Zhi'er was red-eyed, where would she listen? Wang Weiguan used the sword, and was about to step forward to meet the battle after getting the order of the imperial official, Zhi'er withdrew the golden gourd, and almost injured the Wang Weiguan by mistake with a hula sound.

The wolf Shao was not in a hurry, his feet moved faster, and he squatted to avoid the golden gourd flying from his head, and quickly swept to the window to prepare to escape, but it was another incomparable coincidence, the disciple who planned to sneak attack Mrs. Bailing from behind was breaking in from the window, and met the wolf Shao to escape from the window, the two of you blocked my entrance, I blocked your retreat, and the heads "banged" together, while covering their heads and howling, they looked up and looked at each other, and found that they were all their own people.

Zhi'er pointed to the window and shouted, "There is another one, don't even think about running either!"

The messenger commanded, "Hurry up!"

The wolf shao rushed out in a hurry, but the disciple who was about to sneak attack was also a straight brain and unwilling to back down, and even blamed him: "Can the desert wolf still do things badly?" The wolf shao didn't have time to argue with him, and stretched out his hand to push, of course, the strength was greater than that of the sneak attacker, and occupied the advantage of the wide and stable indoor ground, and the disciple who tried to break in stepped on the cornice, and the body against the wall would lose his balance if he leaned back slightly. The wolf Shao's palm knocked him out of the window, and when he was about to jump out of the window and escape, Zhi'er hit a gourd again, and the wolf Shao, who didn't have time to turn back, only heard the wind behind him, and quickly dodged his head sideways, and jumped out of the drunken fairy building with his feet on the window lattice, although he avoided the gourd, but as soon as he landed, the soldiers who had already arranged an ambush by the imperial officer rushed up and surrounded him, and the three disciples of Xuantong Jushi were also arrested.

The wolf fell to the ground in discouragement, simply motionless, allowing a circle of knives and guns to be pointed at his head. He blinked, and there was actually Yaxing, looking at the stars faintly visible in the night sky, he reached out and took out a chopstick that came over and put it in his mouth to chew, and there were still a lot of complaints in his heart: Why didn't Brother Jiayang appear? Isn't Mrs. Bailing his old friend?

The royal officer held on to the window lattice and saw everything that happened on the street downstairs, and coughed: "Don't kill, stay alive." "Lady Bailing hastened to calm him up.

"All caught?"

"At present, a total of four assassins have been arrested, and Lieutenant Wang is still leading people to search the entire restaurant for suspicious people. The envoy hurriedly checked to see if the imperial official was injured, and at this moment, the onset of soul smoke addiction could not be concealed.

"My lord, are you all right? Just now, the lower official watched you and the assassin fight, and he was almost scared to death. Xia Guan personally invited Master Taishi to see him, and Feng Lincheng must give an explanation. If the thieves cannot be eradicated, for the sake of safety, it is better for the adults to return to Jun'an City as soon as possible!"

The Imperial Officer opened his mouth and sat down tiredly, this time the addiction seemed to be manageable, and it had subsided a little. Madame Bailing understood that her husband had a wish and did not want to return too early, and was about to say a few words for him, when the royal official waved his hand and signaled to the envoy and Madame Bailing not to say much, and to give herself some purity.

The assassination in the box was temporarily stopped.

Let's talk about Qibei and Xiaosha.

Anyway, the great plan of the two was ruined the moment Qi Bei rushed downstairs to block the old storyteller's mouth. Mrs. Bailing's box was in full swing, and it had nothing to do with Qi Bei.

Xiao Xiao is about to hate this Yunju to death - what a good, what a rare opportunity, Yunju you really know how to mess things up - good at it!

Just when Xiao Xiao was standing outside the box and hesitating whether to save Mrs. Bailing, or to stop Yunju from colliding with his master first, Qi Bei was about to rush to the stage to block the old man's big mouth that was bubbling out of everything. Where can Xiao Broken delay? Hurry up and stop the stupid cloud horse who committed the following crimes.

Among the noisy and chaotic diners, he didn't notice that a man in white stood behind the sunken stone bonsai of East Lake and hid half of his face, which had both the charm of a woman and the masculinity of a man. There was a very clear sound of fighting and smashing things in the box, and the guests were in a commotion, trying to figure out what was going on and flee for their lives as soon as possible. Only the white-clothed figure was ghostly, leaning against the pillar and not moving.

Open your palm, and in the palm of your hand lies a seven-sided chess piece. Of the seven faces, three have turned black, and the fourth has flickered brightly and darkly, indicating the uncertainty between life and death.

The white-clothed ghost, who looked like a man and a woman, looked in the direction of the storyteller's platform from a distance, and a grim smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The storyteller held the waking wood and made a circle around Qibei.

It's also very interesting to say, a second ago Qi Bei only felt that his hands were very powerful, and he drove his chest to expand through his arms, which seemed to contain a domineering spirit that soared into the sky, and his mind was hot regardless of covering the old man's mouth, he had lived for nearly twenty years in his life, and his movements had not been so comfortable.

The white-clothed ghost aimed at the reckless back and hurriedly threw the chess pieces.

What a refreshing seven-kill move, a seven-kill move from the hand of the white-clothed ghost himself!

Seven kills make moves, fight gods and kill demons, and attract death. If this hits Qibei, it will be wiped out in ashes all of a sudden.

With only Qi Bei's current skill that he has for a while and does not have for a while, and his unstable state, how can he detect that someone is killing someone behind him, and even if he detects it, he and Xiao Fragment are superimposed together, and he has no ability to dodge it at all.

And at this second, the old man spit out the chicken thigh meat that had chewed more than half of it, and almost sprayed it on Qi Bei's face, Qi Bei wanted to avoid the chicken leg meat, and his body naturally squatted down, only then did he realize that there was a murderous cool breeze behind him, and he felt a sigh in his heart, and in a panic, the footsteps that were about to take the stage took advantage of the smooth movement of flying down from the upstairs, and he should have stepped on it smoothly, but he got stuck, his body stumbled, his feet were crooked on the last step, and he almost fell in front of the old man and fell into the mud.

Of course, the Seven Kills Chess missed, brushing the hair on the top of Qi Bei's head.

Before Qi Bei fell, he seemed to see the storyteller take out a notebook from his sleeve and block something.

Qi Bei had a big life, and he didn't know that if the old man didn't spit out a mouthful of chicken thigh, he would have to sign the death record of Lord Yama for a second.

The white-clothed ghost opened his eyes, recognized the identity of the storyteller, and gritted his teeth and hid behind the sunken stone bonsai.

Then, Qi Bei's ears heard small shouts such as "he is the master". The old man waved his sleeves calmly, and took back the script that had been pierced - the Seven Kills Chess was indeed infinitely powerful, sinking the Nine Heavens upwards and penetrating the eighteenth layer of hell downwards, and the super three-layer thickened magic weapon that had taken 18,000 years to refine was actually scrapped with one blow.