Yuan Bao did not stop there, took off the belt hanging from his neck, directly bypassed the footman's feet, and went back. The porter's massive body fell to the ground on his back with a pop.

"You bunny!" The porter closed his eyes and waved his two big hands to grab the ingots.

Yuan Bao has been experienced in a hundred battles in the pursuit of the gambling house, and has practiced footwork as slippery as a fish, and is quite handy at dealing with a footman who can't open his eyes and wants to die. He dodged left and right, but he didn't go far. Instead, he leaned closer to the porter, and suddenly pulled out the sword he pinned to his waist behind him.

The bright and sharp sword was a little too heavy for the ingot, and his arms couldn't help but fall down, and it took two hands to barely hold the sword.

At this moment, the porter had already risen. Yuan Bao was caught off guard, and asked the man to pull the collar, and his body fell under the man's control again.

"Look where you're going!"

The porter's eyes still couldn't be opened, and his whole face was distorted in anger. Gritted his teeth and faced Yuanbao: "If Lao Tzu doesn't kill you today, he won't be a man." ”

Suffocation struck abruptly at that moment. Yuanbao's neck was tightly choked by him. Those hands were like two iron plates, squeezing the air in the ingot's body little by little.

Consciousness faded away in the air.

Yuan Bao gritted his teeth, I can't die, my father-in-law is still waiting for me to save him!

He glanced at the sword he held in his hand, and suddenly made up his mind. He raised the sword in his hand and stabbed it into the porter's stomach. Blood gushed like a fountain, splashing on the front of the ingot. The light clothes at the end of summer were instantly wet with blood, sticky and a little warm.

The porter screamed and loosened his grip on the ingots. Yuanbao's small body fell from mid-air and sat on the ground stunned for a few seconds. He was a five- or six-year-old kid after all, no matter how fierce he screamed. It never changed that he was still a child. Such a big child would be scared to cry even if he saw blood, not to mention that he personally stabbed the sword into the porter's belly.

Yuanbao's body trembled, and his hands suddenly lost strength. He didn't know what he was supposed to do, and there was only one thought in his head. He killed someone...... What to do?

The porter screamed in pain and rolled on the ground, but he didn't dare to reach out and touch the sword inserted in his lower abdomen: "You wait for Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu must break you into pieces!" ”

Yuan Bao woke up suddenly. He is here to protect his father, and these people are going to kill him!

Now it's a situation where you die and I die, if he dies, what will happen to my father-in-law? Yuan Bao gritted his teeth and got up, wiped the blood on his hand on the hem of his clothes, and stared quietly at the footman who was crawling on the ground. Rong Han and the secret guards in the palace have said that if you want to make a person die faster, pull out the sword stuck in him. Then, you can immediately see what it means to be a river of blood.

He stared with bated breath, like a snake ready to attack, motionless. Just waiting for the most suitable opportunity to kill with one blow.

Finally, let Yuan Bao see the flaw. He narrowed his eyes and jerked forward. Holding the handle of the sword, he desperately took it into his arms, and then turned around and ran. He didn't dare to look back, he didn't know what kind of situation he would face after drawing his sword. But whatever the outcome, it was something he didn't want to face.

All he knew was that he had to live, that he had to be faster. The Father-in-law needs him!

Yuan Bao held the long sword in his hand, and the heavy, cold thing completely slowed him down. However, he stubbornly refused to lose it and insisted on holding it firmly in his hands. For him, the sword is now his courage and hope.

He staggered a few steps before a figure rushed out of the road and lunged towards him.

"Ahh Yuan Bao was startled, and then he screamed and asked the man to cover his mouth and nose. The sword in his hand became a child's toy in front of the man, and he was snatched and thrown on the ground. And he himself was dragged into the grass by the man.

Jun Qinglan's situation is not easier than that of ingots. After beating him and leaving with her porter, she leaned on the carriage without saying a word, and looked leisurely.

The hostage's too casual expression was always inexplicably unreassuring, and the coachman couldn't help but open his mouth after looking at her for a moment: "Lord Jun had better not do anything unnecessary, people who fall into the intoxicating fragrance can't escape at all." ”

"Who told you I was going to run?" Jun Qinglan looked at the coachman quietly: "I'm just thinking, who is going to such great lengths to invite me there." Your master is a powerful person in Beijing. ”

The coachman's face froze, and he immediately hooked the corners of his lips: "How is it possible?" We've already left Yanjing. ”

"Heh, you're not very clever at tricks." She couldn't see people's hearts, but the coachman's smile had already betrayed him. So embarrassing and far-fetched, isn't it a matter of heart?

The coachman breathed a sigh: "Don't guess, you don't have to guess, you will meet my master later." ”

"Then let's change the subject." Jun Qinglan changed her posture and asked herself to sit more comfortably: "Guess, why am I walking with you so cooperatively?" ”

This sentence really succeeded in attracting the coachman's attention again, and the man's expression immediately became solemn: "What did you leave behind?" ”

Jun Qinglan only smiled and said nothing.

