It's time to take care of it. The person who fired this shot should take care of it. It's simply too untrained. The shot of this cannonball is simply too outrageous.
After warming Ziyu's body and clothes, Bei Ming Changfeng turned around and held Bei Mingyou's hand, drying Bei Mingyou's clothes and body as well.
After Ziyu shook his arm to feel the effectiveness of his inner strength, he suddenly raised his head and glanced at the sky, and then a cold light flashed in his eyes: "However, this is a good opportunity, better than what we created."
The words didn't make it clear, but Beiming Changfeng understood Ziyu's meaning and took this opportunity to kill Qin Ziyuan.
"The time has come, Wushan is not far from here." Ziyu pinched his wrist towards Beiming Changfeng.
After Bei Ming Changfeng dried Bei Mingyou's clothes, without saying a word, he took Ziyu in one hand and Bei Mingyou in the other, leaped away, and ran towards Wu Shan as fast as lightning.
Time waits for no one, and the sun above our heads is facing westward.
Birds chirped and flapped their wings, moving all the way east.
The birds along the way were gathering in the direction of Wushan Mountain to the east of here. Many of them were flying birds that had small bags hanging around their necks that day. Qin Ziyuan was gathering them.
Dark clouds gathered at the top of Wushan Mountain, and hundreds of flying birds came quickly, forming dark clouds that covered the entire top of the mountain, making it a dense mass of darkness.
On the top of the mountain, Qin Ziyuan stood at the highest point, with the cold wind blowing through her black hair, and a look of arrogant pride on her beautiful face.
Beside her, a dozen people from Bloody Poppy were guarding her, or in other words, the producers were beside her.
More and more birds gathered together. The poisonous birds that day all flew over at Qin Ziyuan's long cry, hovering above Qin Ziyuan's head and dancing lightly.
Stretching out his hand and looking up at the birds flying above his head, Qin Ziyuan's face full of triumphant smile exuded arrogance as if he was going to rule the world at the next moment: "My birds, listen to my orders and conquer this world for me."
Great land, go ahead and take the poison on your body to the seaside where there is darkness... ah."
Screaming, Qin Ziyuan, who had not finished speaking, suddenly let out a scream, and the next moment, he fell towards the ground behind him.
"Who?"
"No, there are enemies."
The people around him who were responsible for protecting Qin Ziyuan's bloody poppy all jumped up in surprise, unsheathed their weapons and rushed in all directions.
The black figure flashed past, and Beiming Changfeng sprang out of the grass like a ghost, killing the people who rushed towards him with the bloody poppy.
His movement is like lightning, his speed is as fast as a thunderbolt, and wherever the sharp sword is directed, blood bursts out.
"Prince Zhenbei? No, it's Beiming Changfeng, it's...ah..."
With a flash of sword light, the bloody poppy who saw Beiming Changfeng's face clearly at the last moment of his death was horrified. Beiming Changfeng was actually the Beiming Changfeng they were escorting. Wasn't he poisoned? Why did he still appear?
Here? And the martial arts are still...
No one answered them, only Death.
Beiming Changfeng pounced on the bloody poppies in all directions. In the fight, Ziyu passed through the camp and walked towards Qin Ziyuan on the top of the mountain.
Qin Ziyuan, who fell on the top of the mountain, covered his bleeding leg and stood up slowly. He looked at Ziyu, who was slowly walking towards him, with unmistakable shock on his face: "You...were you not captured by His Highness the Crown Prince?"