Ziliang's eyes narrowed as silently as water, "Does it have anything to do with this?" ”

"And what does my business have to do with you?" Beiting glanced at him.

The-for-tat confrontation between the two did not last long, Ziliang withdrew his gaze, turned around the courtyard unhurriedly, and then left in silence.

But when Ziliang returned to the priest's hall, he found that Jing Yao was gone, his eyebrows were frowning, and his eyes were cold.

~

To the west of Yanjing City, a woman wearing a mask, holding a sword in her hand, pointed at the veiled person opposite.

He Lan stared at the other party closely, she couldn't see who this person was, and chased her all the way here, but she didn't say a word.

This man is a little familiar.

Jing Yao gritted her gums, waved her palm, and a group of people suddenly poured in from all directions.

Those people's clothes are not strangers, they are the people who hunted down her and Ah Jue that year.

He Lan's sharp eyes flashed, her lips were curled neatly, her fingers gently hooked her waist, and a black delicate pistol landed in her palm.

She played with the pistol, her green and jade fingers were extremely flexible, and there was no panic on her face.

Jing Yao didn't take that thing in her eyes, the corners of her mouth under the mask hooked, and she raised her hand slightly.

The group of Assassins immediately swarmed up!

Helan quickly raised his hand, aiming his gun at the fastest assassin.

"Bang-"

"Bang bang—"

Three shots in a row, right in the middle of the eyebrows!

The three Assassins fell to the ground in an instant, not even knowing how they died.

This scene instantly frightened the other assassins, and they stopped at great speed, looking warily at Helan's smoking thing.

Jing Yao was also surprised, "What is that?" ”

As soon as this voice sounded, He Lan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said uncertainly: "Jing Yao? ”

He Lan has a good memory, she clearly remembers Jing Yao's voice, even if Jing Yao's voice is a little low and hoarse now, like an old man, she can still hear her original voice.

But isn't Jing Yao dead?

Jing Yao, who was recognized, was a little panicked, and she hurriedly shut up.

"Kill!!"

At the sound of the order, those assassins did not dare to slack off, and summoned up the courage to rush forward.

"Bang bang bang-"

At the same time as the gunshots rang out, Helan's body moved, kicked a long knife on the ground with his toes, held the hilt, and internal force poured out, forcing the long knife to spin and fly out!

At the same time, cut off the heads of three people!

In the blink of an eye, six people died without warning!

Jing Yao was completely dumbfounded, including the four people who survived.

Even if she didn't even get close, six of them died!

Fang Cai's several gunshots were very loud, the technology here is too backward, and it is not possible to make useful silencers, there is not much difference between using it and not using it, and it still occupies space, and Helan didn't get it.

And the sound of those gunshots was like a whip with an echo, and some people with sensitive perception naturally heard it.

~

Bei Ting knew too well what the gunshots were like, and when he first rang out, he thought he was having auditory hallucinations and didn't care.

But when the second time, three gunshots rang out one after another, he could finally be sure that it was indeed the sound of the gun.

He didn't care, dropped the book, and ran as fast as he could, toward the source of the gunshot.

He desperately wanted to know who was shooting!

Jing Yao on this side was really scared now, if He Lan wanted to kill her, she might really not be able to run away.

But she hated those two people so much, and desperately wanted them to die!

He Lan's gaze swept over the jade pendant on Jing Yao's waist.

Is that...... The sign of the Priest's Hall.

Jing Yao's resurrection from the dead, I am afraid that it is related to Ziliang of the priesthood.

For a while, He Lan's expression was full of anger, and the lookers were terrified.