Seven points in the imperial camp were on fire at the same time, and the flames reaching into the sky broke the tranquility of the night.
The man-made chaos was just the beginning. Taking advantage of the chaos, a few black shadows lurked among the rebels fighting the fire.
Wu Hushuo stood on tiptoe and saw one of them. He immediately turned around, ran to the side of the general of the chamberlain battalion, and whispered a few words in his ear.
Occasionally, a few lewd smiles kept appearing. The general was surprised at first, and then admired him greatly. He cupped his fists and bowed to him, and immediately took his people out to arrange the arrangements.
Yan Rong walked out carrying the unconscious Yun Yan, holding Zhuye Tong tightly with his free hand.[
"Mr. Magic Gun, why don't you find a safe place to hide? I heard that an assassin is coming." Look, he was talking as excitedly as if a troupe were on stage. This man with a family seems to want to get closer.
To be seen?
Wu Hushuo considers himself a weirdo, but compared to Yan Rong, he is simply one of the most inconspicuous men.
"To my lord, life and death are determined by destiny, wealth and honor, and it is difficult to change what is destined by God." He pointed to the distant fire in a serious manner, "Those who are facing disaster can't escape even if they hide in a hole in the ground. Fortunately,
It’s destined to live a long life, so it won’t matter if it’s delivered to an assassin..."
Yan Rong's grin became more and more weird, "Have you ever thought about who you are? Are you a poor person with few blessings, or are you blessed by a god??" Before Wu Hushuo could answer, Yan Rong suddenly pointed at someone not far away and exclaimed, "
Wow, an assassin with pigtails."
Wu Hushuo's long and slender feet kicked him forward, and Wu Hushuo leaned forward. Unfortunately, he hit the assassin who had sneaked up behind him, intending to use the cover to attack Yan Rong and capture Yun Yan.
The assassin and Wu Hushuo fell into a ball and were torn apart passively. They were too close to each other, and their martial arts, moves, open spears, and hidden arrows were all useless. The competition here was about who was stronger.
"Husband, you..." Zhuye Tong gave him a helpless look. It had been so long, but he still hadn't forgotten the prank.
Yan Ronglan hugged her shoulders and replied carelessly, "Mr. Nonsense is very tough, and the assassin is no match for him."
As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Hushuo screamed in a long voice, "He stabbed me with a knife."