At the moment, these people were all gathered in one place, staring at him silently, with resentment, contempt, different expressions, and even pity.

The fire shone brightly, swaying on the faces of people with different expressions. King Wei was in a bit of a trance, why did they look at him with pity, did they deserve it?

But he quickly composed, and said loudly, "Stop! One step further, and her head will fall to the ground!"

Ke Yanhua stood in front of King Wei, watching the six ways to prevent the opponent from attacking, and his personal guards followed closely behind with Concubine Liao, and the long knife was hanging on her neck.

Han Zhao and Xiao Mi stopped, the young man looked at Concubine Liao, pursed his lips, and said to King Wei: "Let go of her, I can spare your life!"

Han Zhao glanced at him, but didn't say anything.

King Wei laughed angrily: "What kind of thing are you, dare to open your mouth!"

His and Xiao Mi's eyes met in the air, and they both saw deep jealousy and hatred in each other's eyes.

King Wei's eyes were one more thing:

Disdain.

Ke Yanhua hurriedly spoke: "Zhenbei Hou, you order them all to retreat ten zhang, give us three more horses, and they will not be chased within twenty miles." Otherwise—" he tilted his head towards Concubine Liao, "this head is not in danger." ”

When is it, he, the king, is still arguing with others, why don't he seize the opportunity to escape?

Concubine Liao never stared at Xiao Mi for a moment, her eyes were almost empty. Others said that this weak woman who had been in the deep palace for a long time was stunned by the sharp neck blade. Xiao Mi didn't look at her, but only asked King Wei, "Where is my grandfather?"

His grandfather was Liao Qing. When Xiao Mi left Shengyi, he knew that his grandfather and mother were taken hostage by King Wei and fled with him.

King Wei frowned and didn't answer.

So Xiao Mi knew the answer.

Ke Yanhua shouted again: "All stand back!" and gave his subordinates a look, and as soon as the latter pressed the blade, Concubine Liao's fair neck turned red.

Xiao Mi pursed her lips and turned her head to look at Han Zhao: "Zhenbei Hou?"

The hesitation in his eyes, Han Zhao saw it clearly, sighed secretly in his heart, but turned his head and ordered: "Lead the horses, three horses." ”

When they passed through the Red Crossbow Peak, the magma on the Yin and Yang Path had already cooled down and turned into black stone again. Therefore, it was effortless for the Zhenbei army to ride over.

The remnants of Wang Jun looked at the high-headed horses brought by the other party, and saw that the hundreds of people on his side did not even have a horse, and then thought about the life hanging by a thread in the belly of the mountain, it was all embarrassing.

What else to fight? No need to fight!

In the blink of an eye, the horses were brought in.

Zhenbei Hou didn't make a fuss about the horses, these three are all high-headed horses, with long legs and strong backs, and they are good at running at a glance, and even Ke Yanhua can't find faults.

He waved his hand, and the guards behind him stepped forward to lead the horse.

There are only two of his relatives left, and the other is holding Concubine Liao hostage with a knife. Therefore, Ke Yanhua's task is very heavy, and he has to wait and see all directions to prevent Han Zhao's men from sneaking attack.

He also wants to protect the king and prevent Han Zhao from robbing people. Strange people are gathered on the other side, how dare he be careless?

Even Ke Yanhua felt that his mental strength was insufficient at this time.

No one noticed that Gonggong Qian, who had been shrinking behind King Wei, suddenly jumped out, grabbed the guard's arm holding the knife, and desperately broke it out!

This was not enough, he actually bit someone's neck with a mouth.

Qian Gonggong is in the prime of life, and his teeth are excellent. When others saw him gnaw down a row of big teeth, the blood of the guards immediately flowed down his neck.

Seeing this, the officials and nobles behind the Marquis of Zhenbei exclaimed. King Wei was dumbfounded at first, but then reacted and reached out to grab Concubine Liao.

It's late, though.

A pair of hands suddenly stretched out on the ground, grabbed Concubine Liao's ankles, and dragged them down hard!

Everyone stood on the soft sand, and no one expected that there would be Tibetans underneath. Concubine Liao was caught off guard, and only let out a half-exclamation before being dragged into the ground.

The guard's knife-wielding hand was broken open by Father-in-law Qian, and the other hand subconsciously pushed his head, just relaxing his control over Concubine Liao. The man's movements under the sand were lightning fast.

King Wei's hand stretched out halfway, only grasping the air, and with a sigh in his heart, only two words floated:

Finished.

As soon as Father-in-law Qian made a move, Ke Yanhua turned around vigilantly and saw him biting. He didn't want to think about it, and "snorted" with his backhand to cut off Father-in-law Qian's head!

Unfortunately, it was too late.

The eunuch was just in the middle of him and the guards with the sword, and even if he died, it still slowed him down by half a beat.

Ke Yanhua roared angrily, snatched the knife from the guard's hand, and plunged into the sand!

He also wanted to help the king leave, but a breeze rose on the side of his skull, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the sword light like a match, and his head slashed at him.

How did he split his father-in-law, this knife will cut him, and the knife is fierce and domineering, several times better than him.

Ke Yanhua turned around suddenly, and it took a lot of effort to catch the blow, but when he looked up, he met a cold gaze.

Zhenbei Hou!

Zhenbei Hou made a move, whether it was a battlefield or a fight, the timing chosen by this person was just right.

Han Zhao squeezed out five words from between his teeth, and all the subordinates around him heard them clearly:

"Yes, life or death!"

......

There was a nest of porridge on the sand by the river, but Concubine Liao emerged from the ground twenty zhang away.

She was stunned, her chest heaving, but a young man beside her withdrew his hand unhurriedly, no longer pressing her shoulder.

"You're safe. He whistled as he stared at the battlefield.

The Marquis of Zhenbei encircled and suppressed the king of Wei, with swords and swords. The courtiers and nobles all automatically retreated more than a dozen feet away to avoid the fish in the pond. As soon as Concubine Liao appeared, she was spotted with sharp eyes, and Shi Congyi ran out of the battle circle when he heard the whistle and protected her.

Of course, he found Yan Sanlang, and when he saw that he and Concubine Liao were clean and clean, and there was no half grain of sand, he couldn't help but slap him on the shoulder with a palm, and laughed: "Good boy, you ...... again"

Yan Saburo's face was expressionless, and his shoulders were slightly slanted, just avoiding it.

He wasn't that familiar with this man.

Shi Congyi's palm slapped into the air, retracted it in embarrassment, and finished the rest of the words in his mouth: "...... "The hostages have all been rescued, and his marquis is no longer afraid." It seems that this disaster can be solved immediately, and it is better to save the long nights and dreams.

Xiao Mi also hurriedly walked over, stood beside Concubine Liao, and said in a low voice, "You are frightened." ”

He was about to take her hand and say comfort, but the latter withdrew his hand as quickly as if it were on fire. Concubine Liao stared at him like a monster, but her eyes were red: "Get out, I just want my son!"

Shi Congyi's expression tightened when he heard this. Fortunately, there were many guards he brought, and several people were surrounded, and the subjects standing outside could not see Concubine Liao's abnormal behavior.

The concubine was originally delicate, but these days as a prisoner has been adventurous and turbulent, and her physical strength has long been exhausted. She wanted to shout and reprimand, but in fact, the volume was so weak that she couldn't hear it from a foot away.

She continued to scold: "What are you, my son!"