Chen Ling watched as the attendants around him were killed quickly, but he did not panic. His tent was also surrounded by the opponent, and it seemed that there was no way out.
"Successful king and defeated bandit, I recognize it today. But before I die, can you two adults please make me understand?"
Chen Ling stood proudly, not looking like a surrounded prisoner, but like a high-ranking victor.
"As expected of the Chen family's young master, I admire this magnanimity." Yan Feng slowly stepped forward with a smile, pulled out the Xiuchun knife and put it on the other's neck.
"Ahem."
Chen Ling covered her mouth and nose with a silk scarf and coughed twice as usual, then spread her hands and said with a helpless smile: "Sir, the next sick and weak person has no chance of escaping from this dragnet. Why don't you say something?"
My words have clarified my doubts, and in this way, even if I die, I will remember your kindness."
"Haha, you are the son of a noble family after all, you are just talking nonsense," Yan Feng sneered, "What's the use of the dead man's kindness?"
"That's right. If that's the case, please take action." Chen Ling coughed twice and calmly put his neck under the Xiuchun knife, as if he didn't care about his life at all.
This made Yan Feng feel a bit fresh. The heroes of the aristocratic family were indeed different from the Jianghu people. Even if they were about to die, they were so calm and composed. They knew that begging for mercy would not bring them a way out, so they simply didn't even bother to say a soft word.
Yan Feng raised the blade and slowly lowered it back to its original position. He asked with great interest: "Are you really not afraid of death?"
"Ants still live in vain, let alone humans."
Chen Ling sighed: "I just understand that since you have found me with such great fanfare, it is impossible for me to continue to live."
"So, you are quite free and easy."
Yan Feng laughed and shook his head: "If you are not a member of the Chen family, maybe we can become friends."
"Hahaha - cough, cough," Chen Ling covered her mouth and coughed twice, smiling happily: "Being able to be friends with Mr. Qianhu of Jinyiwei is a good thing that no one can ask for."
"It's true, but it's a pity that you are about to die." After the words fell, Yan Feng's eyes flashed with regret, but the blade in his hand did not loosen his grip at all.
"Otherwise, if I leave, wouldn't you be able to get what you want?" Chen Ling said with a smile.
"No," Yan Feng said with an embarrassed look on his face, "You have to die today. There are masters of the Jin Yiwei from all directions. Unless you can ask God to take over, you will not be able to escape under all these layers of defense."
"That's not necessarily true," Chen Ling narrowed her eyes and smiled deeper: "Maybe I can really fly to the sky and escape from the earth?"
Yan Feng was stunned, and then his expression suddenly changed. He quickly slashed at the tent above his head. After a tearing sound, he saw an empty night illuminated by firelight.
"Sir, be careful!"
The sound of tearing wind in his ears shocked Yan Feng's six souls out of their sheaths. In the lightning and stone fire, he saw the light from the intersection of gold and iron piercing his eyes, and then a bloody flower bloomed.
Plop - Chen Ling's body fell backwards to the ground. In his slightly open mouth, he bit a bamboo tube as thick as a chopstick. The sharp light on its tip made people shudder.
After a long while, Yan Feng, who was still in shock, realized what had happened. He looked at Cui Yixiao behind him who was still holding the string, clasped his fists seriously and said, "The grace of saving my life will never be forgotten."
Cui Yixiao breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's fine, sir."
At this time, he was also extremely frightened. Who would have expected that the other party would actually hide such a trick? It can only be said that Yan Feng is indeed lucky. If his reaction had been slower than half a beat, Yan Qianhu would also be lying on the ground at this time.
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Similarly, Yan Feng himself never expected that Chen Ling, who knew he would die, would actually want to take him away before leaving. This ruthlessness really exceeded his expectations.
Yan Feng, who came back to his senses, was also a little annoyed. I'm afraid he shouldn't have been so curious from the beginning. This person has no martial arts skills at all. Once he chooses to kill the opponent directly, this person has no chance to sneak attack on him.
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Looking at Yan Feng who looked a little annoyed, Cui Yixiao comforted him: "This person is dead, sir, don't worry."
Yan Feng was silent for a moment, and then ordered: "Let's do it. No one who sees us tonight can be spared. Chen Ling died at the hands of those bald men in Northern Shaolin."
"As ordered." After the imperial guards responded, they disappeared into the night and began to clean up.
And just when Yan Feng succeeded, Xu Le on the other side also received good news——
Under the pouring rain, Chen's convoy was overturned. Chen Nuo, who was old and bones, managed to crawl out of the overturned car with one breath. What he saw was a terrifying scene that looked like a wild land.
Countless knife marks of different shades were intertwined and crisscrossed, and the ravines left on the ground were like dungeons, with countless horse wheels stuck in them. People and horses were staggered, as if they had been ravaged by the hurricane.
Chen Nuo stared at a pair of cloudy old eyes, and it took him a long time to remember something. He seemed to have heard a warning, followed by a thunderous roar, and after that, this was it.
After a moment of daze, Chen Nuo saw a bright Xiuchun knife on his neck.
He looked up and saw the expressionless Xu Le. After a long moment of silence, he said in a determined tone: "You are crazy."
When he saw Xu Le here, Chen Nuo was already convinced that Chen Zihua had seen the right person. This Commander Lu was indeed a true son of the aristocratic family, but his ambitions were far greater than they imagined.
Much scarier.
As the head of the Chen family, Chen Zihua is a little naive because of his noble birth, but he is not stupid after all. He can be sure that Lu Hanjiang is trustworthy because he has accurately calculated the character of the other person and the relationship with the people of their family.
same.
Although the two had never met, Chen Zihua had already seen Lu Hanjiang's character from the deeds spread by each other. This man was very similar to Meng Yuan, but completely different.
The similarity is that the two methods of doing things are the same, but the difference is that Meng Yuan regards himself as the commander of the Imperial Guard from beginning to end, giving priority to the emperor's orders. Although he comes from the same noble family, he is an authentic court man at heart.
Minister.
But Lu Hanjiang was different. Before his identity as Jinyiwei, this person's extraordinary arrogance had already overridden everything. He had never really cared about anyone or anything, so it was completely impossible for him to be attached to the position of a commander.
, let alone be obedient because of this.
Chen Zihua's guess was not wrong. Unlike Meng Yuan, this man could be coaxed into cooperation. However, Chen Zihua's guess was also wrong. He thought that the other party's arrogance came from his status as a child of an aristocratic family.
But he didn't expect that even the aristocratic family was not worth mentioning in his eyes.
"You--" Chen Nuo's eyes turned serious, and just when he was about to speak, the Xiuchun knife fell to the ground and cut off his neck.
Xu Le drew the knife to shake off the blood, slowly sheathed the knife, then raised his foot and kicked Chen Nuo's silent body. He smiled coldly, turned around and left the place, leaving only the heavy rain to wash away all clues.