Ye Qinzhu killed someone in a sense for the first time.

She watched Pei Shu walk out of the inner room empty-handed and out of King Lu's mansion, her body was frozen in place, motionless.

can't go, even if she knows that Dr. Pei's departure is tantamount to death, she is constantly telling herself that she can't go. 、

Can't catch up with him, can't try to protect him.

Because her spiritual power is lost, because she only has six stars, because the enemy is an eight-star spirit master.

Yang Qingjue silently put her hand on Ye Qinzhu's back, patting the girl's back like coaxing a child, soothing her trembling body that she hadn't noticed.

"We killed him, but we shouldn't take the blame for it. He said.

"We made a rational trade-off and gave up on him. But it's not us who really do it. ”

The streets are empty, leaving only the footsteps of two people.

Pei Shu stopped, and looked back to see a withered old man who was also gray following him, laughing heavily.

"Is it Han Yu at your feet?" Dr. Pei was also happy, and the wind and clouds lightly pulled up the homely routine, "Look up for a long time." ”

"Pei Shu, I've heard about it a long time ago. Han Yu politely replied, "I volunteered to join the army, I don't know how many poisonous formations I broke in Anguo, but in the end, I was implicated because the main general was unfavorable, and I could only live among the people." ”

"What's the matter? Doctor Pei, who used to be high-spirited, is now actually treating a little prince, healing his wounds, intercepting and detoxifying? Doesn't Doctor Pei feel ...... Have you succumbed to it?"

Pei Shu raised his eyebrows, stroked his beard, and tidied up to maintain his best demeanor.

"I thought you were here to kill me, but by hearing that, it seems that the person above you has other plans?"

Han Yu clapped his hands and pretended to boast: "It's worthy of Pei Shu." ”

"His Royal Highness the Prince of Ningguo admires your talent and wants you to abandon the darkness and turn to the light and recognize him as the master, I don't know if you are willing?"

Two old men were talking under the moon, one short and kind and the other tall and lean, but they both had the same frost and snow between their eyebrows, each representing the storms they had experienced.

"Thanks to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. Pei Shu clasped his fists with both hands, straightened his short body, and said, "It's just that Pei doesn't want to." ”

Han Yu's smile disappeared, and he pulled his five fingers like an eagle's hook, and the spiritual power in the sky condensed into a thin line, cutting in the direction of Pei Shu.

The spiritual power of the eight-star spirit master is unimaginably abundant.

The pain Pei Shu could feel reached its peak for a moment, and then disappeared with his consciousness.

Figurative spiritual power sliced through the old man's limbs, blood dripping from it, carrying with it the broken remains of the fallen corpse and the blinding head.

Han Yu's five fingers were bent, and the overwhelming spiritual power sprinkled out, like the autumn wind sweeping away the leaves, rolling up the blood and water, and sending all traces into the Nashi.

When he left, the land was as clean as ever, as if nothing had happened.

Pei Shu's information, Yang Qinghan can really not grasp much.

After hearing that it was this person who saved Yang Qingtan, Yang Qinghan was still a little unbelieving at first, and waited until Qi Qiaochu received information before he faced the news.

It's really strange that although he knows Pei Shu, he can only know about the deeds in his barracks.

What happened after he left the barracks, no matter how much manpower Yang Qinghan sent, he couldn't know.

Yang Qinghan didn't believe that Pei Shu alone could arrange things so orderly, maybe it was him who used medicine, but there must be someone next to him who could guess his thoughts first.

Who is it? Is it Ye Qinzhu?

On Ye Sheng's side, he sent King Changling over, and he believed that news would soon come that satisfied him.

As for Ye Qinzhu, let her go for a while.

How big a wave can a small carp make? Yang Qinghan was very curious and looking forward to it.

While Yang Qinghan was in a happy mood, a piece of news spread all over the streets and alleys in the west of the capital.

"In the houses near the western wall, thousands of bandits stood guard. ”

I don't know where the news came from, but it was quickly accepted. The common people could not get close to the house, so they could only keep talking to each other and whispering.

They are afraid, afraid that their peaceful life will suddenly be broken.

Early in the morning, hundreds of people surrounded the house, pointing inside.

The soldiers living inside were inexplicable, and some even took out weapons in an attempt to disperse the people.

The people's mentality is already unstable, how can they withstand such fright?

"Borrowed, borrowed. Just as the exclamations rang out, suddenly a man in a golden helmet squeezed through the crowd and opened the way ahead.

The Golden Helmet guards were followed by about a hundred people, and although they were few in number, some knowledgeable people recognized the identities of those people at a glance.

"It's Kyoto's Spirit Guard!" an old man at the front cried out in surprise, kowtowing in gratitude for the Holy Grace.

Hearing the old man say this, the crowd gathered together hula scattered a large area, and their eyes focused on the spirit master guard.

The Spirit Master Guard walked in front, and behind him was a person wearing a silver fox and a light-colored brocade robe, with a Luo umbrella on his head to show his identity.

His eyebrows and eyes seemed to be traced by the chief painter on clean rice paper, and a soothing smile on his face, and the unknown magic made the disturbing crowd involuntarily quiet.

"It's His Royal Highness King Zhao!" someone recognized the man with a crown of jade and shouted loudly.

"Is His Royal Highness King Zhao here to help us?" For a while, the people were a little hesitant.

Yang Qingjue, the king of Zhao, has always been the image of a sick prince in the eyes of the people. Although he was innocent and kind to his people, the people never took him seriously in their subconscious.

This time, Yang Qingjue came with the guards, and couldn't help but have a question mark in their hearts.

"The bandits inside obey the order!" Yang Qingjue raised his hand, his finger was Jing Zhaoyin's token, "Your whereabouts have been discovered by the Holy Lord, and now Your Majesty has sent me to arrest you and surrender quickly, so as not to suffer from flesh and skin." ”

The soldiers in the house were stunned.

They were not regular troops, and they were ordered by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to stay here.

Now they are regarded as bandits, and if they go out, they will not escape death. If they don't go out, as soon as this spirit guard comes in, they will have no way out.

"We were ordered by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to be stationed here, why did you arrest us?" the soldiers at the head shouted loudly and refused to surrender.

"Prince?" Yang Qingjue sneered and stretched out his hand to the soldiers, "As a soldier of the Ning Kingdom, you are not loyal to the saint, but you serve the prince, it is really ridiculous. According to what you mean, aren't you framing me for being disrespectful to the crown prince and trying to usurp the throne?"

"Daning has the law of the country, and those who commit the following crimes and attempt to rebel in vain will be killed!"

Yang Qingjue's hand waved, the token shone in the sun, and the soldiers led by him fell to the ground without saying a word.

More than 100 high-level spirit masters rushed out, slashing down with sharp blades in hand.

Some soldiers saw that the situation was not good, and immediately surrendered, while others were directly killed.

Yang Qingjue turned around and soothed the frightened people when he heard the words.

This extermination of the bandits who tried to rebel, the people who watched the onlookers remembered the most deeply, not the cruel murder scene, but the warm and jade smile of His Royal Highness King Zhao.