There is a big mink temple to come to the main gate of Li and proclaim: Your Majesty has summoned the third son to pick up the star platform to meet you.

The gun-wielding teenager grinned.

glanced at Wang Ling, who was holding King Yue's sword, and patted him on the shoulder, "Enshrine this sword well." ”

The third son went up to the star platform with a gun.

Jiang Zhaoyue is like a great enemy.

Liu Yin smiled without saying a word, and gently pressed this colleague, signaling her to relax, even if it was the third son with a gun, he couldn't hurt Her Majesty the Empress in the slightest-sighed secretly in her heart.

Your Majesty doesn't know, how can you not see it.

The so-called concern is chaos, Jiang Zhaoyue cares too much about His Majesty, so he is worried that the third prince will do something out of the ordinary.

The woman still looked at the direction of the sunset mountain, and said without looking back: "At this moment, you are holding a gun behind me, do you feel that you have a chance and are sure to kill me with one shot?" ”

The young man with the gun smiled bitterly, and stared at Xue Shengtang of the Da Mink Temple without a trace, "It's an opportunity, but I didn't grasp it." ”

Xue Shengtang lowered his head and lowered his hand, very respectful.

The woman nodded, "You're not as good as him." ”

The gun-wielding boy agreed, "After all, there is only one Yue Pingchuan in the cool world." ”

The woman waved her hand and motioned for the third prince to come forward.

The young man with a gun who covered the mountains and rivers hesitated for a moment, and in Jiang Zhaoyue's murderous gaze, he still put down his spear - in fact, he knew that if he wanted to kill the empress, he didn't need a silver gun like snow, he could kill with his bare hands.

But in this world, probably no one can kill them.

Walking behind the woman, he looked at the sunset mountain, and said softly: "Your Majesty has any hand waiting for Weichen's father?" ”

The woman was a little sad, "There is an old general who killed himself, you have seen, a lonely vulture. ”

"There is a Xizi boat lady who has also died, you haven't seen it."

"There is a rich man with a gun, if you count it, you have to call your uncle and uncle, but you are dead under the guns of the Yue family."

The third son smiled, "They are all old people in Kaifeng, my father must be very troubled, if I am the king, I should not be troubled, but-" The third son thought for a while, "If I am the king, there will be no possibility of this troubled situation." ”

The woman sighed, noncommittal.

After a long time, he said: "Two people die and one dies, you can be the king, either west or north." ”

The words were shocked.

The boy couldn't believe it, and for a moment his whole body froze, and then his face was ecstatic.

Turn around and pick up your gun.

Downstairs.

Go kill someone.

……

……

Mr. Hua didn't want to die.

Holding his arms and looking coldly at the man in the python suit who came one after another, Master Hua smiled very happily, happy from the bottom of his heart, "It turns out that you also have today, God is really eye-opening, so happy!" ”

The last old man on Qingyun Street had indescribable happiness on his face, like a satisfied man who had just climbed out of a woman's belly, "What should I call you, Lord Wang?" The Son? Bro? Brother-in-law? Or a little sunspot? ”

Yue Pingchuan didn't look at him.

His eyes fell on the Qianwang Mansion, looking at the prince who was holding the Heavenly Demon with a fierce appearance, and was silent.

The king sees the king.

There is still an empress above the king.

Zhao Li's hideous smile was very playful, and he laughed softly: "Do you want to try?" ”

Yue Pingchuan tightened the spear in his hand.

Zhao Li was indifferent.

Yue Pingchuan really didn't mean to make a move on Zhao Li, and looked sideways not far away, there was a prince squatting in front of the mansion, looking like he didn't think it was a big deal.

Seeing Yue Pingchuan looking at him, Zhao Changyi got up and smiled, and made a gesture of invitation.

Yue Pingchuan sighed.

Only then did he look at Master Hua and said in a low voice, "You should have died a long time ago." ”

Master Hua smiled, "It's a pity that I'm still alive and will continue to live, so you're going to be disappointed." ”

Yue Pingchuan shook his head, "You can't live." ”

Master Hua smiled, "I have mastered the marksmanship of the Yue family, even if the prince is alive, I dare not say that I will be defeated, you were my defeated general in Kaifeng back then, and you have been entangled in official duties all these years, but I have never slackened!" ”

Yue Pingchuan was silent.

