It's night, Hanging Sword Division.

The stars are shining brightly, dotting the earth.

In the Hanging Sword Division, Mo Zhongqian, who was wearing golden red noble clothes, was sweeping the floor with a wooden broom in his hand......

The mouth is still broken:

"Bastard, you dare to let me do such dirty work at night, and when I gain power in the future, I will kill you all!"

The more I thought about it, the more angry I became, and the movement of Mo Zhongqian sweeping the floor became louder and louder.

"Not only will I kill all of you, but I will kill all the people I meet, surnamed Zhang, and Han, and there will be no one left!"

Maybe it was because the scolding was too loud, and Uncle Zhang's voice came from the wooden house:

"What are you arguing about, stinky boy? I'll tell you, if you can't clean it tonight, the old man will not sleep with you, and you won't even have breakfast tomorrow~"

"Oh, got it~"

Mo Zhongqian responded, listening to the tone of voice, he couldn't hear resentment or other emotions...... He himself called it bending and stretching.

I will pretend to be obedient now, and when I return to Yuchenjing, I will let them know that I am powerful.

Thinking like this, Mo Zhongqian felt that he was sweeping the floor more energetic~

"Cut~ Isn't it just not eating, the food here is that I don't eat the exquisite things I raised, who is rare. ”

His Royal Highness the Prince was still whispering and muttering, but he was just two points more serious.

Suddenly, an inexplicable aura spread in from outside the wall, enveloping the entire courtyard.

Mo Zhongqian's skill was completely sealed by Han Feng, but he couldn't feel this strange atmosphere.

However, the sudden quiet environment in the courtyard still made him a little puzzled.

Stopping the broom in his hand, Mo Zhongqian looked around, hoping to find the source of this awkward feeling.

Before he could find out, the door to the hut opened.

Uncle Zhang, who was dressed in a gray robe, walked out with his iron and wood broom, and said coldly to Mo Zhongqian:

"Xiao Mo, come to me. ”

Mo Zhongqian is a guy with a stubborn personality, but he is not a person who can't distinguish the situation, and he can see that the atmosphere is not right and rushes behind Uncle Zhang.

Poked out half of his head to observe the yard, and asked cautiously, "Stinky old man, what's the matter?"

Uncle Zhang did not answer, but looked out of the courtyard wall with a wary face, and shouted angrily:

"Who is it, you actually sneaked into the important land of the Hanging Sword Division, don't you know that this is the important land of the imperial court?"

It was very quiet, there were no insects, not even the sound of the wind blowing the leaves.

"It is worthy of the Hanging Sword Division, a mere servant who sweeps the floor can have this kind of martial arts, but you can't protect His Royal Highness the Prince. ”

"His Royal Highness?"

Hearing this, Uncle Zhang raised his eyebrows and turned his head to look at Mo Zhongqian...... This kid has always called himself the prince, and he thought he was shouting, but it turned out to be a real thing?

Locked by Uncle Zhang's shocked gaze, Mo Zhongqian unconsciously straightened his chest, but felt the murderous aura in front of him in the wind and unconsciously retracted his head behind Uncle Zhang.

His Royal Highness comforted himself in his heart...... Mo Zhongqian, you're not spineless, you're just sealed with your skills, you're not afraid at all, you can~

In the process of Mo Zhongqian's self-hypnosis, three black-clothed men had already rushed in over the wall, covered with black gauze, holding slender blades, and went straight to kill Mo Zhongqian behind Uncle Zhang.

The night was cold and the wind was cold, and the blade came deadly.

"Run, go to the master!"

Uncle Zhang pushed Mo Zhongqian's shoulder, and rushed over to the three killers with an ironwood broom.

The veteran of the Hanging Sword Division, who had been in a hundred battles, still had some of the pride of his youth, and swung his broom to encircle the three killers into the battle group.

However, Uncle Zhang is not a hidden sweeping monk after all, and with the tacit cooperation of the three of them, fatal scars continue to be added to his body.

Seeing this, Mo Zhongqian felt a real fear of death in his heart for the first time...... It turns out that for himself, when facing life and death, he is really no different from those ordinary people......

Coming back to his senses in an instant, Mo finally pulled his legs and fled outside the gate of the courtyard.

