It seems that not long after, there will be another storm, another surge, and no one knows how many heroes will emerge, and no one knows how much blood will be poured out.
Eleven's indifferent face: "Humph, what does it have to do with us? Grandpa Ming had already given the alliance leader order to the Jun family back then. Even such a small red sleeve trick can't solve it. It's really useless and it's all in vain."
Lao Shi and Lao Jiu both cast strange glances. Eleven was the most jealous. He said he didn't care, but he had countless insidious and cunning villains in his hands.
Lao Shi asked helplessly: "Then, are we going to enter the city or not? Thirteenth sister might be waiting for us!"
Eleven nodded: "Of course we will go in, but we have to find another way to get in. Don't let the spies who are watching us think that we are working with Hong Xiu, otherwise we will be in trouble."
Lao Jiu shook his head: "No need, Thirteenth Sister will not enter Yuncheng."
Old Ten and Eleven looked at her: "Why?"
"Look there." Lao Jiu pointed to an obscure flower inserted into a gap in the stone on the city wall.
Old Ten and Eleven looked at it and saw that it was a withered purple orchid, proving that Thirteenth Sister had come and left again.
The three of them were speechless: "..."
Lao Shi was unhappy: "Thirteenth sister didn't meet us. It seems she found a place to play by herself. I originally thought of taking her to Yanzhou for some fun together."
But Eleven was very worried: "Where will Thirteenth sister go down the mountain for the first time? Will she be bullied? Or what should she do if she is deceived?"
Lao Jiu looked at his two younger brothers amusedly: "Thirteenth sister's skills are better than yours, and her brains are not as bad as yours. Besides, you don't know what our Thirteenth sister's temperament is. Maybe we are looking for a place to farm again right now."
Already."
Old Ten and Eleven were speechless: "..."
It's really possible.
Lao Jiu patted the horse's back: "Let's go."
After saying this, the three of them turned around and saw that the white horse had spread its hooves and drove away.
As soon as they left, another group of people arrived. Passers-by at the city gate looked at them and couldn't help but marvel, what an outstanding person!
The first man to rush forward was Jun Ziqian. He was dressed in a crescent-colored brocade robe. His appearance was like a crown of jade, his eyebrows were like ink paintings, and his eyes were like green pools. His jade fan was gently swaying. He had an unparalleled weathervane, but he possessed all the evil charms of heaven and earth.
.
Yes, evil!
This is the side that he will only reveal when facing an enemy.
There was a sharp energy around him that no one dared to take lightly, and it spread out directly.
The ambushes lying around have received the signal and killed King Qin Jun Ziqian in one fell swoop before he entered the city gate!
Dozens of men in black rushed out, and a bloody and cruel fight broke out at this moment.
Among the men in black, a slender figure stood in the distance, wearing a flowing black dress and a veil, revealing only a pair of cold and murderous eyes.
Staring at Jun Ziqian who was surrounded in the middle, watching him easily kill her men with the jade fan, her eyes became even more gloomy and terrifying.
The slender figure flew over lightly, she raised her hand gently, rolled up her sleeves, and fired countless poisonous darts at Jun Ziqian.
Mo Zhu and his men's expressions suddenly changed: "Master!"
Jun Ziqian's eyes were sharp, and he suddenly jumped up to a height of three feet. He waved the white jade fan in his hand gently in mid-air, sending a gust of March breeze.
In an instant, the jade fan suddenly whirled and turned into thousands of pear blossom needles, flying down like raindrops. It blocked all the poisonous darts and made the people in black present feel a chill in their throats, and then lost consciousness.
In an instant, dozens of corpses were strewn all over the ground, and gurgling blood covered the ground.
The pear blossom needles have all fallen, but the gentle breeze still has its strength, sweeping towards the direction of the woman in black.
It was still an intimidating force that hit her body before she could dodge.
There was a pop sound, and the woman spat out a mouthful of blood. The soaked black veil fell down, revealing a beautiful face.