After waiting for more than an hour, the flowers were gone, and a carriage could finally be seen entering from the other end of the alley.

Although the carriage was not luxurious, and there was only one driver whose face could not be seen clearly, all the people waiting were standing in unison like elementary school students, and they knew who was in the car.

The Prime Minister is back home!

"Is that Huang Shang?"

Wei Jiu, Lin Yan and Nan Ding couldn't help but show excitement on their faces, and when they saw Meng Xinyue, they dodged and rushed to the front row, really going to take action.

The three shrugged and immediately stepped back.

It's hopeless! Wait for death! Leave!

However, faster than them were the nine black-clothed men who rushed out from all directions.

"Master!"

Wei Jiu and Lin Yan felt that strong sense of oppression, their faces suddenly changed drastically, Nan Ding pressed the gourd on his waist and flew back directly.

They know very well that the average level of the Tianlong World can be described as the first in the Golden Book, and it is not only the characters of the original plot who are threatening.

The plot that reincarnation is familiar with is actually just a big event.

may have a far-reaching impact, but the characters involved are only a drop in the bucket in the world after all, and there must be more masters doing their own things, and they can't understand it.

The current situation clearly belongs to this kind of unknown factor.

If you rush into it, you will definitely not know how you will die.

"Mingjiao thief? Dare to come to death? ”

Sure enough, the driver who was driving the car suddenly raised his head, revealing a pair of bright eyes, his hand shook, and the sword light suddenly rose.

In the eyes of Lin Yan and Nan Ding, who were also on the Gu Wu side, the coachman moved in an instant, changed nine directions one after another, and also handed out nine swords.

The sword is bloody.

But when the nine Assassins clutched their throats and flew out screaming, they saw in a trance that the coachman was in his place, as if he had not moved.

Goo!

The two looked at each other and swallowed.

I'm afraid this coachman doesn't have a star peak, right?

The best at it?

This man looks very young, who is he?

The next moment, the answer was revealed.

An angry voice sounded: "Murong Fu, you are willing to be a lackey of the court and help the abuse, we will not let you go!" ”

Murong Fu?

Not to mention Wei Jiu and Lin Yan, even the honest and simple Nanding was stupid.

Isn't this someone who should have appeared in Gusu Murong or disguised as a Western Xia Yipintang?

Why did he appear in Kaifeng Mansion in the Great Song Dynasty and give Huang Shang a car?

First batch of reincarnators, how many changes have you made?!!!

The love, hatred, and hatred of the last batch of reincarnators, it is impossible for them to know, but the second batch of killers has reappeared.

This time, there were more people, and they were all Qimen blades in their hands, and at the same time, the poisonous powder secret weapon slashed their heads and covered their faces, and sprinkled them towards the carriage.

Murong Fu frowned.

In fact, as early as half a month ago, he discovered the peeps of these remnants of the Ming Sect and decided to strike first.

But Gongzi made him feel a little calmer, and let these thieves peep into the Prime Minister's Mansion, and sure enough, when the guards were the least protected today, they attacked directly.

Although it is said that a long line can catch a big fish, but the Ming Sect died twenty years ago, and the internal chaos has declined, and it is really not worth the danger of the prince with the respect of the prime minister!

This thought flashed through his mind, and Murong Fu returned his sword to the sheath without hesitation, his sleeves puffed up, and he met left and right.

Whether it was a fragmented poisonous powder or a dotted hidden weapon, they were all pulled by the mysterious force, bypassed the carriage, and fought back.

The stars are moving!

The screams resumed, and the Assassins fell in a scream, but a third group followed!

Including the four people who were in front of the Prime Minister's Mansion before, this time the thief directly ignited flames all over his body, and rushed over desperately.

"Blazing fire, burn my body!"

"Blazing fire, burn my body!"

Listening to the pious voice that looked at death as if he were at home, Murong Fu's face finally changed.

Gunpowder!