The coachman got up suddenly, gritted his teeth and looked into the bushes, and it was difficult to hide his anxiety in the dark color: "What's the matter, so long!" ”

"Why don't you go and see? I don't mind waiting on my own. ”

"You!" The coachman turned his head, and a cold light appeared in his eyes: "What tricks are you playing with that stinky boy?" I advise you to be honest so that you don't suffer from flesh and skin. ”

"What tricks can I play? I don't even have the strength to pinch an ant to death right now. Jun Qinglan Shi Ran said: "Do you have no confidence in yourself, or do you have no confidence in your intoxicating incense?" ”

The coachman frowned, his eyes swelling, and he was obviously preoccupied. After a long time, he suddenly got into the car and grabbed the horsewhip.

"What do you do?"

"My master only instructed you to come over, and in that case, there is no need for the inconsequential to wait. Someone knows how to cook. As he spoke, the coachman raised his whip and threw it down on the horse's back.

Jun Qinglan closed her eyes. I haven't come back for so long, something must have happened. Yuanbao, you must escape back safely!

However, the whip drawn by the coachman was slow to come out. Instead, a muffled sound came from the door, and the next moment the driver was heard shouting.

"Who? Come out! ”

Jun Qinglan stared at it, and there was a bow and arrow firmly nailed to the car door. The tail of the arrow is as black as ink, with an incredible metallic sheen, swaying in the wind. The arrow was completely submerged in the plank, and it was no longer visible.

This is...... Ink Feather Arrow?

Jun Qinglan's heart trembled, and her breathing slowed down by half a beat. Legend has it that there was an army in Northern Xia that year, called the Moyu Army, which used to use Moyu arrows. However, this legendary team gradually disappeared into the long river of history with the decline of Duanwangfu.

Now, the Ink Feather Arrow has appeared. It means ...... Li Congyao is here?

Smoke and dust billowed in front of him, and the sound of horses' hooves became clear like a drumbeat. A ride like dust, fast as lightning. Wrapped in a fierce murderous aura, Huo came with a roar.

The man turned against the light, and bent his bow and arrows. A bright arrow shot at the coachman's throat. The driver was taken aback and rolled over and got out of the car. Although he avoided the Mo Yu arrow, the empty door in the carriage behind him was wide open.

At this moment, Li Congyao urged the horse to come. In the sunshine, he stretched out his hand towards Jun Qinglan. The sun gilded his cheeks with a faint gold, and his pale complexion was a meager shade of blood at that time, and he suddenly became angry.

Jun Qinglan's entire heart was ignited at that moment, and he did not hesitate to put his palm on his palm. Li Congyao's arm was slightly forced, and Jun Qinglan's body made him pull into the air and fall steadily in front of him.

"Hold on, let's go!"

The man's breath sprayed on her erect neck, slightly cool and slightly itchy. His arms passed under his armpits, and through the thin fabric, Jun Qinglan could clearly feel the solid muscles in his arms. All of this is reassuring.

"Okay." At this time, it is superfluous to say anything other than this one word. Jun Qinglan tasted the protection of others for the first time, although she always felt that she didn't need it. But, in fact, this taste is quite good.

The coachman stood still, staring coldly at everything between the two. It wasn't until Li Congyao turned the horse's head that he quietly pasted it up.

There was a flash of green thunder and lightning in the air, and the cold breath approached Li Congyao. No one could see when the driver made his move, and no one saw how he made it. By the time I saw it, the sword was already in sight.

Jun Qinglan's heart was horrified. She never thought that the coachman's kung fu and body skills would be so weird. This kind of skill has already surpassed the master in her cognition, he is not a human at all, just like a ghost that suddenly appears in the dark night, making people unguardable.

Li Congyao's face was as usual, there was no panic on his cheeks, and even his breath was as stable as before. Only slightly sideways his head, Ren Senleng's sword blade slashed from the side of his face. The sword qi forced Jun Qinglan, Jun Qinglan's heart froze, and the teeth forced by the sword qi gurgled. Li Congyao raised his hand and flicked it on the blade of the sword. He flicked his sword away.

"Hold on." Li Congyao's lips pressed against her ear and said quickly: "If you fall, this king may not be able to save you a second time!" ”

His voice was as indifferent and ruthless as ever, but it made Jun Qinglan's heart warm when he heard it. Li Congyao is a person who is not good at expressing himself, but when he is alive and dead, he is still telling her to hold on to the reins, what a lot of face this has given her!

Li Congyao didn't take any blades, only raised the horsewhip in his hand and shook it off. The horsewhip was like a spiritual snake, and suddenly it had a thousand strengths, and went straight to the coachman's door.

The coachman didn't dodge or dodge, shook the long sword in his hand, faced the whip wind, and stabbed straight into Li Congyao's chest. Jun Qinglan was shocked, where is this fighting? It's clearly playing with your life!