Even someone as slow as Zhang Xuling could hear the underlying meaning of Yue Zhongtai's words.
Yue Zhongtai was worried that His Majesty was seriously ill. Concubine Zhang controlled the harem, and Prime Minister Zhang controlled the previous dynasty, so they kept the illness under wraps. As soon as Jinshang passed away, he would bury the corpse and stay with the King of Jin.
Attack each other.
Since he was fine now, Yue Zhongtai no longer asked the Zhang family about their intentions in ordering troops and horses in Dingzhou, and the atmosphere became more and more peaceful.
In the Blessed Land Zen Room, there was already a violent storm, and the cold light of the silver spear intertwined into a starlight in the darkness, speeding towards the silver sky.
Yinxiao fought bloody battles, and a spear hit his left shoulder. He remained indifferent, holding the handle of the gun, and pulled the enemy hiding in the dark. He changed the knife to his left hand and wiped the man's neck with the knife, and blood spurted out.
It splashed all over his face, dripping down with his blood, and his eyelashes were covered with blood beads.
He didn't wipe it. He kicked the body out and blocked the two knives for himself. Then he threw away the sharp knife, held the gun body with both hands, pulled it out hard, turned the gun head, swept across the army, and stabbed him with one shot.
Enter someone's heart.
At the same time, a spear came straight towards him from the roof. Yin Xiao turned around to avoid it, and used the spear's strength to row out, sweeping away the surrounding obstacles for him. However, some fish still slipped through the net, and another spear point touched his thigh.
.
His feet stagnated, but the strength in his hands did not decrease, and he fought to the death.
In all the fighting, there was only the sound of heavy wind, no screams, and no groans. The dead soldiers fell to the ground, and the blood spread from under them, and merged with the blood at Yinxiao's feet, forming a fierce and silent scene.
scene.
The moon in the sky has been obscured by thick clouds, and the clouds seem to have been splashed with ink, getting lower and lower. Two lightning flashes flashed across, illuminating Yin Xiao's face that was about to die.
Killing, killing, mountains of corpses and seas of blood, seas of blood and mountains of corpses.
His movements became more and more fierce. The long fight had begun to consume his strength. He could only speed up to defeat the enemy. The spear rolled into a circle of silver light in his hand, and the man and the gun became inseparable.
of one body.
However, two fists were unable to defeat four hands. When he was injured, a leg suddenly swept towards his shoulder.
Huge thunder erupted in the sky, covering up the crisp "click" sound of broken bones. Yin Xiao's right hand holding the gun suddenly fell down, and the gun fell to the ground.
His movements did not pause at all, and he turned to hold the long knife aimed at his chest with his left hand. The palm of his hand was immediately dripping with blood and the skin was torn.
He grabbed the blade and twisted it hard, but the opponent refused to give an inch and held the handle of the knife tightly. In a moment, there was another "click" sound, and the opponent's wrist was twisted by Yinxiao.
Yin Xiao grabbed the knife, held the handle, raised his hand and inserted it into the abdomen of the person in front of him.
The abdomen was soft enough to cover the long knife. Yinxiao did not pull out the knife, but pushed the man forward with all his strength. The blade penetrated the man's abdomen, shot out from the hard spine, and killed the other man.
Skewered like candied haws on a stick.
But there was no one to protect his back, so he was stabbed hard in an instant.
There was a loud bang outside, and heavy raindrops began to fall. The smell of soil and vegetation rushed up, covering up the bloody smell emanating from here, and the small movement was also completely covered up.
Yin Xiao felt like the blood on his body was flowing endlessly like rainwater, and he felt dizzy for a moment.
At this moment of indolence, Tonghe seized the opportunity and kicked him in the heart, causing him to fall backwards.
Then he passed over the group of subordinates whose casualties were unknown and went straight to Yin Xiao. He stood on the ground with his hands and raised his upper body and moved his legs again.
Yin Xiao leaned over and caught the tiger's windy leg with his back.
The dead soldiers were like walking corpses, standing behind Bronze Crane, neither sad for the death of their companions nor feeling pain for their own injuries.
They only knew that the order was to capture him alive, and when Tonghe took action, they could no longer move - otherwise Yinxiao would let them kill him alive.
When Tonghe's remaining strength was still there, Yinxiao took a breath and stood up like a carp from the pool of blood. He straightened his chest and received Tonghe's fists. His left hand was as fast as lightning and he also fought back with fists.
Both of them were surprisingly strong, but Yin Xiao had one less usable hand than Tong He.
Yinxiao clenched his teeth, knowing that the situation was not good, but he refused to surrender. There was something in his heart that was stabbing him hard, keeping him awake - it was a flower woven by Song Huiyue from bamboo strips.
Bamboo dragonfly.
Tonghe was sure of victory, and he punched hard one after another. Yinxiao's bones were broken under his fists, his face was distorted, his nosebleeds were flowing wildly, and he was seriously injured from head to toe.
Another punch hit Yin Xiao directly in the heart.
This time Yin Xiao fell on his back and groaned involuntarily. He put his left hand on the ground and tried to get up. However, everything from his fingers to his wrist was limp, and his strength flowed out together with the blood on his body.
He raised his head, his eyes were swollen and there was only a gap left.
Watching Tonghe's fist fall again from this gap, he opened his mouth without making any sound, and his body fell heavily to the ground with the force of his fist.
By this point, he was exhausted and had nothing left to do.
The moment he closed his eyes, he saw someone leaning in front of him. The person's face changed in blood and turned into Han Beiqu.
In the darkness, he clearly saw Han Beiqu leaning over and asking his young self: "What is your name?"
"Lou Yinxiao."
"No, you have to remember from now on that your name is Yinxiao. How can a person with no roots like duckweed have a surname?"
Han Bei turned to look at the other younger child: "What's your name?"
"Wang Siniu."
"It doesn't sound good. From now on, you'll be called Tonghe. If you can find another one with good bones, you'll be called Jin Ge."
Tonghe leaned over and looked at the unconscious Yinxiao. He had no memory or thinking. He forgot his name and that he once had a friend named Jin Ge. He inserted a knife into his heart, and blood splattered on him and Yinxiao.
Xiao's face is full of joy.
He squatted down, groped around Yinxiao's body, threw the bamboo dragonfly in Yinxiao's arms into the blood, and pulled out the bamboo hairpin from his hair, leaving only a suit of featureless clothes, and then hugged Yinxiao by the waist.
Get up and walk out the door.
The heavy rain hit him all over in an instant.
Without changing his expression, he jumped onto the roof in the face of the pouring rain, followed by the equally unconscious dead soldiers. The group of people were like ghosts, taking advantage of the cover of the strong wind and rain to disappear without a trace.
Zhang Lin and Xiao Wei led the Zhang family's guards to seal the area outside. Seeing the group of men in black leaving, they couldn't help but shudder.
When they entered the Zen room to clean up, they saw the scene of hell in front of them, and a chill rushed from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads - could these people still be called human beings?
Zhang Lin whispered to Xiao Wei to report the news, then opened an umbrella and left this inhuman place, heading towards the Zhaotang.
In the Zhaoting Hall, the serious business had been discussed. Due to the sudden heavy rain, it was inconvenient to leave, so they started to chat warmly.
Zhang Rui and Yue Zhongtai turned their attention to the two men present. Zhang Xuling made them look like they were sitting on pins and needles, but Zhang Xutang remained calm and sat contentedly, turning a blind eye to Yue Zhongtai's eyes on him.