The stars are brilliant and spread across the earth.
In the Hanging Sword Division, Mo Zhongqian, wearing golden and red noble clothes, was sweeping the floor with a wooden broom in his hand...
He was still muttering in his mouth:
"You bastard, you dare to let me do such dirty work at night. When I gain power in the future, I will kill all of you!"
The more I thought about it, the angrier I became, and the noise of Mo Zhongqian sweeping the floor became louder and louder.
"Not only will I kill you all, I will also kill everyone named Zhang and Han that I meet. No one will be left!"
Perhaps he was scolding too loudly, but Uncle Zhang's voice came from the wooden house:
"What are you still arguing about, brat? Let me tell you, if you can't clean up tonight, the old man will stay up with you, and you won't even have breakfast tomorrow~"
"Oh, I got it~"
Mo Zhongqian responded, but there was no hint of resentment or other emotions in his tone... He himself called this ability to bend and stretch.
He pretends to be submissive now, and after he returns to Yuchenjing, he will let them know how powerful he is.
Thinking this way, Mo Zhongqian felt that he was even more energetic in sweeping the floor~
"Tch~ Isn't it just that I don't eat? Even my Linglong won't eat the food here. Who cares?"
His Highness the Prince was still muttering in a low voice, but he was just a little more serious about scanning.
Suddenly, an inexplicable aura spread from outside the wall and enveloped the entire courtyard.
Mo Zhongqian's skills were completely sealed by Han Feng, but he couldn't feel this strange atmosphere.
However, the sudden quiet environment in the courtyard still made him a little confused.
Stopping the broom in his hand, Mo Zhongqian looked around, hoping to find the source of this awkward feeling.
Before he knew it, the door of the wooden house opened.
Uncle Zhang, who was wearing a gray robe, came out carrying his ironwood broom and said coldly to Mo Zhongqian:
"Xiao Mo, come behind me."
Mo Zhongqian was a naughty guy, but he was not a person who couldn't tell the difference between the situation. He could see that something was not right in the atmosphere and scurried behind Uncle Zhang.
He stuck half of his head out to observe the yard and asked cautiously: "Smelly old man, what's going on?"
Uncle Zhang did not answer, but looked at the courtyard wall with a wary look on his face and shouted angrily:
"Who actually sneaked into the important place of Xuanjian Division? Didn't he know that this is an important place of the imperial court?"
It was extremely quiet nearby, there was no sound of insects, not even the sound of wind blowing leaves.
"As expected of the Xuanjian Division, a mere servant sweeping the floor can possess such martial arts, but you can't protect His Highness the Prince."
"Your Highness the Prince?"
After hearing these words, Uncle Zhang raised his eyebrows and turned to look at Mo Zhongqian... This kid has been calling himself the prince, and I thought he was shouting. Did it turn out to be the real thing?
Locked in Uncle Zhang's shocked gaze, Mo Zhongqian involuntarily puffed up his chest, but feeling the murderous aura in front of him in the wind, he unconsciously retracted his head behind Uncle Zhang.
His Royal Highness comforted himself in his heart... Mo Zhongqian, you are not spineless, your power is just sealed, you are not afraid at all, you can do it~
While Mo Zhongqian was in the process of self-hypnosis, three men in black had already rushed in over the wall, with their faces covered in black gauze and holding slender blades, and they went straight to kill Mo Zhongqian who was behind Uncle Zhang.
The night is cold and windy, and the blade comes to kill.
"Run away quickly and find the boss!"
Uncle Zhang pushed Mo Zhongqian's shoulder and rushed towards the three killers with an ironwood broom.
The veteran of the Hanging Sword Division, who had experienced hundreds of battles, still had some of the pride of his youth, waving his broom to draw the three killers into the battle group.
However, after all, Uncle Zhang is not a secretive sweeper. With the tacit cooperation of the three people, fatal scars are constantly added to his body.
Seeing this, Mo Zhongqian felt the real fear of death for the first time in his heart... It turned out that for him, when facing life and death, he was really no different from ordinary people...
Mo Zhonggan came to his senses in an instant and ran away outside the courtyard gate.