However, as soon as he ran to the door, he saw a mysterious assassin wearing a black veil mask waiting for him.

Seeing Mo Zhongqian stunned in front of him, the mysterious assassin slowly pulled out the slender blade in his hand, and the cold light flashed towards Mo Zhongqian's neck.

Mo Zhongqian tried his best to escape, but under the lock of murderous energy, his legs couldn't be lifted as if they were filled with lead......

In an instant, the cold blade was about to arrive.

At this moment, countless pictures flashed in Mo Zhongqian's mind.

Yuchenjing, Imperial City, Linglong, Queen Mother......

"Get out of the way!"

Uncle Zhang's shout sounded in Mo Zhongqian's ears, and Mo Zhongqian only felt a strong push on him, pushing his whole person away.

Mo Zhongqian, who fell to the ground in a daze, felt a sharp pain in his back and fell to the ground, and the scene in front of him was the picture of the mysterious assassin's blade slashing on Zhang Bo's shoulder......

"Stinky old man!!"

For the first time, Mo Zhongqian felt the heart lake surging and was touched, and shouted loudly.

Uncle Zhang, whose shoulders were blood-red, turned his head to look at Mo Zhongqian, and roared in a hoarse voice:

"Quick...... Escape ......"

With a bang, the man in black raised the blade in his hand and kicked Uncle Zhang away, and then walked quickly towards Mo Zhongqian and raised the blade in his hand:

"There has been too much delay, please ask His Royal Highness the prince to die quickly. ”

Mo Zhongqian looked at the bloodstained blade in front of him, his heart was filled with fear, he opened his mouth to say something, but he couldn't say anything, he could only stare at the man in black with hateful eyes.

The night light blows, and the knife light falls.

Subsequently, the majestic energy of eight colors swept in all directions!

Han Feng, who was dressed in white, appeared in front of Mo Zhongqian with his hands in his hands.

The spontaneous operation of the Eight Powers of Zhou Liu completely suppressed the qi of the man in black.

The man in black immediately retreated, standing side by side with the other three murderers.

"Who sent you?"

Han Feng asked lightly.

"We are...... Sent by King Yama!!"

The mysterious killer roared in a low voice, intending to fight to the death, and the four of them rushed out side by side, all targeting Mo Zhongqian behind Han Feng.

Han Feng didn't give them any chance, and slowly raised his palm.

The dragon roars!

The golden dragon shadow slammed into the courtyard, and the majestic strength knocked the four of them upside down and flew in and out, shattering the high and low courtyard walls.

"Poof...... Let's go!"

The four people who were seriously injured and vomited blood turned around and disappeared into the night.

Han Feng turned around, and Mo Zhongqian had already rushed to the bloody Uncle Zhang and lay down.

"Are you alright, old man?"

Mo Zhongqian, whose face was full of hatred and anger, turned to look at Han Feng:

"Han Feng, it's all because of your Royal Highness that you're in danger, I'm going to play Ming Father and behead you!"

This kid, after a whole day of labor reform, it has no effect......

Han Feng shrugged:

"Whatever you want, I am the only one in my family for several generations, and there is no difference between copying and killing me~"

"You!"

Mo Zhongqian was in a hurry.

At this time, the men and horses of the Hanging Sword Division came one after another, and Xu Can and Liu Minghua also came over.

Han Feng scolded the guards of the Hanging Sword Division and said:

"Okay, change the third prince to a safer firewood room to protect it, don't delay his labor reform tomorrow~"

Mo Zhongqian: "???"

I'm like this, and you still want me to work?

The guards were very cooperative and took Mo Zhongqian away.

Only Han Feng, Xu Can and Liu Minghua remained.

And then......

Han Feng took out a broken step strip, threw it to the ground with a chirp, stepped on it and picked it up, and said to Xu Can and Liu Minghua:

"Okay, the case has been solved, you see, this is the Feng family crest, they must have done this and didn't run away, and I will arrest them tomorrow." ”

Xu Can is an upright person, and he is still a little unacceptable to this kind of operation, scratching the back of his head and asking, "Is it really okay for us to do this?"

Han Feng patted him on the shoulder:

"Don't worry, I have experience in framing blame, and I am right to believe me. ”