Shi Qingran didn't react to what her words meant, but his heart subconsciously jumped hard.

Xingwang's heels went limp, and the exposed eyes were filled with fear and panic.

Lang'er stepped forward, cleanly freed his other free hand, and rested it on his thin back.

After that scream, Xingwang seemed to have lost all his strength, and only subconsciously leaned on Lang'er's thin wrist, his body trembling non-stop, shaking like chaff.

Shi Qingran raised his eyes and saw a strong smell of blood.

At the moment when she raised her eyes to look at the past, Song Yuchen just withdrew his hand slowly and methodically, and a touch of dark color wiped his snow-white cuffs and disappeared, leaving a string of dripping red.

And lying on the ground at his feet was like the commanding head catcher just now.

I didn't see him for a short time, and he was separated from the top and bottom at this time, almost out of shape.

The black hair was surrounded by a cloudy red and white cloud, and people were reluctant to think about what it was.

The public court not far away was also splattered with blood, and there were half-amputated fingers hanging on the shocking wood.

Song Yuchen naturally inevitably got some blood stains on his body.

Half of his face was shrouded in backlit shadows, and the corners of his eyes were slightly raised, as if reflecting a red flame that stretched for thousands of miles.

And when he slowly turned his head, his gaze was very calm and distant, and even seemed to have a little Zen pursued by the old monk who often accompanied the ancient Buddha of the green light.

For a moment, Shi Qingran was even in a trance, and he always felt as if he had seen a little human touch from the dark eyes of His Royal Highness the King of Zhennan.

But a humane person would not carry such a murder weapon with him, would not kill people invisibly in broad daylight, and would not be afraid at all when he smelled this rich and almost disgusting bloody smell after he had already killed someone.

Not only is he not afraid, but he seems to be very useful.

Shi Qingran shuddered unconsciously, and only then did she finally understand why she had to be mentally prepared.

Xingwang shouted a lot of movement in his voice, and the group of catchers who were originally instructed to go out didn't go far, and they all ran back "fluttering" when they heard the sound.

Song Yuchen waved his hand lightly and dusted off the blood on his cuffs.

His voice was as indifferent as ever, "How did it come so quickly?" ”

Shi Qingran didn't know how pale his face had become at this time.

Song Yuchen is not a weak scholar, nor is she a righteous gentleman, she knows it.

Song Yuchen has been on the battlefield, and she has become famous by fighting ruthlessly, and she knows it

But if she wanted to connect those eyes, which were always smiling, with the blood that presided over the killing on the battlefield, it would be very difficult.

She didn't know, and she couldn't imagine what it would be like to be as personable and beautiful as Song Yuchen, who didn't hold a folding fan and a sword, and saw blood when she made a shot.

"Here we are."

Lang'er's eyes sank, and he couldn't help but pull one big and one small turn to get out of the way.

What's coming?

Shi Qingran couldn't bear the addiction of these two people to playing dumb riddles.

But before she could answer, there was a sudden noise behind her, followed by a burst of screams in unison, mixed with a faint cool air.

When I turned my head, it was a group of catchers wrapped in official uniforms, and the one who took the lead should be the fastest runner, and his face was extremely pale at this time.

"Excuse me, I want to see your county commander."

Naturally, no one listened to his nonsense, and they scrambled to turn around and run, shouting as they ran, "Killed!" Dead! Dead! ”

The one lying on the ground was no longer their head, just a dead man in official uniform.

It's just a dead person, and it's normal that you don't need to be nostalgic.

"Tsk."

Song Yuchen pursed his lips slightly, as if he was a little regretful, and then waved his hand lightly.

A dark iron rope hit his cuff and flew out, piercing the air without saying a word, and flew towards the group of catchers without missing a beat.

The one that ran a little slower was the fastest with soft feet, and it didn't take much effort to get half of his head pierced through by the iron cable.

Before he could speak, or even feel the pain in the back of his head, he watched as the chains burst through his own right eye.

The dark iron was pliable and cold, and the warm blood flesh squeaked, and the dark color briefly bloomed into a bright blood flower.

Lang'er let go of the hand that held Xingwang's arm and instead covered his eyes.

Seeing the blood, Lian Zhou didn't plan to stop, and seemed to be more excited and more indomitable.

"Puff" a few times, before Shi Qingran could see clearly, the iron cable had already penetrated a string of heads.

The red and white liquid splashed on each other, and the catchers who were still squeaking and screaming just now died down in an instant, turning into a bunch of rotten watermelons in the hands of His Royal Highness the King of Zhennan on the spot.

The next moment, several black shadows flew down from all sides, rushed to the center of the hall with lightning speed, and hula-la-la-circle, surrounding the only remaining small catcher in the center.

Song Yuchen retracted the boat, the dark cold iron was still bright and bright, and there was no blood at all.

The rotten watermelons lost their support and fell to the ground one by one.

In the blink of an eye, among the people who were still standing, there was only one Xiao Kuai who was still wearing an official uniform.

Xiao Zhukuai was obviously frightened, the two trembled, his face was pale, he knelt down with his hands raised in horror, and very consciously took the initiative to untie the seemingly majestic knife at his waist.

The knife struck the ground, and his voice was hoarse, like a rotten piece of iron with eighteen layers of rust.

He looked at the group of secret guards who suddenly appeared in front of him, and Song Yuchen, who was surrounded by the secret guards, his face was panicked.

Song Yuchen said lightly, "Go and ask your county lord to come out, and say that this king is invited." ”

Xiao Yu blinked his eyes quickly, as if he had been scared stupid, and he couldn't say half a word.

He knew that if he didn't do something or say something, that strange weapon might come out of its sheath at some point, mercilessly cutting off his worthless head.

Song Yuchen sighed, and said to the secret guards beside him as if he had a headache, "Take him over." ”

Hearing this, the four secret guards didn't say a word, but they all moved in unison, holding the little catcher fast, and lifting his hands and feet high like killing a pig, and carried it away lightly.

The remaining guards also began to move the corpse beside them without saying a word.

Shi Qingran looked at those heads, and the steaming holes in their heads, and his mind was chaotic for a while, and he didn't know what to say.

She inadvertently looked up and saw Song Yuchen looking at her.

"What are you looking at?"

He paced slowly and methodically, followed the direction of Shi Qingran's eyes, and then smiled and asked her, "Why, do you want to learn?" ”