However, as soon as he ran to the door, he saw a mysterious assassin wearing a black gauze mask waiting for him.
Seeing Mo Zhongqian stunned in front of him, the mysterious assassin slowly pulled out the slender blade in his hand, and slashed at Mo Zhongqian's neck with a cold light.
Mo Zhongqian tried his best to escape, but under the lock of murderous intent, his legs seemed to be filled with lead and he couldn't lift them up...
In just an instant, the cold blade will come.
In this second, countless images flashed through Mo Zhongqian's mind.
Yuchenjing, Imperial City, Linglong, Queen Mother...
"Get out of the way!"
Uncle Zhang's shouts rang in Mo Zhongqian's ears, and Mo Zhongqian felt a strong push on himself, pushing him away.
Mo Zhongqian, who fell to the ground in a daze, felt a sharp pain in his back and fell to the ground. The scene in front of him was the scene of the mysterious assassin's blade slashing on Uncle Zhang's shoulder...
"Smelly old man!!"
For the first time, Mo Zhongqian felt his heart surge and was touched, and shouted loudly.
Uncle Zhang, whose shoulders were blood red, turned to look at Mo Zhongqian and roared in a hoarse voice:
"Quickly...escape..."
With a bang, the man in black raised the blade in his hand and kicked Uncle Zhang away. Then he walked quickly towards Mo Zhongqian and raised the blade in his hand:
"The time has been delayed too much. Please, Your Highness, please die as soon as possible."
Mo Zhongqian looked at the blood-stained blade in front of him, his heart filled with fear. He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. He could only stare at the man in black with hatred in his eyes.
The night light blows and the sword shines.
Then, the majestic energy of eight colors swept across all directions!
Han Feng, dressed in white, appeared in front of Mo Zhongqian with his hands behind his back.
The spontaneous operation of Zhou Liu Ba Jin completely suppressed the energy of the man in black.
The man in black immediately retreated and stood side by side with the other three murderers.
"Who sent you?"
Han Feng asked lightly.
"We are... sent by King Yama!!"
The mysterious killer roared, intending to fight to the death. The four of them rushed out side by side, all targeting Mo Zhonggan behind Han Feng.
But Han Feng didn't give them any chance and slowly raised his palm.
The blue dragon roars furiously!
The golden dragon shadow struck into the courtyard, and its majestic force knocked the four of them flying backwards and forwards, smashing the upper and lower courtyard walls.
"Pfft... let's go!"
The four people who were seriously injured and vomiting blood turned around and disappeared into the night.
Han Feng turned around, and Mo Zhongqian had already rushed to lie down in front of Uncle Zhang, who was covered in blood.
"Old man! Are you okay?"
Mo Zhongqian, whose face was filled with hatred and anger, turned to look at Han Feng:
"Han Feng, His Highness is in danger all because of you. I will tell my father to kill you!"
This guy spent a whole day through labor reform, but nothing happened...
Han Feng shrugged:
"It's up to you. I'm the only one who has been passed down from generation to generation in my family. There's no difference between killing everyone and killing me~"
"you!"
Mo Zhongqian was furious for a moment.
At this time, people from the Xuanjian Division arrived one after another, and Xu Can and Liu Minghua also came over.
Han Feng said to the guards of the Xuanjian Division:
"Okay, let's find a safer firewood shed for the third prince to protect him. Don't delay his labor reform tomorrow~"
Mo Zhongqian: "???"
I'm already like this and you still want me to work?
The guards cooperated very well and took Mo Zhongqian away.
Only Han Feng, Xu Can and Liu Minghua were left present.
Then……
Han Feng took out a piece of broken walking stick, threw it to the ground with a squeak, stepped on it and picked it up again, and said to Xu Can and Liu Minghua:
"Okay, the case has been solved. Look, this is the Feng family emblem. They must have done this and not escaped. We will go and arrest them tomorrow."
Xu Can is an upright person, but he still can't accept this kind of operation. He scratched the back of his head and asked: "Is this really okay for us?"
Han Feng patted his shoulder:
"Don't worry, I have experience in setting up false accusations. Trust me, you are right."