"It's stupid."

There is a little-known Wanxingtang in the Shangyang realm.

The road looks like it is vast, but in fact, the roads inside are intricate, and all the roads lead to a dead end - this is a natural labyrinth.

A native like Meng Jiu'an, who is familiar with the terrain, can almost take a shortcut to the top of the mountain, and then wrap up the prey.

- Two days later.

Meng Jiu'an stood on the top of the highest mountain in Wanxingtang, the wind lifted the robe under his armor, and the general's military posture was outstanding.

Standing with his hands behind his back, he looked at the big Zhou soldiers who were as small as ants and moving in the distance.

The flying eagle appeared behind him: "Your Highness, now is the perfect time to do it, do you want to prepare?" ”

Ji Shiyan must never have imagined that he would be wise all his life, and in the end, because of a woman, he would be driven into a dead end and used as a turtle catching turtles in an urn.

Meng Jiuan twisted a ring made of straw in his hand,

- Very old, but the section is covered with a layer of smoothness, obviously it has been played with for a long time, and the straw has changed from emerald green to the current orange and yellow withered grass.

The Flying Eagle has seen it many times, and it seems that he always sees His Highness grasping it in his hands.

Once it was broken, he asked His Highness to cut the dog's tail grass again to make one, and His Highness ignored him.

It's just that there was a dog's tail grass in the back, and I saw that His Highness did it himself and braided the broken wound.

Later, the Flying Eagle didn't dare to ask.

The team, which numbered no more than 100 men, fled for three days.

Even if they don't do it and have no food and grass, they will starve to death in Wanxingtang in the end.

"Dying in Shangyang can also be regarded as a blessing for his seasonal banquet," Meng Jiu'an sneered coldly: "Let's go, send King Cheng'an a ride." ”

When they were found at the top of the mountain, the first man on the snowy war horse was obviously surprised.

Meng Jiu'an stood on a high mountain range, about five hundred meters away from him.

This distance is not enough to see a person's expression clearly.

He clutched in his hand a bow that he was accustomed to, and which had been with the heads of many enemy generals he had been born and died.

He drew his bow and aimed it at the man on the white horse: "Ji Shi Yan, I won." ”

The sound was scattered in the wind, with determination, and drifted to the foot of the mountain.

Ji Shiyan's team of dozens of men immediately defended - but it was useless, they only had swords in their hands, not a single bow.

Compared with Meng Jiu'an, who is well prepared with people, it is to hit a stone with an egg, and there will be no chance of winning.

After three days of escape, he was ultimately defeated.

It was too far away to see clearly, and Meng Jiuan actually wanted to see Ji Shiyan's expression at the moment.

What kind of expression will this mortal enemy, who has fought with him for many years, show when he is about to be completely defeated in his hands one day.

So he didn't rush to shoot this arrow.

"King Cheng'an calculated well, in order to save Qingjiujiu's life, he did not hesitate to use himself as bait to lure me here," Meng Jiu'an's voice echoed in the valley, very clear.

He specially prepared a conspicuous red dress for Qing Wine.

Meng Jiu'an watched with his own eyes and left with another white horse.

The reason why he was sure that the person he was chasing was Ji Shiyan was because he felt that Ji Shiyan was so risky and did not hesitate to expose it, and he regarded Qingjiu as more important than his life.

People who are heavier than their lives will not flee with them.

Therefore, Meng Jiu'an believes that the other white horse will have Qing wine and wine, but there will be no seasonal banquet.

"I just don't know if it's worth it? She's alive, you're dead. Meng Jiu'an seemed to know how to hurt people: "Anyway, she doesn't love you, what's worth talking about your death?" ”

The man on the horse moved—too far away for him to see what he was going to do, except that he had taken his sword out of its scabbard.

As if it was a guarded action, someone behind Meng Jiu'an shot an arrow!

The soldiers around Ji Shiyan immediately formed a circle and protected him in the middle.

One of them fell to the ground with an arrow.

The impasse was broken.

Meng Jiuan tilted his head, he pulled out a laugh, like all the previous moments, he laughed evilly-

"Flying Eagle, make a bet, can His Royal Highness's arrow kill King Cheng'an?"

