Chapter 11: Assassination (2)

Assassination (2)

The Feng family and the fire family walked down the steps to the main seat, walking past the seats of the Meteor Family, Meteor Jue glanced up at the two young winged people, lowered his head and continued to drink. "Your Majesty, be careful!" "Whoosh", "Whoosh", "Whoosh" The three arrows shot straight from the crowd to the location of the Wing Emperor, and Feng Luo was the first to notice and react, grabbed the wine in front of Meteor Jue and threw it out, and at the same time, the figure flashed and grabbed the flying arrow. The fire barrier also rushed out at the moment when the wind shouted, blocking in front of the Wing Emperor. The three extremely sharp arrows were all intercepted in an instant, and most of the Wing Clan on the field didn't know what was going on, only heard the sound of Feng Luo shouting and the wine jug falling to the ground, and then Feng Luo and Huo Luo were guarding the Wing Emperor on the left and right, each with an arrow in their hands. "The arrows are coming from that side, you guys come with me!" The captain of the guard pointed to the crowd in the distance, and the guards hula rushed over. Huo Qi drew his sword and wanted to follow, but Feng Luo grabbed him, Huo Yan looked back at Feng Luo suspiciously, and the latter shook his head silently. I don't know who shouted "There is an assassin", and the crowd began to stir, and the winged people unconsciously looked at the winged emperor, but the old winged man still sat there with the same smile. The crowd soon fell silent again. Bi Yifei stood up nervously, Bai Yan also stood up, Bi Yifei said "I'll go to my father's place" and left. Bai Yan nodded and sat down slowly, but the pupils that were staring in the direction of the Wing Emperor shrank suddenly—there were assassins! Two black-clothed Winged Clans, one on the left and one on the right, quickly approached the Wing Emperor, armed with the dagger reserved for assassins. This is the real assassination, and the arrows just now are just to distract the Wing Emperor Guard. Feng Luo sneered, he had expected that this assassination would not be as simple as three flying arrows, so he had just stopped the fire barrier that was going to pursue. Feng Luo and Huo Yan were protected on both sides of the Wing Emperor, facing the black-clothed men on the left and right respectively. No matter how calm the Wing Emperor was this time, the crowd was still chaotic, and several family heads gathered the guards and shouted orders to "protect Your Majesty", and the civilians of the Wing Clan panicked and made a loud noise as they fled. "Children, come here" Bai Yan turned his head to see that it was the winged man named Lao Qi waving to them.

When Bai Yan saw Lao Qi waving to him, he remembered that when he was a child, every time Bai Wuye returned from a battle, when he entered the house, he saw Bai Yan squatting down and stretched out his hand to him and said, "Yan'er, come to my father."

Therefore, Bai Yan had a sense of intimacy when he saw Lao Qi, and he was about to go over unconsciously. But there were shouts and running footsteps from behind, and Bai Yan looked back to see that one of the black-clad assassins was running towards him, shouting "dodge" as he ran, and the fire was chasing after him.

Just as the black-clothed assassin was about to rush in front of Bai Yan, Lao Qi fiercely rushed up from behind and threw Bai Yan aside. Bai Yan only felt a great force and threw himself behind the table, and when he got up amid the exclamations of the people around him, he just saw the black-clothed assassin stabbing the dagger into Lao Qi's chest.

Bai Yan only felt a thunderbolt explode in his mind, blowing him up. Lao Qi smiled at him when he fell, originally when the next spring came, Lao Qi should have happily watched his beloved daughter get married, but now only the cry of the shadow remains.

White Flame felt isolated from the world for a moment, and stood there dumbfounded.

Bai Yan only felt the blood of the winged man in front of him gushing, some people were crying, some people were shouting, and some people ran past him.

In the sky, the huge moon is as cold as snow.