"That's the rebels?"

Yuwen Jue's throat was a little dry.

"It's not."

Gu Yao didn't look back, and his calm voice came whistling with the wind in his ears.

The man in black drove his horse to catch up, gradually approaching.

"Uncle Huang, hurry, they're going to catch up!"

Yu Wenjue has never seen any real death, and his reputation for cruelty in the palace is also mixed with a lot of moisture.

It was only when I felt death looming in front of my eyes that I truly realized the fear and urgency.

"007, how far are we from the male protagonist?" Gu Yao asked.

007: It's coming, it's going to happen in five minutes.

Gu Yao tightened his grip on the reins, slammed the horse's belly, and rushed up the hillside in front.

The pursuers behind him were in hot pursuit, clearly not intending to let their prey escape.

When Yu Wenjue turned around again, he had already seen that the weapon in their hands had turned into a crossbow machine.

A succession of arrows broke through the air—

Yu Wenjue felt that the hairs on his body stood up, and he shouted in a hurry: "Uncle Huang——! ”

As soon as the words fell, he fell into an embrace.

"It's okay, don't shout."

The voice above his head did not fluctuate, but it inexplicably calmed his heart.

The wide robes obscured his vision.

Even with the soul-chasing fear and oppression, they were also isolated from the outside.

The horse was so jolting that he couldn't see what was outside, but he could feel a flurry of broken arrows grazing his legs and scattering them all over the ground.

The sound of the chasing soldiers killing and the sound of weapons connecting with each other was endless.

Yu Wenjue could feel that he was trembling.

He didn't expect that he would be so cowardly, a little embarrassed and ashamed, but he couldn't control his trembling body.

Through the layer of robes, the hand tightened around him.

"Don't be afraid."

The voice above his head was low and calm, and there was no panic in the slightest.

At this moment, Yuwen Jue really realized how powerful he, the imperial uncle, was.

This kind of bearing that is still calm in the face of death, he will never have it in his life.

The sound of arrows raining down continues unabated.

The gate of Tongcheng has appeared in the field of vision.

Gu Yao controlled the speed of the horse, turned back expressionlessly, and the twenty-three people who chased after him were still quite a few.

The silver light in the palm of his hand secretly gathered.

007 surprised: Dad, you are so gentle and cute, don't use force, the male protagonist is approaching here, I suggest that the owner endure it again....!

Almost as soon as it stopped, more than 100 people suddenly rushed out of the forest, armed with torches and weapons, and surrounded Gu Yao and his pursuers.

Gu Yao lowered his head, grimaced coldly, and shook his hand.

The silver light in the palm of the palm dissipated.

Now that the male protagonist has appeared, she won't steal the limelight.

Yu Wenjue, who was covered in a robe, carefully lifted the corner of the robe, and saw the battle outside, his eyes widened.

Surrounded by layers, where is there a way to live?

Among the more than 100 people, someone shouted: "It's the killer of Chonglou, these people are not good!" ”

Before the pursuers had a chance to explain, the leading boy raised his arms and shouted.

"Kill them!"

The leading young man rushed into the pursuers, striking sharply, killing with one blow, without the slightest showmanship.

More than 100 people surrounded and suppressed the invaders, killing these pursuers without the power to parry.

The firelight swayed, the sword light and sword shadow, and the blood flowed like a river in an instant.

Gu Yao saw it and sighed.

is worthy of being a male protagonist, young, and in this world, he already belongs to an extraordinary level.

I lowered my head again and looked at the little villain trembling in her arms....

Sure enough, people are more angry than people.

Yuan Qi quickly solved the pursuers, and the wave of people he brought with him were all elites, and many of them were former rangers.

In terms of the kung fu of fighting alone, these pursuers are naturally inferior.

The field was cleared so quickly, and soon only Gu Yao and Yu Wenjue were left.

Yuwen Jue was secretly anxious, and he turned his head to look at the gate of Tongcheng.

The gate was closed, and there were people patrolling the city wall, all dressed in cloth clothes, obviously not officers and soldiers.

No one can solve their crisis at this moment.

"Who's coming?"

The young man approached with a torch, shouted in a clear voice, and the people behind him immediately formed an offensive formation.

Gu Yao escorted Yuwenjue and retreated.