The light outside was bright, and it was a rare sunny day in winter.

The actual time spent in the underground secret room was not long, but the feeling to Zhu Luan was very long.

The moment the door was opened, a cold wind poured in, mixed with the smell of blood.

The scenery of Shouantang, which was already familiar in front of me, has completely changed.

The flowers and plants that Mrs. Bai liked, and which were carefully taken care of by the subordinates every day, had been trampled into mud, and in the middle of those flowers and mud, the fallen soldiers were lying horizontally.

Human blood and flower mud mingled, and shades of red were scattered all over the cobblestone paths.

There are feather arrows everywhere, some are tied to people's **, some are tied to the pavilions, in the forest made of feather arrows, you can barely see that two different groups of people and horses are fighting, both sides have killed the blood, the strong men are all hung with colors, their eyes are red, but they keep blindly slashing.

Of the two groups, one was dressed in civilian clothes, each dressed in a different way, with a large and small piece of hard armor tied to his body, while the other group wore the uniform clothes of the British Princess.

This wave of people dressed in different ways, although the clothes on their bodies were tattered, the weapons in their hands were very shiny and complete, and they were shining with cold light.

The most eye-catching thing is a team of crossbowmen with powerful crossbows standing in front.

The feathered arrows that fill the courtyard must be the masterpiece of this crossbowmen.

Zhu Luan looked at the field, and a trace of solemnity appeared in his eyes.

Although the total number of the two groups was not much different, the well-dressed escort looked completely at a disadvantage.

The faces of the escort looked a little familiar, it was a group of people led by Wei Yong, who came to the British Mansion after serving in the army. Everyone in this wave of people has experienced the battlefield, although they are old, their bravery is not inferior to that of teenagers.

But at this moment, almost every guard had feather arrows on their bodies, and the tail of the arrow was broken, leaving only a short pole, which was shaking in the sight of Zhu Luan and others.

The bloody scene stimulated everyone's eyes, and the atmosphere of slaughter and the fierce shouts of killing beat the eardrums of the teenagers and girls.

"How can you be ...... like this," Duan Lizheng muttered.

For Duan Lizheng, who has been staying in the academy to study, cultivate, and compete, this kind of scene is the first time he has seen it.

Although as a man of the Great Zhou, he had been prepared for this kind of scene, but he didn't expect that the first time he saw the Shura field of life and death was not when facing the cavalry of the Houjin Palace, but in the courtyard of a family in Huizhou.

The peaceful courtyard where the old man once lived has become a living hell.

Zhu Luan looked at the scene in front of him coldly, the scene in front of him was indeed terrifying. Shou'antang's current appearance is so tragic that it is estimated that Old Taijun Bai will faint when he sees it.

But the scene outside is still very familiar.

Princess Jinyang was also by her side, with a complicated expression.

"It's just ......," she muttered under her breath, "like ......"

Zhu Luan, who was standing in front of her, turned around.

"It feels like the Taiping Palace that night." Zhu Luan's voice was soft, and his tone was a reminiscence of the past.

Princess Jinyang's eyes lit up with flames, and the palace changes when she was five years old were a lingering memory engraved in her mind.

The scene of the tragic battle in front of him, the terrifying atmosphere of internal fighting, is indeed very similar to the Taiping Palace in the year of the palace change.

In the killing field, the door of the originally closed house opened, and the two teams who were fighting fiercely did not even notice it at the first time.

"Hey! The people inside are out and hey! ”

A man in the two teams who looked a little thin noticed Zhu Luan and his party, his eyes were shocked, and he roared loudly.

After killing the red-eyed two teams, someone reacted and raised his eyes in confusion.

"Damn ......," shouted a man with the tightest earthen armor wrapped in the two teams at the edge of the intersection of the two teams.

"Found that kid!"

Zhu Luan was taken aback.

The others who were originally lightly on the side were also frozen.

A group of people in tattered clothes looked at Zhu Luan and them.

His eyes wandered over Zhu Luan and his party for a while, and then gathered on Zhu Rong beside Zhu Luan.

Zhu Luan frowned.

"Get out of the way!"

Everything happened in just a moment, and the crossbowmen who were originally blindly shooting arrows at the room immediately turned the direction of aiming and pulled the bowstring towards Zhu Rong the next second they saw Zhu Rong.

Zhu Luan's reaction was consistent with the time when the crossbowmen shot arrows at Zhu Rong.

Just as the wave of people turned the direction of the arrow, Zhu Luan did not hesitate to pounce on Zhu Rong beside him.

"Huh?" Zhu Rong's question didn't have time to be spoken.

Arrows rained down on him in all directions.

Behind the place where Zhu Rong was originally standing was a wooden pillar.

The pillar was nailed into a hedgehog in an instant.

"Kill this thief!" "He stole his eldest brother's gold!" "Kill that kid and clean up the portal!"

The wave of people who claimed to be bandits clamoured.

Zhu Rong was lying on the ground, listening to the shouts in his ears, and looked at Zhu Luan with a confused expression.

"What did they say?" The boy looked at the face of the girl who was close to him, and asked in amazement.

"The premise of this story should be that you are a member of a bandit group in the mountains, and one day you fled to the British mansion and were accidentally killed by the bandits who came to your door."

Zhu Luan looked at Zhu Rong and explained for a long time.

"How is this possible! How can the eldest young master be a bandit? Wei Yong, who was on the side, roared in a rough voice while swinging his knife to cut off the feather arrows that came again.

Zhu Luan propped up the ground with his side hands, turned over and sat up, looking at the tattered bandits not far away with a reasonable division of labor, crossbowmen, gunners, broadswords, etc., with a hint of coldness in his eyes.

"Nothing is impossible." She looked at Zhu Rong and said, "It's at this time that I say that." ”

"It's because ......," a flash of realization flashed in Zhu Rong's eyes.

"Because I don't exist, do I?" The boy whispered.

Zhu Luan nodded.

It's the best time to kill him.

Even if Zhu Rong is the last descendant of the British government, no one can prove this matter except for Bai Lao Taijun.

As long as he dies here, he's just a nameless corpse.

Whether it's a bandit or a thief, it's just a rhetoric, and you can play it at will after that.

If you want to cut off the inheritance of the British government, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Killing the children of the family requires righteousness.

But Zhu Rong, who was not included in the family tree, was not among them.

"Recite the genealogy and introduce yourself loudly so that others can hear clearly." Zhu Luan suddenly poked Zhu Rong.

"I am Zhu Rong, the eldest son of Zhu Haoyan, the third generation of British duke!"

In the midst of the chaos of the battlefield, a man who appeared to be the leader of the bandits waved his hand and stopped his subordinates.

"The third-generation British duke has no children," the bandit leader patted his chest and raised his eyebrows with a smile, "I want to trick people into doing some homework...... ”

Before he could finish his sentence, he heard a buzzing sound, and then his man did not move, and an arrow pierced his throat.

He only had time to say two words, his eyes widened, and he went straight down with a smile on his face.

This happened so quickly that no one on either side reacted, and the scene was deadly.

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