After eight years of pride, Yu Cheng asked to return to old age and be approved.

This news is destined for sleepless tonight...

In this way, as long as Yu Haoming completes the work of the prime minister within a month, he will leave Vermilion Bird City. ”

"He asked to return to old age in such a hurry, just because he was afraid that the secret would be leaked and he would not be able to die well!"

"You really think he'd give up everything so easily, don't forget, that one, but his own son!

"How could it be, he has the right to have no soldiers, how can he break the guards of the Vermilion Bird King City!"

"Hehe, no soldiers? Can't he do the method of assassination! The Suzaku Emperor is dead, he has been filial piety for three years, and the prime minister is presiding over the government of the previous dynasty, and it can't be justified!"

"However, all this has to be done if he survives tonight!"

"Indeed, there are many people who want him to die!"

.......

Night is approaching, there are no people on Suzaku Street early, and the people who come and go in the past are like birds on the wall, seeing that the limelight is not right, they hide in the nest that is quite stable.

In the distance of the deserted street, there was a creaking sound, which was the sound of a car crushing against the driveway, but the wood of the wheel was so old that it did not make a crisp gurgling sound, but an old squeaking sound like an old ox. The shadows lurking in the shadows could hear it clearly, the car was broken and moving slowly.

The prime minister is old! Like this carriage, it's time to change!

I don't know how many shadows have such thoughts in their hearts, but some people don't think so. They felt that Yu Haoming had come prepared, so they planned to carefully watch everything in the dark night, maybe this person who was over half a hundred years old would bring them some surprises.

The shadows in the shadows began to agitate, and the sound of footsteps sounded in the empty streets.

The carriage continued to move smoothly, as if the driver was deaf, and did not notice anything strange around him.

It was already night, but the air was very dry and dreary.

The coachman licked his lips unconsciously, looking a little thirsty.

On the pavilions, beside the streets, archers are ready to attack.

In an instant, thousands of feathered arrows burst out of the air. Not surprisingly, the carriage was going to be shot into a sieve, and the driver and the occupants of the carriage were going to die.

The shadows saw a black shadow flash to the top of the carriage in an instant, blocking the rain of swords in the sky. Since he wants to kill the prime minister with the most power in the dynasty, how can there be no capable person around this person!

The leaders of the shadows were mentally prepared, but they still felt that the wind was a little cold tonight.

There was only one person around the carriage, and it was terrifying to fight thousands of people with the strength of one person!

When the last of the feathered arrows fell to the ground, the shadows finally saw the man standing on the roof of the carriage and his weapon.

The coachman and his horsewhip.

It turned out that the ordinary coachman was actually such a powerful warrior! Even if they claimed to be strong in martial arts, they did not dare to take thousands of feathered arrows easily. This coachman is extraordinary.

However, the coachman, after all, there is only one person.

The shadows sneered, how stupid it is to resist the power of a hundred people with the power of one person! What's more, there are more than 100 people who have come today.

There is more than one force that wants to make the people in the carriage die!

Again, several arrows were fired.

One, two, three, four...

"No arrows!" the shadows touched the quiver behind them, and finally understood that the cold was not because the wind was a little cold tonight, but because of the unremarkable-looking coachman in front of them.

Chilling!

Every time the man received a round of feathered arrows, the shadow's heart was a little colder. One tube of twelve, this person received twelve rounds of thousands of arrows, and the shadow's heart was twelve points cold.

Then, there is anger!

Kill him! He must have run out of strength!

I don't know if it was the people of that force who showed their blades first, and for a while, thousands of people poured into the empty streets.

The coachman had already jumped out of the carriage, flipped out the simple knife that was pressed on the carriage, swung his knife to cut the rope that tied the horse to the carriage, and jerked the horse's back. The horse neighed, and was about to break out of the encirclement.

No one cared about the horse, for the chauffeur who had made them angry had already been killed.

They watched as the coachman licked his chapped lips and slowly pulled out the old knife.

The bright sword flashed for a moment, and then there was a thick ferocity, the shadow of death.

The knife is present, and the blood is drunk.

Like slaughtering chickens and sheep, countless heads rolled to the ground.

"A thousand people killed, because they swore to kill a thousand people, and people gave the nickname of a thousand people to kill. It is said that because his family was beheaded overnight, and he could not find any enemies, he vowed to kill a thousand people to comfort the family's spirits in heaven. I thought it was a rumor, but I didn't think there really was such a person!"

The people hidden behind couldn't help but shake their heads when they heard the explanation of the son who knew the most about the affairs of the rivers and lakes.

It's a pity, the dead man who has worked so hard for so many years is going to die tonight!

But it's just a pity. It's like the cattle and sheep you have raised for many years, and before you have time to exchange them for the same amount of value, they are all stolen. It was a bit of a pain, but it didn't hurt the heart and lungs.

Thousands of people, all killed!

Manpower will eventually be poor, even if this person is a martial artist with deep internal strength.

The coachman, who had drunk the blood of thousands of people, was shaking his hands and legs at the moment, and his whole body was shaking uncontrollably. Kneeling on one knee, a knife supporting his stump.

He was already very weak, his internal strength was exhausted, and only death awaited him. But he was still struggling to hold on, because he still had something very important to wait for someone to nod.

The carriage finally moved, and a man got out of the carriage.

The man was an elegant man, a scribe from every point of view.

Yu Haoming, Wen Cheng, who was above 10,000 people under the Vermilion Bird Country, saw the mountain-like corpse, stepping through the scarlet blood water, and he didn't even blink his eyes.

He came to the coachman, who looked up at him with great difficulty, and looked at him with a searching expression.

Yu Haoming nodded and agreed to the coachman's last obsession.

The coachman bent his last knee and offered the blood-stained knife in both hands.

The man in front of him took the knife and was going to fulfill his promise.

The coachman was satisfied, he was still on his knees, his hands hanging limply, and now he did not feel thirsty, for he was dead!

The thirsty one is the knife.

But Yu Haoming put the knife in the sheath. Now, it's not time to use this knife.

He looked at those who were going to kill him, and said coldly, "Come out!"

A powerful coercion swept in, and the people hidden behind those dead shadows instantly exclaimed!

Yu Haoming is a cultivator!

This was a big surprise to them!