At night, the General's Palace.

The moonlight is bright and clear, and everything is silent.

From the outer wall, several masked black-clothed men suddenly jumped down, their backs pressed together, cautiously looking left and right.

After noticing anything abnormal, they walked in the familiar direction of the guest room in the back garden of the General's Mansion, with gentle steps and fast movements.

As soon as they left, a person came out of the garden behind them, this person smiled smugly and evil in the moonlight, and said softly to himself: "Miss Fu, Miss Fu, you didn't see such a beautiful scene, it's a pity." ”

After groping their way to the back garden, several black-clothed men opened the paper windows from room to room, looked inside, and finally arrived at the third room, where they saw a figure covered with a quilt on the bed.

The leading rough man pulled a piece of white rice paper from his sleeve, looked at the layout pattern on it, checked the house number again, put away the white rice paper, and said to the person next to him: "This is it, go in." ”

The rough man gave an order, and several people pushed the door one after another.

After entering the room, they checked each other and checked that there was no ambush in the room, and a man in black walked straight to the bed, glanced at the person sleeping under the quilt on the bed, and said, "Brother, I'm sorry." ”

As he spoke, the man in black raised the big knife in his hand.

The clean and shiny big knife reflected the light in the bright moonlight, and a Ling shadow fell on the quilt with a "bang".

Hearing that the voice was wrong, the eyes of the man in black who was covered and only showed his eyes froze, he put away the knife, lifted the quilt on the bed violently, and after taking a look, he immediately turned around and shouted: "Big brother, no one!" ”

"No one?" The rough man who stood by the door and watched the wind ripped off the veil on his face, frowned and walked to the bed, saw the broken quilt and pillow on the bed through the moonlight shining in from the window, and thought, it seems that he should not enter the general's mansion so smoothly, and then suddenly came back to his senses, he patted his head and said, "Oh no, I'm in the middle of the plan, go!" ”

The rough man gave an order, and several people ran towards the door.

Opening the door, in the dark night, they planned to disperse and leave the General's Mansion quickly, but as a result, as soon as they ran two steps, they were surrounded by the guards of the General's Mansion who ran with fire and arrows.

Inside the encirclement, airtight!

"My General's Mansion is a place where you can come and leave whenever you want!" With the words of this clear voice, the owner of the voice easily turned over and jumped into the encirclement.

Seeing Bei Chuchen, several black-clothed men looked at each other, they clenched their fists, and stepped back nervously and slowly.

Seeing this, Bei Chuchen also walked forward slowly. The guards of the General's Mansion followed Bei Chuchen forward, approaching the black-clothed men step by step.

A man in black who was about to retreat to the door finally couldn't help it, holding a big knife in his hand, slammed into the ground with a "bang", and shouted loudly: "Mother, fight with you!" ”

As he spoke, he strode forward with his sword, but after only two steps, he was killed by the sharp arrows fired by the guards of the General's Mansion, and the man in black spat out a mouthful of blood and fell heavily to the ground.

Several black-clothed men behind him looked at it, and looked at Bei Chuchen opposite with solemn eyes, unable to believe that Bei Chuchen really dared to make a dead move.

Knowing the doubts of the black-clothed men, Bei Chuchen smiled and explained in a very "friendly and concerned" manner: "Don't worry, you are not so useful, it doesn't matter if you stay tonight or not." ”

As soon as the black-clothed rough man in the lead heard this, he threw away the big knife in his hand with a "clang" and shouted angrily. When the few black-clothed people beside him saw this, they were also depressed.

"It's boring." A good fight was not completed, Bei Chuchen shook his head and sighed, raised his hand and gestured forward.

Seeing this, the guards in the front row crossed the northern early dust and stepped forward one after another, taking down all the black-clothed men who broke into the general's mansion at night.