and swore to him had hesitated. It is not an ordinary thing to rebel, if you become a good wine, you will be in your arms. No, the eyes are full of yellow sand for the last time, the hand is up and the knife falls, and the head falls to the ground.

Since you have done it, you want the most risky but also the most reliable one, and in He Taihu's words, he did not specify which group of people to act, which is the most fatal. In this way, will the "rebels" under his command who fought bravely turn against each other and reflexively face each other?

A loud shout was like thunder on the ground, and the inner courtyard under the high platform of the stabbing Shifu exploded. Cao Dingjun spat violently and shouted: "Kill He Taihu, take Huaiyou Mansion, take the money and the beauties." Do you understand? ”

Almost with all his strength to shout out the last five words, Cao Zhiji swung his sword and swung several deadly horizontal knives, and took a few steps back. But on the fierce face full of horizontal meat, there was clearly a gritted grit. The flames erupted from his eyes, and he Taihu rushed straight to He Taihu on the high platform, and he never stopped.

He Taihu was still as if nothing had happened on the surface, but the hands that were clutching the fence of the high platform were bent rapidly, and his nails scraped on it, gurgling. He must be calm, this is a game of life and death, if he escapes at this time, then what he just said will be all in vain.

But at this time, he was already a little afraid in his heart, he didn't expect that he had treated this person with great courtesy for three years, but he had raised such a bloodthirsty thing to seize the throne, how could it not make people angry and chilling?

Just when the two sides were at a standstill, a strong reinforcement finally arrived. Cao Dingjun had retreated to the corner of the inner courtyard at this time, waiting for the opportunity. Unexpectedly, a rush of footsteps poured into his ears, and there was a familiar but annoying voice, "Cao thief, take your life." ”

said that it was too late, and then quickly, a horizontal knife flew outside the door, and the wind under the feet of a person followed the knife. There were also a group of soldiers behind this person, all with cold faces and murderous eyes.

There was also a nine-foot biao-shaped man who bombarded Cao Dingjun's chest with both fists just now, but he didn't see the plain woman. But at this time, it was too late to think about it, Cao Zhi's strange long sword in his hand, half an inch in front of him, blocking the cold attack of the horizontal sword.

Kang Junli stretched out his hand to hold the handle of the horizontal knife, and raised his hand to slash down on the top of Cao Zhiji's head. At this time, the people in the courtyard were exhausted, and in addition to having to dodge the deadly attack, all that was left was the temptation of you and me, because they focused their attention on these two people.

These two groups of soldiers were gambling, betting on one outcome, betting on one win or loss. If Cao Zhiji's skills are superior, then he will respond to the call and rush to the high platform to kill He Taihu. If Captain Kang cut off the head of Cao Zhi's halberd with a horizontal knife, then he would follow the sound and wait and see what happened.

And the soldiers who followed in were also lined up on the periphery, with no intention of intervening. They are also waiting, waiting for the two to distinguish the winners and losers.

Kang Junli has a horizontal knife in his hand, like rolling spring thunder, killing every step. Cao Dingjun divided his hands, and the two halves of the long sword opened the bow left and right, which was not inferior. Although Liu Youqiao's fist surging before, it did not hurt the root. At this time, the situation is changing rapidly, and it is never the time to be negligent.

He Taihu, who was on the high platform, breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Kang Junli hurrying over. He withdrew his hands from the fence and turned his back. There is no longer any need for him to continue watching the battle, and all the results are left to them to control themselves.

In the banquet hall behind him, there were more important things waiting for him.

He walked slowly to the door of the banquet hall, the doors that had been opened before had all been closed for some reason, and only half of the doors were left with one person. He Taihu smiled, looked at the already drunk people in the inner hall, quickly restrained his smile, and changed his vicious appearance.

He Taihu propped his hands on both sides of the half-door with his hands like old vines, and poked his head into the door. He said viciously: "What did you do behind my back, how could I not know? Forbearance has been waiting for tonight so far, and will wait for all of them. ”

Just as he was about to raise his foot, a cold sword blade slashed from the left side, across He Taihu's throat. Let his feet that he wanted to step into the inner hall hang. The master, who was holding the cold sword, whispered in He Taihu's ear: "He Tingshi, don't come unharmed." ”

He Taihu's face was hideous, but he didn't dare to look back. If he turned around rashly, the blade of the sword would cut through his withered throat, and his plan that had been dormant for decades would not disappear at this moment.

But he didn't panic, he still had a back hand. But he already knew where this person was.

So, he decided to delay. The two of them maintained this stiff posture one after the other, and above the inner hall, the concubine who was leaning on the couch and was unconscious, did not know when she woke up, and said "babbling".

The moment she wanted to open her eyes, a sharp knife had pierced her delicate chest from behind, and the red that came out of her body, accompanied by her suddenly raised hands, stretched forward helplessly.

When her eyes met Ho Taihu's eyes, she clearly saw a glimmer of hope. But He Taihu didn't have any pity, only the resentment on his face.

"Aren't you heartbroken at all?" The man with the sword asked in a cold voice.

"Why heartache? She had an affair with many people in this banquet hall behind my back, and she was still telling her tongue behind her back, and I have been tolerating it, but it is not easy. Do you understand? He Taihu still didn't dare to turn his head, but the coldness in his words slowly took away the last life of the concubine.

The sharp knife was immediately drawn, and the gushing blood mixed with the unwilling tears of the concubine stained the graceful bed red. And the man with the knife retreated behind the curtain and hid his figure.

Just as the sword-wielder was about to cut his throat with his sword, a pair of powerful hands clamped her neck behind him, and said in unquestionable words: "Let him go." ”

The man with the sword was a little stunned, because the words sounded very familiar, it was a man who had experienced a fight, a hurricane, and a siege together, and Liu Youyao, the envoy of the Later Zhou Dynasty.

It's just that I don't understand why he chose to restrain himself at this time. And the true purpose of his arrival, which he failed to confide in, is emerging. Liu Qingmei, who was holding a sword and crossed his neck, did not retract his sword, but a wisp of tears slipped from the corner of his eye.

Liu Yau subconsciously raised his hand, wanting to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes for her, but when she got close to the woman's eyes, she was bitten hard. The hand that was holding the throat was also a little loose.

He admits that, at one point, he was really tempted. But after all, the love of children is short of breath, and the people in front of them clearly ask for it but can't get it. Liu Qingmei's heart was also a little loose, but it was frozen again because of this sudden change that was close to the end. Although she didn't know why Liu Youyao was like this, she couldn't forgive him for turning against him at this time.

He Taihu still has a cold face, but he is so high-spirited. I heard him shout loudly, "Do it." The axeman, who was hidden behind the curtain, suddenly appeared, and killed all the people in the field who were already drunk.

Those who were already confused were beheaded without even screaming and begging for mercy, and such a painless death could be the belonging they once hoped for?

Liu Qing's eyebrows burst into tears, she looked at the group of people who were slowly falling in front of her, but there was no way. The long sword slipped from his hand, and He Taihu waited for this opportunity, and his body leaned forward suddenly, falling into the inner hall of the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood. The group of sword and axe men quickly surrounded him, blocking He Taihu behind him.

When Liu Qingmei's long sword slipped down, his heart was already like ashes. Knowing that there was no chance to resist, the last reliance became the most vicious thorn in the heart.

Liu Youyao did not kill him, but used his eagle-like eyes to viciously glance at He Taihu, who was hiding behind the knife and axe. picked up Liu Qingmei's waist and jumped down from the high platform, dodging the eager slashing of the sword and axe hands who wanted to fight in front of He Taihu.