Wen Guanyu is like sitting on pins and needles, and living like a year. Although Feng Guowu no longer had to worry about his life, he was still weak, and he couldn't support the long journey at all, and he couldn't protect it at all if his tracks were leaked.

If the third brother was really saved by King Ding, with his understanding of King Ding, he would be more at ease. But the owner of this Yingcheng village is strange and has a mysterious demeanor, and even the person who serves tea and water can see that he is well-trained and has strict rules. In this way, even if he didn't show that it would be unfavorable to them, how could he leave him here alone with peace of mind.

What's more, since this afternoon, no news of him has come in.

"Second brother, go back first!" Feng Guowu has a seven-trick exquisite heart, how can he not know his thoughts.

"I've had people outside ready before. You don't have to worry about it, the most important thing is to take good care of your body. As he spoke, he waved his hand sharply, signaling him to remain silent.

Sure enough, after a while, there was the sound of wheels rolling in the courtyard, followed by the sound of chaotic footsteps.

He got up and went out. A screen has been erected in the door of the main hall. I don't know what material the screen is, but there is a faint smell of sandalwood.

The owner of Yingcheng Zhuang sat on the main seat, his slender fingers pressed lightly on the silver mask. His eyes were slightly churned, and the corners of his mouth were filled with a grim smile. But the silver hair ran smoothly through the snow-white face, and hung over the white brocade gown, which even a man like him felt was a fatal temptation, indescribably weird

Only for a moment when he was stunned, the little servants had already silently placed refreshments, folding fans, and scripts, and stood in a row against the wall.

He didn't know what to mean, and there was already a ping-pong fight outside. In just a moment, the bloody gas had already overshadowed the sandalwood, and the screams were endless.

"Master, what is this?"

"Kill me!" His voice was hoarse, and he calmly held a teacup—fair, delicate. No, it's just a little weird.

Even if someone came to kill him, what does it mean for him to hide here? But after all, this is too abrupt, and you shouldn't even ask who is coming. Well, he didn't know what to say for a while, so he just stood upright.

A quarter of an hour passed in the blink of an eye, and it seemed that hundreds of years had passed, and the screams were still one after another, but between the fights and jumps, there was only a slight popping sound, which showed that there was already a layer of people on the ground.

Bang –

The door was kicked open. The three black-clothed men soared over the screen, and the three long swords flashed with a cold light that had reached the door in front of him. At the same time, the panes in the middle of the room also rattled.

He was horrified, and jumped backwards, stepping on the door frame in mid-air, and the soft gun at his waist had already been drawn.

"Yes, it's the shopkeeper!" Someone from inside exclaimed in surprise and retreated.

His soft spear was deflected by a point, and he only picked it up at the man's waist, and let him fly out.

The owner obviously did not have the slightest intention of relaxing, and the fight outside became more and more fierce, and he screamed for another quarter of an hour before finally returning to calm.

He was so worried that he heard buckets of water splashing on them. Apparently cleaning up the battlefield.

It's over, it's over?

As soon as he thought so, he heard the footsteps of hundreds of people brushing together, and then they all disappeared into the courtyard.

Is there anyone else going to kill them? Is it friend or foe?

The owner of Yingcheng snorted coldly: "Young Master Wen shouldn't think that someone came to save him!" I advise you not to act rashly. How do you know they're not here to kill? ”

As he spoke, the sound of arrows breaking through the air was endless, accompanied by the Northern Qi dialect of "there is an ambush". His body shuddered. "Who the hell are you? Why did you bring the third brother here? ”

His breath was visibly cold. "Stop ——!"

The sound of arrows stopped abruptly.

"Wen Guanyu, you acted inconsiderately, and as soon as you arrived in Jinyang, you missed your whereabouts, which affected me, and you were embarrassed to question me?

Tell me to go on, since people don't appreciate it, I don't need to be the wronged leader. He is willing to let his people get involved and die, so let him go! ”

He was just about to explain, when Feng Guowu snorted inside, he broke out in a cold sweat, and threw himself in front of the bed.

Feng Guowu was panting, holding a bloody dagger, and only said "the second person", and his eyelids rolled and he fainted, and the blood in his abdomen had seeped out.

He walked around the back of the bed, and sure enough, a man in black fell to the ground on his back, his eyes wide open.

"Young master! Young Lord! ”

The three men who followed him finally broke in. Maybe it's being put in. He was not hypocritical, and commanded directly:

"Send a signal, be sure to protect the third brother!"

As soon as he finished speaking, more than a dozen people had already broken in.

The three of them tacitly forced more than a dozen people to withdraw, guarding the doors and windows, and leaving him to guard Feng Guowu.

Seeing that the position of the bed was not easy to hold, he pushed the big bed against the wall, lifted the door panel, and hid the board under the bed.

No sooner had he finished than someone barged in. Several of them were completely desperate to fight, and in order to entangle him, the other had already gone straight to the big bed and slashed down with a swing of his sword. He flew up and lifted his legs, sealed his throat with a sword, and slashed the man directly on the bed, pulling it through the curtain of the bed.

But more and more people came in, but his support showed no sign of coming. The owner of the village only sat upright, except for occasionally solving a few black-clothed people who were running towards him without opening their eyes, and he really made up his mind to stand by and watch.

As soon as he was slightly distracted, several long swords attacked him at the same time, and they only attacked but did not defend, which was a desperate tactic of the sea of people. After a few charges, Feng Guowu couldn't hide, and someone had already gone straight to the bottom of the bed with a long sword.

He let out a loud shout, kicked a few swords, and flew over with his strength, and the long sword went straight into the back of the man's heart, but at the same time, it also meant that he gave up behind himself.

The expected pain didn't come, and a few screams.

The owner's iron wheelchair directly killed one person, and when he flew himself, several hidden weapons had been nailed to the throats of several people, and at the same time, a sharp dagger was also slashed between the necks of two people. The wheelchair landed steadily, and he also sat down, letting the blood splash, and the white clothes were clean.

For the rest of his life after the catastrophe, Wen Guanyu bowed down and gave a salute: "Thank you owner!" ”

"Hmph—" He turned his wheelchair slowly, his eyes dark, covering his mouth and nose, and turned to watch his men settle the battle. "I hold a grudge very much, and I can't save you! I don't deserve a word of thanks. ”

"Owner!" A little guy ran in, bearded, but laughing stupidly. "Owner, the group of people who came in later are infighting! The movements are also soft, and I can't help but fight, and I foam at the mouth after a few clicks. ”

Infighting? Wen Guanyu was suddenly startled, his heart was crossed, he gave a few of his subordinates a look, and rushed out.

The courtyard was full of people lying or lying, all of them were bloody people with missing arms and legs, grinning teeth, and glaring, which shocked Wen Guanyu's footsteps.

What kind of infighting, it is clearly his people. Moreover, as soon as the people in the village walked, some directly made up the knife, and for his people, they directly skipped it, and it was very clear that they were distinguished.

He turned around and ran into the owner, only to feel that his dark eyes were slightly purple, but they were very bright.

"Owner!" The little boy flew again, startling the birds in the trees and swishing up. "The owner, Meng Xinghuan, the young master of Hanbi Villa, sent Lu Zhuangtou with five flowers, and said that we should go out with red cloth strips to clean up hidden dangers, and today their people will act with green cloth strips, saying that it is to avoid accidental injury."

"Then let's do it! At this time, it is indeed not appropriate to make extraneous branches. Lu Zhuangtou? Pry his mouth open. He waved his hand to let the little guy go, and looked back at Wen Guanyu with pity.

"Young Master Wen, it seems that you won't be able to leave in a short time. Why don't you make a deal! ”