Master Hua continued: "I think it would be very gratifying to know that you died under my gun. ”

Hua Xiangrong, Yue Pingchuan is concubine.

Yue Pingchuan's face was cold.

At the end of Qingyun Street at the foot of the sunset, a cold north wind suddenly rose, cutting the skin like a knife.

"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have died!"

Yue Pingchuan held a gun in one hand: "Do you know what the last sentence of Xiangrong is?" ”

Master Hua laughed for no reason, "My stupid sister must say, please you, the prince, leave me, the eldest brother who intends to subvert the Yue family and replace him, with a whole corpse, but unfortunately you can't do it." ”

Otherwise, why would the empress let herself live in Lin'an rich and rich.

Just to wait for one day, after your Yue Pingchuan dies, I will spend someone to carry a gun to Kaifeng and take charge of the situation in the north.

Yue Pingchuan's eyes tightened.

If it weren't for you and your father wanting to subvert the Yue family and replace it, resulting in the destruction of Huajia, and then betraying Kaifeng and being picked up by the empress, causing the Zhenbei army to be dissipated and greatly injured.

So, please die too.

Mr. Hua didn't want to die.

But he still died.

Back then in Kaifeng, Yue Pingchuan was always his defeated general, and the legend about the demeanor of the prince of the Yue family who had been passed from the north over the years was nothing more than hypocritical praise in his eyes.

He didn't understand why Yue Pingchuan's gun could really hook the heavens and the earth and cause wind and thunder.

It's like a gun god.

In the moment of death, he finally understood something.

The empress let herself come here, just by borrowing Yue Pingchuan's spear, she killed herself openly.

It's a pity that there is no regret medicine in the world.

Seeing that Yue Pingchuan shot and killed Master Hua three times, Zhao Changyi was a little surprised.

It's a bit perverted.

Qianwang Zhao Li snorted with a little disdain, but Er'er.

Yue Pingchuan led the horse, walked out of Qingyun Street, walked down an alley, and walked sixty meters to the steps in front of the small courtyard at the foot of Xizhao Mountain.

At the foot of the steps, there was a man in a blue and white shirt who closed his eyes and stared.

Lap horizontal wooden box.

Hearing the sound of horses' hooves, the blue-and-white man in the Confucian shirt opened his eyes.

Opening your eyes is like drawing a sword.

In an instant, the sword qi soared into the sky.

The invisible wind stirs.

Hunting in rags, for a while, swaying around without a trace and without rules.

The blue-and-white Confucian shirt, this moment is like a sword.

Yue Pingchuan frowned, "Good sword." ”

The blue-and-white man in the Confucian shirt was still sitting upright, smiling gently, "Good gun." ”

One shot is like a dragon, two guns are windy, and three guns are thundering, unstoppably picking and killing the flower master, leaving a whole corpse.

It deserves the praise of the gun god.

Yue Pingchuan stared at the blue-and-white Confucian shirt, and didn't feel that he didn't get up because he was holding it up, but he was afraid that when he got up, the sword would come out of the box.

On the top of the steps, the familiar sound of the piano was heard.

The sound of the piano is tight and tight, and the sound of killing has been ambushed on all sides, which is more and more heroic.

A helpless sigh.

Who is with you now?

The blue-and-white Confucian shirt man still smiled gently, "I have a few swords, if the prince can take it, I will retreat, if not, please retreat." ”

In fact, there is no way back.

Yue Pingchuan can pick it up, and he dies.

can't pick it up, Yue Pingchuan died.

Yue Pingchuan's face was solemn, and he kicked the tail of the gun lightly, and the spear pointed directly at the blue-and-white Confucian shirt, "Sir, please take out the sword." ”

The blue-and-white man in the Confucian shirt stood up.

The sword qi is in an instant, starting from the pale yellow, dancing in the temple.

I have a number of swords.

It can kill people, kill demons, punish Buddha, destroy demons, kill gods, and slaughter immortals.

I am a Spring and Autumn Scholar.

There is no sword in his hand, a sword in his heart, and the sword is green and heroic.