All his enemies fell, and he stood unscathed.

There was a dead silence.

The sound of blood dripping and gurgling could almost be heard in the room.

The dazzling red blooms in this watery spring, in this huge wedding banquet.

Everyone was stunned, including Yulin, including the people in charge.

The young eunuch's eyes widened, and he looked at the old man who had always been gentle and elegant in disbelief, and he almost wondered if he was dreaming.

The clerk in charge of the government kept swallowing saliva in his throat, like blood on the ground, which had been drained from his body.

Yulin inside and outside the gate stared at the demon-like adult with a cold face, and tightened the spear and spear in his hand to determine whether he had grasped it.

This is our Xiangye?

This is our lord?

This is the weak Chinese book order that we want to easily kill tonight?

It's ridiculous.

Everyone made a mistake in their hearts.

Who said that Zhongshu Ling can't kill people?

Who said that Zhongshu Ling can't do martial arts, and you can't know martial arts?

Guan Qinghe held a long knife, slowly and steadily stepped over the corpse lying on the ground, and held his wife's hand tightly.

The eldest lady kept her eyes closed and didn't look at anything, she was like a toddler girl, trustingly letting her husband lead her, step after step.

They have come a long way through the ages, all the way to where they are today.

Today, go again.

The moon disappeared into the clouds, and the spring breeze at night was a little stronger, and the firelight shook and became dim.

Although all the light can illuminate a piece, in the depths of the night, it is still dark.

Lin Rong's young and handsome face was a little blue, today, he felt an unprecedented shame, he came in high spirits, thinking that he had made great contributions to the Tang Dynasty, but he was first ignored by Guan Qinghe, and then, his Yulin was killed in an instant.

His self-esteem was shattered by the long knife in Guan Qinghe's hand.

The delicate veins on the slate were particularly blurred between light and darkness, blood flowed into it, and red lines were slowly born, so everything became clear.

Guan Qinghe put the bloody knife under his armpit, stretched out his hand, and gently stroked his wife's still beautiful cheek.

"Are you still scared?"

He said.

The eldest lady shook her head slightly, and then Zhanyan smiled, laughing so much that tears flowed down her eyes.

However, it is still beautiful, just like it was back then.

Playing the pipa, I saw you combing your hair in front of the mirror back then.

Guan Qinghe nodded with a soft smile.

Then, he turned around, and in an instant he was back to the old man who was holding on to him.

"Xue Zhao, let's talk."

This is the second time he has made a request, and the momentum that exudes is just as irresistible, but the momentum that people feel is even more vast.

This is no longer a request, but a certain persecution.

"What do you want to talk about?"

This time, in the darkness, the equally young voice finally came out, and it didn't seem to have much patience.

"Let's talk about Kuo'er," Guan Qinghe looked into the depths of the darkness, as if he wanted to see through the vanity, see the bits and pieces, and see that there was no difference, "Let go of Kuo'er, I'll go with you." ”

Lin Rong sneered and said loudly: "Chaotic ministers and thieves, all over the house, a fool, what's the use of keeping him?" Kill, not a single one is left! ”

Guan Qinghe didn't look at him, staring at the depths of the darkness tightly.

The corners of Lin Rong's mouth twitched.

In the darkness, no one spoke, no response.

Guan Qinghe laughed.

He picked up his long knife and began to step forward.

The eldest lady followed him closely, not a step slow, not a step behind.

Lin Rong's gaze became cold in an instant, and the long knife on his waist was unsheathed in an instant, raised high, and then fell.

The black-pressed Yulin pounced on Guan Qinghe with a calm face, like a sea about to swallow a small boat.

Guan Qinghe entered the crowd and took the initiative to kill the crowd.

The knife rises, the knife falls, life, people die.

"Puff puff ......"

The sound of a long knife cutting through a limb is like cutting tofu, and the knife goes down, and the knife goes down again, and the blood comes out, and the blood spurts out, and it is scattered everywhere.

Guan Qinghe's knife is very steady, like playing a piano, full of rhythm, as long as Yulin is close to him, it will bloom one after another blood flowers, like cutting rice, crackling and smashing on the ground, guns, spears, knives, people, fell to the ground.

That kind of scene is very shocking.

Lin Rong looked at the person who was like a wolf entering the flock, the person who was still holding his wife, his face became more and more gloomy, and the hand holding the knife began to tremble unconsciously.

The spring night wasn't hot, not even too warm, but the sweat on his forehead kept oozing out, gathering more and more, running down his cheeks and down his chin.

"Is this still human?" He suddenly thought.

He has been in the army for many years, and he has seen countless brave and good fighters, and he has seen countless murderous techniques, but it is difficult to see a scene like today, especially in a civilian official.

His contempt for Guan Qinghe has long disappeared, in his former opinion, in front of him, the only thing that can have confidence in Guan Qinghe is political skills, but now, it is more than that.

Guan Qinghe's methods are very bloody, but they are very strangely full of beauty, very beautiful, very beautiful, very artistic conception, the knife is terrifying, non-stop, endless, as if unfolding an evocative and timeless ink painting.

The feather forest of the mighty Tang Dynasty, in front of him, was vulnerable, flying everywhere like weeds, and no one could stop his pace.

In this way, he was like a leisurely stroll, moving forward step by step, and the number of black-pressed feather forests was rapidly shrinking.

I don't know how many steps I took, but finally someone flinched.

That's sending people to death, not killing the thieves, it's useless, if it goes on like this, everyone is stupider than the old guy's son.

The shrinkage circle of the feather forest became smaller and smaller, and gradually and gradually, a large piece of space was vacated.

No one dared to come near him, and no one died.

Those Yu Lin, who had always been above the top, were nervously holding their weapons, staring at the man holding the knife and holding the lady with the eyes of Shura, and no one stepped forward.

In front of Guan Qinghe, they involuntarily gave way to a road.

Lin Rong's pupils constricted.

Guan Qinghe's knife came to his eyes and flashed his eyes.

At this moment, Lin Rong suddenly reacted, and his knife suddenly moved, and it slashed towards Guan Qinghe's neck.

The edge is on the horizon.

"Sonorous!"

The sword light was too flashing, and Lin Rong couldn't help but squint his eyes.

He felt like a lightning strike on his hand, and then it suddenly lightened.

Guan Qinghe's knife appeared on his chest.

In his hand, there was only a knife hilt left.

His face turned pale in an instant.

"Xue Zhao, agree to my conditions."

Guan Qinghe said.

Lin Rong was ignored again, but this time, he didn't have too strong a sense of anger, but was slightly confused.

Guan Qinghe's knife was in front of him, as long as he moved a little forward, he would smile Jiuquan.

For the first time in his life, he felt so close to death.

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