Xiao Dingtai left the palace, his mansion is in Dongcheng, close to Qinghuafang, which is commonly known as the prince street in the capital.

There were about fifty guards around him, and he himself was extraordinary, and because of his great military achievements, he had few opponents on the battlefield and did not take the world very seriously. After these people followed him for a while, he became impatient, grabbed the reins of the horse, turned his head, and said to the guards, "What should I do, what should I do, what should I do with my master?" Afraid that the master will be eaten by those girls in Xingyifang? ”

"How can it?" Xiao Dingtai's personal guard leader Shi Da is a short and sturdy man, with a big knife on his back, and a piece of tooth on the right side of the smile is missing, revealing a black hole, don't look at him lying on horseback like a monkey, he is also a powerful character on the battlefield, and said with a smile, "The subordinates are still afraid of this?" Besides, he is still in the filial piety period of the old king, and the lord can't do such things. ”

"Huo, stone monkey, you also told your master about loyalty and filial piety? It's not simple, I'll tell you the truth, today, the boss told us what is the father, what is the spring and winter, the master can't understand a word, the master doesn't care about these, the master is very unhappy now, don't follow the master, the master will find a meeting to have fun by himself! ”

When he had finished speaking, he slapped his horse and rushed forward. How could the stone monkey really let him go alone, and when he ran out of a stone's throw away, the stone monkey raised his chin at the person behind him, and the big guy followed together.

Xiao Jingyong's people followed from the other end of the street, Getai approached, and asked Xiao Jingyong, "Master, when will you do it?" ”

Xiao Jingyong's eagle-like eyes were tightly locked on the person who had already run away with only one black spot left in front of him, and his back molars were sharpened, "Follow first, tell Ge Mang to be careful, don't move the king of the second county, and leave him to me!" ”

"Master, the king of the second county, he ......" Getai wanted to say that the knife in Xiao Dingtai's hand was not so easy to deal with, but he glanced at the Fang Tian painting halberd in Xiao Jingyong's hand and shut his mouth.

The young man was dressed in black armor, his long hair was tied up, and the wind blew his black hair and the cloak behind him, and his sassy heroic posture was like a beam of fire in this dark night, illuminating the hearts of those behind him. The boy grabbed the end of his hair and bit it in his mouth, and a deep mark appeared on the right side of his face, which looked a little hideous, like a demon coming out of hell, he slammed the horse's legs, and the war horse under the crotch raised its hooves and jumped out into the air, like a meteor, rushing into the darkness ahead.

Xiao Dingtai himself didn't know where he was going, he seemed particularly irritable, after Xiao Dingquan ascended the throne, what he said and did was the same as he used to be, and now he regrets a little, he didn't spend more time to understand Xiao Dingquan before, so that now he is in such a passivity.

In any case, he can't keep Xiao Jingyong's two little bastards, he can't forget it until now, Wen's eyes when he died, he was obviously moving behind her back, but he clearly saw himself reflected in her pupils, she stared at him deadly, her lips pursed, he felt that she heard what she had to say clearly, she said, her son would help her take revenge!

Oh, just a cheap bitch, stupid to the extreme, thinking that Xiao Dingquan would really take her seriously, and trust Xiao Dingquan so much, what did it end up with?

But now, Xiao Dingguo said that he couldn't bear to do anything, Xiao Dingquan wanted to do it but didn't want to bear this notoriety, it didn't matter, Xiao Dingtai sneered, he didn't do it, he came to do it, see which side they were on, would they attack him for a defenseless little waste?

Xiao Dingtai got lost, the horse turned around at a crossroads, it seemed that the four directions were exactly the same in the dark, just when he was a little impatient and wanted to run in a random direction, a sharp arrow swished towards him, he was deaf and clear, and identified the direction of the arrow, Xiao Dingtai tilted his body, avoided it, reached out and grabbed it, grabbed the hilt of the sword, turned his head and looked behind him.

In the hazy moonlight, above the roof, against the background of the dark night sky, stood a man, he was wearing black armor, his cloak was flying in the wind, his face was covered with a black mask, only a pair of dark eyes were exposed, he held a Fang Tian painting halberd in his left hand, and a bow in his right hand, and the arrow was shot by him.

"Who are you?" Xiao Dingtai only felt that this person's eyes were extremely familiar, but he never remembered who among the people he knew used a weapon like Fang Tian's halberd.

This person took a step forward and stood on the edge of the roof, one foot hanging in the air that could fall at any time, but he didn't move, squinted his eyes, and looked at him with disdain, "You don't care who I am, Xiao Dingtai, I don't want your life today, just one thing on your body!" ”

"Are you...... The man he sent? Xiao Dingtai's eyes suddenly burned like a flame, and he was so angry that his whole body trembled, he had long expected that Xiao Dingquan was not a good thing, and he could actually do this kind of halfway robbery.

While saying that his father's bones were not cold, and on the other hand, doing this kind of rooster and dog thief, Xiao Dingtai snorted coldly, and pulled out the wide knife behind his back, "Come on, rabbit cub, have the courage to take something from your grandfather, let grandpa see how powerful you are first!" ”

Xiao Jingyong looked at the person in front of him, how many years had he endured him in his previous life? The second uncle, the blood relatives who keep chopping, what so what? For many nights, he hoped that these people could see that they were all surnamed Xiao, and they were all the bloodlines of Lao Wang, and for his father's sake, he and his younger brother would have a way to live.

However, these people did not, robbed him of the throne that originally belonged to him, forced his mother to death, took away his lover, and killed him and his younger brother!

Xiao Jingyong didn't want to kill him with a knife for the time being, he also wanted to play a game of cat and mouse like they did in his previous life, first scare the mouse's gall, and then eat it little by little.

But he wasn't the poor mouse in his previous life, so how could he be in this life?

Xiao Jingyong's toes were a little on the edge of the eaves, his body rose into the air, he threw away the bow, raised the Fang Tian painting halberd with both hands, like a big peng, and pounced towards Xiao Dingtai on horseback.

Xiao Dingtai galloped on his horse, and also greeted Xiao Jingyong, raised the heavy big knife, and slashed towards the person in mid-air.

Bang dang!

The blades clashed, and the brilliant fire collided, lighting up the night sky on this side, causing the people chasing from both sides to pause in unison, and their eyes looked at the two in disbelief.

Xiao Jingyong's body spun around in the air, and when his body fell backwards, his toes slammed on the head of Xiao Dingtai's mount, and his body jumped backwards and landed on his mount.

Xiao Dingtai's horse fell to the ground with a weak leg, and with a wail. When Xiao Dingtai jumped off the horse, his body was oppressed by a huge force, and after taking a few steps back, he finally couldn't suppress the tumbling qi and blood in his chest, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Xiao Jingyong held the horse's belly between his legs and walked towards Xiao Dingtai. He is condescending, like the god of war from ancient times, an entity formed by the condensation of all dark matter in this silent night. The Fang Tian painting halberd in his hand pointed at Xiao Dingtai, the cold moonlight reflected a cold light from the sharp blade, and his voice was as cold as this cold light, "The blood oath written by Xiao Dingquan, did you take it out yourself, or did you do it?" ”