How could An Yi's brother kill someone?

Homicide!

This isn't a brawl!

Killing people is to pay for your life, Brother An Yi!

Wanyan Zitong just wanted to fly to Dali Temple immediately, fly to Shen Anyi, and ask him well, what is going on with him, why did he do such a thing as murder?

The journey back to the capital is destined to not be peaceful.

The cold moonlight, on the long official road, the shadows are sparse and slanting.

The sound of hurried horses' hooves came from the woods, and the four figures from far and near were the four Wanyan Zitong who rushed to Kyoto.

The breeze is blowing and rustling.

"......"

Suddenly, the neighing of the horse resounded in the night sky, and it turned out that Wanyan Zitong suddenly tightened the reins, and the sweaty BMW under her stopped on the official road, shaking her long mane restlessly.

"Master, be careful." As soon as Le Chen felt the murderous aura, he rode his horse and ran in front of Wanyan Zitong and protected Wanyan Zitong behind him.

Wanyan Zitong's eyes narrowed slightly, and the moment she stopped, the surroundings were as quiet as water, but there was a dangerous aura.

patted the wind soothingly, her war horse, and the corners of Yan Zitong's mouth hooked up a sneer.

"Master, there are assassins." Shi Yuan and Lemon also rode their horses quickly to Wan Yan Zitong's side.

Wanyan Zitong smiled, turned her head to look at Shiyuan and Lemon beside her, and said in a stern tone: "Only one one is alive, and the rest will be killed."

In an instant, Shiyuan and Lemon flew up and headed towards the man in black, the sound of a handover of soldiers sounded, and the rich smell of blood diffused in the air, and the official road at this moment was covered with blood, just like the battlefield of Shura...

At this moment, Wanyan Zitong faded away from his usual dignified coldness, and his eyebrows were full of murderous aura, and he suddenly turned into a killing god.

Le Chen protected Wan Yan Zitong behind him, his eyes were slightly downcast, staring at the twenty or so black-clothed people in front of him.

These people are obviously coming for the master, and he will definitely not let these people hurt the master.

But who is Wanyan Zitong, if he can be touched by them for half a point, then it will not be Wanyan Zitong.

Wanyan Zitong's eyes were like frost, and she calmly and calmly glanced at the killer who rushed towards her, slapped her palm on the saddle, flew up, and met the man in black opposite.

"Bang......" The heavy object fell to the ground, splashing up a cloud of dust.

Wanyan Zitong flew down and rode on the back of the wind.

"Tick, tick, tick, tick......" The red blood slipped from the crape myrtle soft sword in her hand drop by drop.

Four people and four horses, in a bloody field, no more, no less, around twenty-five men in black lay down.

They have long since died.

Yikun Palace

The night was dark, and a man with a black mask was heading in the direction of Yikun Palace.

In Yikun Palace, Concubine Fang Dye had already prepared tea and pastries early and was waiting.

As soon as he heard the footsteps of the man stepping into the inner hall, Fang Ran quickly stood up and greeted him, with a look of admiration in his eyes, "Brother Lie, why did you come so late tonight?" ”

"It's cold this night, you don't know how to wear more when you come out, what can you do if you're freezing?" pinched the clothes on the man's arm, Fang Dye quickly welcomed him to the table and sat down, and stuffed the silver stove in his hand into the man's hand: "Hurry up and warm your hands, if this freezes, Dye Er will be distressed."

"Yes, Xie Ran'er." The man pretended to be moved and looked at Fang Dye, but in fact, he couldn't stop sneering in his heart.

He knew the nature of the woman in front of him very well.

A woman whose desire for power is far greater than anything else.

She will do this eagerly at this time, and it is only for the sake of profit.

She is still counting on him to bring down Yan Zitong so that he can be the queen mother above 10,000 people under that person, as for him, he is just a chess piece in her eyes......

"Brother Lie, why are you and me so polite?"

Fang Dye didn't know what the man was thinking, and only thought that the man was moved by her affection.

"Brother Lie, I heard that Shen Anyi killed someone, you have to seize the opportunity, Shen Anyi is Wanyan Zitong's future husband, this Wanyan Zitong, although powerful, always has a weakness.

Just like this time, Brother Lie, as long as you attack the people in the Huainan Palace, Dye Er will not believe it, she Huainan Palace, she will not be able to finish Yan Zitong. Speaking of bringing down Yan Zitong, Fang Ranran's eyes flashed with a fierce light, as if he hated Yan Zitong.

"Dye Er is very right!" The man replied complimentarily.

Like Fang Dye, he is accustomed to self-righteous advice.

The methods she said, the man listened to it, and in the end it was up to him.

In the eastern sky, the fish belly gradually turned white, and wisps of sunlight broke through the clouds, and it was already dawn.

On the official road to Kyoto, the road was bloody.

Wanyan Zitong rode on horseback and frowned at the black-clothed man who appeared in front of him again, and said in a cold voice: "It's really a group of sticky spirits, it's dealt with."

Within a moment, the ground was a mess, and there was not a single living mouth.

Seeing that there was no hope of retreating, the remaining men in black took the poison in their mouths and committed suicide.

Lemon arched his hand and stood beside him: "Master, they all seem to be dead soldiers."

"Master, you can't catch it alive." Shi Yuan said, and after speaking, she glanced at the corpse on the ground, and her red lips pursed slightly.

Wanyan Zitong's eyes darkened, even if she couldn't catch it, she could guess who sent it.