"Brother Yang, are you willing to be my Zhao Yun?"

The most naïve question, from the mouth of an eight-year-old child, is what he really thinks.

Facing Xiao Wang Rong's eyes full of anticipation and hope, Yang Fenglou laughed and couldn't help but reach out and gently caress his little face.

"Of course, I'll be your Zhao Yun, as long as you have something, you can notify me at any time!"

When Xiao Wang Rong heard this, he immediately cheered.

Yang Fenglou looked at him with a smile, as the only one who was the envoy of Chengde Festival, there was no shortage of "Zhao Yun" by Xiao Wang Rong's side, not to mention others, it was the master surnamed Nangong, it was enough to ensure his safety, Yang Fenglou's so-called "I will be your Zhao Yun" was just unbearable to destroy the beauty in Xiao Wang Rong's heart.

But I didn't want to, the little monk who had been standing beside me spoke cutely.

"Amitabha, good and good, Yang Shi mainly protects Xiao Wang's donor, it's the right time. ”

As he spoke, he saluted a guard beside Wang Rong and proclaimed the Buddha's name.

"This donor, you have evil thoughts in your heart, are you targeting Xiao Wang's donor?"

When a sentence came out, everyone was stunned.

Xiao Wang Rong turned his head and looked at the guard, a trace of doubt flashed on his face.

"Who are you?"

Yang Fenglou was shocked.

He pulled Xiao Wang Rong over, hid behind him, and looked at the guard coldly.

The guard was also stunned, his eyes flickering, and after a moment, he actually drew the long knife at his waist.

"Do it!"

With a loud shout, he flew and pounced on Wang Rong behind Yang Fenglou.

As he shouted, everyone understood that the little monk had become a prophecy, and this guard really had evil thoughts about Xiao Wang Rong!

What's more, after he shouted, another guard accompanying him also drew a long knife, slashed at the guard next to him, turned around and rushed towards the last guard.

Yang Fenglou grabbed Xiao Wang Rong in one hand and the little monk in the other, and flew back.

The fake guard, who was called to reveal his identity, was in hot pursuit.

The scene was chaotic for a moment.

The fake guards followed Yang Fenglou closely.

His accomplices, by surprise, had seriously wounded the last of the guards and were intensifying their attack.

The two servants were completely stunned.

And the people in Guihe's class exclaimed one after another, among them, the people in the Right Dragon Martial Army were about to rush over when they saw Yang Fenglou in distress.

Yang Fenglou was evading the pursuit of the fake guards, his eyes were fixed, he lifted the little monk with one hand, and slammed it, and threw the little monk in the direction of everyone in the Guihe class, and at the same time shouted in his mouth:

"Don't come here!

"Protect the little monk!"

"What are you still doing in a daze? Why don't you go and call for help!"

The two servants woke up like a dream, turned around and ran out of the courtyard.

With such a delay, the fake guard had already chased behind Yang Fenglou, raised the steel knife in his hand, and slashed Huashan with one move, slashing at Yang Fenglou.

Yang Fenglou had no choice but to turn around to face the battle, and slapped it out with one palm, taking the steel knife in the wrong direction.

This was the first battle between Yang Fenglou and the fake guard, the fake guard was ready to attack, and Yang Fenglou only rushed to the battle, and successfully brought the steel knife crookedly, which also gave him a general understanding of the fake guard.

"Seven pins!"

Yang Fenglou's heart sank, although he was a sixth-grade martial artist, according to his level, he would have to surpass the other party by one level, but with Xiao Wang Rong who was not proficient in martial arts, his combat effectiveness was greatly reduced, and in the current situation, it was difficult to win in battle.

And the fake guard also felt that Yang Fenglou's internal force level was not below him, and he couldn't give Yang Fenglou a chance, so he threw Xiao Wang Rong at Guihe's class, and entangled Yang Fenglou like crazy, the long knife flew, and the cold light flashed, and Yang Fenglou was forced to see only the move for a while.

Not only that, but he also greeted his companions.

"Hard!

It turned out to be a call to his companions to hurry up and solve the last guard, and together with him, they fought against Yang Fenglou.

The scene is dangerous, but it strikes a strange balance.

Yang Fenglou took Xiao Wang Rong and fought with the fake guards.

Another fake guard tried his best to kill the last of the guards, but he was held back to death, and even did not hesitate to exchange injuries for injuries, even if he was seriously injured, to entangle the assassin.

And the people of the Right Dragon Martial Army in the Guihe class, under Yang Fenglou's strict orders, could only watch from a distance, which was a worry.

Yang Fenglou let out a long breath.

He knows that things will get better and better as time goes on.

As long as Wang Rong's servants moved the rescuers, the two pretending assassins would not be able to escape from the Jiedu Envoy's mansion at all, so that there would be no need to expose the identity of the people in the Youlong Martial Army of Guihe Ban, and naturally there would be no problems.

To be honest, the sudden occurrence of such a situation was also unexpected by Yang Fenglou, but it was not a good thing to be able to continue to develop like this, on the one hand, rescuing Wang Rong in time, he would naturally get the gratitude of Wang Jingchong, the envoy of Chengde Festival, and on the other hand, the identity of the people of the Right Dragon Martial Army was not exposed in this crisis, and it would not affect the mission of the Boling Cui clan, which was an unexpected gain.

The key now is to see when the rescuers of the Jiedu envoy will come.

Yang Fenglou believes that the rescue will not be far away.

After all, this raid took place in the mansion of the Jiedu envoy, and what the assassins relied on was just the words "surprise", and once they missed a blow, what was waiting for them was bound to be surrounded and suppressed by heavy troops.

Thinking of this, Yang Fenglou was even more relaxed, and he was even more handy when dealing with the fake guards.

Sure enough, not long after, a figure crashed into the small courtyard, and it was one of the servants who went to move the rescuers.

"The Lord of the Festival has sent rescue troops, and they will be there soon!"

Yang Fenglou laughed, and his heart was settled.

Unexpectedly, after the servant shouted, he quickly approached Yang Fenglou and the fake guard battle group.

Yang Fenglou was taken aback.

"What are you going to do? Get out of here!"

But he found that the servant no longer had the panicked appearance just now, smiled ruthlessly, flew up, the light in his hand flashed, and went straight to Yang Fenglou!

This servant is also one of the Assassins!

The most important thing is that he hid it too well, it was beyond everyone's imagination, and the blow of the defection was suddenly behind Yang Fenglou, making it difficult for Yang Fenglou to dodge!

"Poof!"

The cold light flashed in the air, and Yang Fenglou was seriously injured in the shoulder!

The false servant has a single blow, but he does not do it again.

The fake guard also stopped attacking, and together with the fake servant, surrounded Yang Fenglou in a manner.

The fake servant smiled coldly.

"I'm waiting to sneak into the Jiedu Envoy's mansion, just for the little master, you are a play, almost ruined me and other big things, you should have broken your body into thousands of pieces, but the uncle is in a good mood today, as long as you let go of the little master, I will spare your life!"

Yang Fenglou just wanted to speak, but unexpectedly, Xiao Wang Rong spoke first.

"Brother Yang, let me go...... They have been lurking for many days, and they have not made a move, probably just to catch me, not to destroy my life...... You, it's important to heal your wounds......"

Yang Fenglou laughed and stroked Xiao Wang Rong's little face again.

"Don't forget, I'm your Zhao Yun!"