The Flying Eagle stared at the group of people who were not threatening: "Your Highness has a hundred shots, without exception. ”

As soon as his words fell, the arrow in Meng Jiu'an's hand flew out-

The arrow wind is fierce, he is the most powerful shooter in the rumors of Shangyang, and he is the great highness of a hundred shots.

It is the Dinghai Divine Needle in the Northwest Army of Shangyang.

The arrow carried the killing intent and broke through the wind, aiming directly at the heart of the handsome man on the back of the white horse in the middle.

The people around wanted to stop him, but he heard the man's voice: "Get out of the way!" ”

With this sound of landing, he didn't even dodge, and the arrow plunged directly into the chest of his left chest.

And the word 'get out of the way' was carried by the wind of the valley and fell into Meng Jiu'an's ears.

It is steadfast, it is to die.

It is a voice as clear as a spring breeze.

But it didn't come from the ruthless King Cheng'an.

That voice Meng Jiu'an was familiar and familiar.

How many days and nights, on that deserted island, they snuggled up at night and spent a cold winter.

When the night of Chinese New Year's Eve passed, the man's voice was clear, with a little please, and he whispered to him: "The New Year is auspicious, safe and smooth." ”

Meng Jiu'an maintained the posture of holding the bow, and the moment the arrow pierced the man's chest, he seemed to be frozen.

Feiying felt that the people around him seemed to tremble, and when he was about to investigate, Meng Jiu'an's bow fell to the ground.

He didn't even bring anything, and the whole person rushed towards the Great Zhou soldiers with the wind.

No one reacted, no one knew what he was trying to do.

"Your Highness!"

"Escort! Come on! ”

Five hundred meters.

The figure on the white horse shook for a moment.

Four hundred meters.

His chest seemed to burst and bleed, gushing out.

Three hundred meters.

The people around him raised their swords in panic to guard against Meng Jiu'an, who was approaching.

Two hundred meters.

He didn't seem to be able to hold on, and he fell off his horse heavily.

One hundred meters.

Someone rushed up, Meng Jiu'an couldn't see anything, he mechanically snatched the sword.

Homicide.

Kill everyone who stands in his way.

His vision seemed to be blinded by blood, and he didn't know if it was his or the Great Zhou soldier next to him.

The Flying Eagle had already arrived, and the intersecting blades of the swords clanged.

One meter.

Meng Jiu'an stood in front of that person.

When I got closer, I realized that Ji Shiyan was not this figure.

He wants to be tall, he wants to be strong, not so thin at all.

His eyes are sharp, and he is full of killing intent when he fights, and it will not be so empty.

Meng Jiu'an half-knelt down, he didn't know why his legs were weak, as if his strength was all dissipated with the two words of getting out of the way.

The bloodied 🩸 man on the ground was still smiling at him, and the skin of the man on his face disguised as Ji Shiyan loosened when he laughed.

It looks very weird.

"It's really.... Good, good archery, you won the bet. ”

The arrow hit the heart and there was no chance of survival.

Meng Jiuan raised his hand to tear the skin on his face, he felt that he was thinking, he felt that he was very calm, he just wanted to confirm who this person was.

But his hand slipped twice, and the straw bracelet he had been holding in his hand fell to the ground.

- Finally, finally torn off.

The face that was revealed, he had dreamed of countless times in his dreams.

But I always don't smile in my dreams, as if I hate him.

Now he was laughing, and the pear vortex was stained red with blood, and it was deeply dented.

Meng Jiu'an felt that his eyes were sour, and he stared at Xie Shi's face for a long time.

Until Xie Shi's hand moved, he actually had no strength, and it was impossible to hold the sword, but he still wanted to reach the saber beside him.

"Your Highness!"

The Shangyang army who rushed to raise their swords and was about to stab at it.

And Meng Jiu'an took a step ahead, no one saw his movements clearly, and in the blink of an eye, he took Xie Shi's body into his arms, and even activated his internal force to shake out the person who was about to do it.

The subordinates, including Feiying, didn't know why the scene turned out to be like this, why the person who was supposed to be King Cheng'an, tore off the human skin and became another person.

"Lie to me?" Meng Jiu'an felt a piece of warm blood, and he also laughed: "Lie to me, you're already dead, aren't you?" ”