XVII, XVIII, XIX......

While fighting the men in black, the wind silently counted the number of these men in black in his heart.

This time, there were more than 50 people in black!!

Theoretically speaking, the upper limit of their mother's use of a scoop is forty, and I don't know if these more than fifty people in black can handle it, and most importantly, there is a guy wearing a black hat who has been standing without making a move.

Judging from the internal force he used to throw the secret weapon just now, this guy's martial arts may be above him and Mo Ying, but how high his martial arts are, he can't find out yet.

There are so many people on the other side, but there are two shopkeepers and housekeepers who don't know martial arts on their side, and there is also a highness who is so weak that he may faint at any time......

Ay...... The police are worried......

The wind pondered sadly as he entangled with the men in black.

"Twenty of you, entangle the wind and the ink shadow." The man wearing the black hat stood on the wall, looked at the battle situation in the courtyard with cold eyes, and gave orders: "The others, rush directly into the house and kill Beichen Yue." ”

"Yes!!"

The remaining thirty or so men in black, after seeing Hurricane and Ink Shadow entangled by their accomplices, did not fight too much, but turned around and rushed towards the house.

"Here they are, here they are!! What to do!! The shopkeeper had been listening to the movement outside the room, and after hearing the roars of the more than thirty men in black, he almost cried and said, "The wind and the ink shadow are entangled by them, how can we beat more than thirty assassins!" ”

The housekeeper's face turned pale, but he resolutely stood in front of Beichen Yue, and said in a trembling voice: "Just ...... Even if I can't beat it, I will swear to protect His Highness......"

When the shopkeeper heard this, he nodded hurriedly, protected Beichen Yue, and said with a resolute face: "Your Highness, don't worry, even if the little one dies, he will protect your ......."

Mu Jiujiu looked at the two of them with black lines, and then glanced at Beichen Yue, who was like a little chicken cub who was protected by them, and couldn't help but pull the corners of his mouth.

It's not a problem to kill these thirty or so men in black, the problem is that there are no weapons in this room that can be used......

She can't poke people with an embroidery needle, can she??

Mu Jiujiu's gaze swept around the room, and finally landed on the table full of dishes.

Pregnant!!

Her eyes lit up, and she turned to pick up the largest soup bowl, and the men in black had already rushed in.

The shopkeeper closed his eyes tightly and protected Beichen Yue's body, not daring to look at the picture of the sword slashing towards him.

Although the butler's face was pale, his eyes were staring deadly, and he looked heroic and righteous.

However, before the more than thirty black-clothed people flew in front of them, a goose-yellow figure rushed directly over, followed by a few muffled "bang-bang-bang" sounds, accompanied by the screams of the black-clothed people, one by one black figures fell from mid-air.

The housekeeper looked at the extremely weak side concubine in their minds in amazement, holding a large soup bowl in both hands, and smashed towards those black-clothed people with a fierce expression.

In just a few moments, the corpses of the thirty or so black-clothed men lay on the ground, almost covering the floor of the back room.

"Mother...... Empress...... ...... you are," the butler opened his mouth, feeling like he couldn't speak anymore.