In recent years, the Great Song Dynasty not only vigorously developed weapons and combat tools such as the Divine Arm Bow, the Eight Ox Crossbow, and the Poison Smoke Ball, but also developed the role of gunpowder.

After all, the physical fitness of the individual soldiers of the Great Song Dynasty could not be compared with the Western Xia Dangxiang and the Khitan people of the Liao State, but the improvement of equipment could effectively narrow the gap and even surpass it.

However, the Western Xia and the Liao State were not stupid, they had been sending fine works to steal secrets, and the more lustful moths in the imperial court sold the recipe to the enemy country, and now even the Ming Sect had the crude use of gunpowder and made a human flesh bomb.

No matter how exquisite the swordsmanship of Longcheng is, no matter how magical the stars are, Murong Fu is flesh and blood, and the power of gunpowder, he really can't stop it.

But when he saw that the thief was about to crash into the carriage, he gritted his teeth and was about to pounce on him.

You regard death as home, will my loyalty to my son be inferior?

Unexpectedly, at this moment of hesitation, a figure suddenly rushed out, aiming at the Mingjiao thug is a punch.

The speed of this figure is not fast, and the body method is even worse in Murong Fu's eyes.

But his face was unusually resolute, and he rushed forward without hesitation in the face of the terrifying figure shrouded in raging flames.

That kind of resoluteness made Murong Fu feel shocked.

"This guy is really fighting!"

It was too late to say that it was too late, and under the unbearable gaze of Wei Jiu, Lin Yan and Nan Ding, Meng Xinyueguan threw a fist into the fire, burning the skin and flesh, and flames spread on his body.

At this moment, a breath suddenly rushed out of the carriage.

Fill the heaven and earth, the greatest to the strongest!

Without any resistance, without any tricks, all the Mingjiao thieves fell down.

The flames were extinguished, as if nothing had happened.

"Tired son, please forgive your sins!"

Murong Fu half-knelt down, feeling guilty for his hesitation.

"The number of Mingjiao qi is near, this is the last madness."

A warm voice came from inside the carriage, and a gaze looked at Huang Shang, who was escorting: "Why did you risk your life to save me?" ”

Huang Shang puffed up his chest and said in a tone of excitement and excitement, full of exaggeration in excitement: "It's all for the Great Song Dynasty!" ”

This kind of acting skills is extremely clumsy in the eyes of Wei Jiu and the others.

At best, it is better than Yang Tianbao's staring performance, and it is not as good as the essence of her husband's greasy performance.

Can you fool Huang Shang?

Pull it down!

But it was this kind of acting that made the carriage silent for a while, which seemed to touch a soft place somewhere in my heart, and the tone revealed reminiscence: "You reminded me of a friend who traveled far away and never returned, who was also injured and fell in the backyard back then, preaching my sermons for the sake of the Great Song Dynasty...... Fu'er, take him into the house to heal! ”

"Yes!"

Murong Fu was also slightly stunned, but he didn't dare to hesitate, reached out to support the seriously injured Huang Shang and pulled him into the carriage.

It was only at this time that the people who were frightened by the assassination and fled in all directions woke up like a dream, and rushed up one after another crying for their fathers and mothers, to show their loyalty.

Murong Fu ignored no one, and those people could only get out of the way to both sides, with a humble smile on their faces, and hundreds of eyes chased after them, all the way into the gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Among these eyes, there are six of Wei Jiu, Lin Yan and Nanding.

They stood motionless in the wind for a long time.

The expression on Nanding's face was like buying a lottery ticket and giving it to a colleague, and then the other party won 50 million, and said tremblingly: "Did we miss the opportunity to fight for ten years less?" ”

Lin Yan's folding fan was half-open and half-closed, frozen in his hand, his suave temperament was not there, and his expression was like making an appointment with Master Li, but it turned out to be Biluotan: "It seems to be." ”

In the end, the two looked at Wei Jiu, who had turned into a clay carved wooden sculpture, and then looked at the big carriage that had stopped in place.

With such a big car, I'm afraid it's not comfortable to swallow, do you want to dip it in some sauce?