Chapter 2: Murder Weapons from the Sky

In a wood, a group of black-clothed men surrounded several teenagers in fancy clothes, armed with weapons.

"Long Zhixuan, you didn't expect it, I'm ...... No, I'm no longer 'me', I'm 'me', hahaha." A mediocre-looking man sat on the ground with a long sword, and a handsome young man with a childish face that still gave people an inexplicable sense of weirdness said with a laugh.

The young man who was pointed at by the sword and called Long Zhixuan didn't seem to have a trace of fear, but looked at a heroic young man in armor beside him with a little smile, this heroic young man touched his head in embarrassment, and glanced at an indifferent young man in a wheelchair in white clothes behind Long Zhixuan out of the corner of his eye.

"Did you lose?" The heroic young man in armor seemed to look at Long Zhixuan with an unwilling face.

"Lost." Long Zhixuan nodded.

"Did you really lose?" The heroic boy in armor struggled and asked again.

"Really." Long Zhixuan finally chose to hit him.

"You guys!!" The man holding the long sword kept shaking his hand, and roared angrily: "Long Zhixuan, you!!" The man with the long sword slowly calmed his mood and tugged at his lips: "Xingchen National Master, General Mo Yan, if the two of you are willing to surrender to me, I can let you go and let you have more power."

"Haha." The heroic young man in armor covered his mouth and smiled, squinted at the young man in the wheelchair, and said, "If, I say me and Xingchen, you can only choose one, who do you want?"

"......" The man with the long sword was obviously stunned.

Suddenly, the teenager in a wheelchair also sketched a playful smile, but didn't say anything.

"Do you really think I'm a fool? Who doesn't know that Xingchen Mo Yan and the two of them are not friends between you and me at all, and you are obviously playing tricks on me."

"Who is friends with such people."

"I don't have such stupid friends."

Long Zhixuan pressed his temples, rolled his eyes helplessly, still ignoring the man with the long sword, and looked at the sky, but he suddenly saw a black shadow appear in the sky, so he squinted suspiciously.

"Something seems to have fallen from the sky."

"Long Zhixuan, you think I'm going to believe you...... Ahh Before the man with the long sword could finish his declaration of disdain, he was slammed into the ground by a heavy object, and the moment of heavy blow made him sink into the ground, and he had less air in and more air out.

"So, I said it", Long Zhixuan muttered, "It's rare for me to tell the truth."

To the man who was deep in the pit, the man with the long sword said pitifully: "I knew that others would be even more unlucky when he told the truth, and the little ones, call it a day."

A group of swords-rattling black-clothed men who were still surrounding Long Zhixuan and the three of them instantly put away their weapons, and then pulled up the man who fell from the sky and put him on the ground next to him, and then tied up the half-dead person who was crushed, and evacuated in a disciplined manner.

"Xiao Yan, I just said that you don't want to bet with Xiao Chen, you know that you won't win and gamble, I really don't know why you want to be bored and humiliated." Long Zhixuan spread his hands and shook his head helplessly: "Fortunately, Xiao Chen had the foresight to break his men one by one and replace them with our people, otherwise it would be really troublesome."

"Compared to this......" Xingchen, an indifferent young man in a wheelchair, said slowly: "What is this falling from the sky?"

Saying this, Long Zhixuan and Mo Yan surrounded them with a curious expression.

"It's like a person." Mo Yan was silent for a long time and said.

"I don't need you to say that I know, but ......" Long Zhixuan looked at the sunlight outside the layers of branches and leaves, and then pointed to the sky: "Falling from the sky?"

"Let's take her back first." Xingchen said indifferently, but there was a hint of imperceptible deep meaning between his eyebrows, and then he instantly returned to normalcy and looked at Mo Yan.

"Oh, then bring it back." Long Zhixuan also looked at Mo Yan calmly.

"Hey, why are you all looking at me like this, he's so dirty, I don't want to carry him." Mo Yan looked disgusted.

Xingchen didn't mean to pay attention to Mo Yan at all, and turned his wheelchair and began to move forward.

Mo Yan looked at Long Zhixuan pitifully.

"I am the Emperor." Long Zhixuan raised his nose: "You dare to let me carry him?"

So, a teenager in a wheelchair and a bouncing teenager plus a teenager with a masochistic look on his back dragged the tail shadow of the sun and slowly advanced towards the palatial palace.