Just when Zhao Qian ran outside the gate of the Dragon Diving Palace, a group of Imperial Forest Army had already caught up.

They were outnumbered, and soon they were surrounded, trapping Zhao Qian in the center.

Facing the swords, guns, swords and halberds that were dangling in front of him, Zhao Gan felt sad in his heart.

He never imagined that one day, he would actually fight the Imperial Guards.

I wonder if it's too late for him to take off his mask now?

At this moment, a very unbeaten voice sounded.

"Ha, it's the first time I've seen such a fat assassin in my life. I'm curious, how did such a fat body escape the inspection of the Royal Foresters? ”

If Zhao Gan's gaze could turn into a sharp arrow, at this time, the first year of junior high school would probably have been shot into a hornet's nest.

In order to prevent the matter from getting bigger and bigger, and then alarm the master, Zhao Gan has already put his hand on the mask, ready to take it off, and arrest him.

But before he could move, a familiar, majestic voice came from behind the guards.

"What's going on?"

"See the emperor, the emperor, there are assassins who break into the palace." A staff officer said loudly.

Zhao Gan's movements froze, and the whole person was frightened.

It's over, and the master will break his bones!

He could already foresee his tragic fate.

For a moment, his face was as dead as ashes.

But when he saw Lu Liangwei standing beside his master, his eyes flashed, both horizontally and vertically were dead, and before he died, he had to complete the task.

Thinking about it, he gritted his teeth, suddenly pulled out the sword at his waist, and made a false move, before the Imperial Forest Army could react, he had already flown towards Lu Liangwei.

His purpose was so obvious, he was going towards Lu Liangwei.

Chu Yi was startled, and hurriedly stepped forward and waved his sword to block.

Zhao Gan's offensive was stopped, and he secretly vomited blood in his heart.

The two hundred and five on the first day of junior high actually stole the limelight of the master's hero to save the beauty, and he really lacked it.

But although the first day of the new year is a little out of tune, the martial arts are extremely high.

was entangled by him, and Zhao Qian couldn't get out for a while.

Seeing that the master escorted Lu Liangwei to the side, he was secretly anxious in his heart.

The opportunity is rare, and after this time, it will be difficult to implement it again.

It is rare for the master to fall in love with a girl, and he has to help him to get the beauty back as soon as possible.

Chu Yi was secretly frightened, the other party's martial arts were on par with him.

The master is still watching from the side, how can he fall behind?

He was about to use all his strength to deal with it, but suddenly, the other party seemed to have already understood his path, forcing him to be unable to use all his strength.

At this moment, the opponent flew a kick, and the target was his next handicap.

His complexion changed dramatically.

I didn't expect this assassin to be so obscene.

As he defended, the Assassin had already passed him and flew behind him.

The master and Miss Lu Er were standing behind him.

Chu Yi was startled, and quickly turned back to volley.

But when he turned around, he heard a strange "bang", and then the smoke exploded, and an unusually spicy smell wafted through the air.

Realizing something, he quickly covered his mouth and nose and rushed over.

In the smoke, the fat assassin was already crouching on the ground, coughing violently.

"It's so spicy, it's spicy, am my eyes going blind?"

Hearing this voice, Chu Yi was stunned for a moment, and when he came back to his senses, he couldn't care about the spiciness, stepped forward, and grabbed the people on the ground.

After tearing off the mask on the other party's face, a familiar white fat face was revealed.

"Zhao Qian!" Chu Yi gritted his teeth, thinking that in the battle just now, this guy was so obscene that he could attack him, and he had the urge to castrate him again. </div>