Ling Zhexiao once wanted to destroy what he couldn't get, but he couldn't bear it. He couldn't bear Yan Junqing disappearing from this world and disappearing from his own life. He had deep feelings about his past mistakes.

He felt deep regret, but he still couldn't resist his desire to rob Yan Junqing again after he knew that Yan Junqing was still alive.

"Brother... I don't allow you to look at other people, no." Ling Zhexiao's aura suddenly became sharper, and several thin arrows suddenly appeared around him and rushed towards Ye Jiangxue.

Ye Jiangxue's eyes dimmed, but she was not worried. There was no trace of panic on her face, as if she had expected it. Before the shadow guard showed up, Yan Junqing used her inner strength to blow away those thin arrows.

The thin arrow actually turned in the direction it came from.

The spinning thin arrow did not hurt anyone, but it cut off the flames on several candles, making the whole room no longer so bright and dazzling. Because of this, the hidden people in the room were also revealed.

There were actually several teams of crossbowmen lined up in the huge room. The crossbows in their hands were not big, they were all pocket-sized, but their speed was excellent. Ye Jiangxue squinted her fox eyes and looked at the teams of crossbowmen.

The enemy soldier then blinked into the darkness, and almost instantly, a shadow guard appeared, carefully holding a huge thing in his hand.

And that thing was directly passed to Yan Junqing's hand. His hand touched it gently. Almost in an instant, a few more candles were extinguished. The enemy's crossbow archer was startled and held the crossbow in his hand tighter, waiting for Ling.

Zhe Xiao's order, but Ling Zhexiao did not give the order at this time, with a hint of appreciation in his eyes.

With the corners of his eyes raised, he looked at the thing in Yan Junqing's hand. It was Yan Junqing's weapon, the Fengming Qin. It was a lyre. In Yan Junqing's hands, it could not only play moving music, but also kill people invisibly.

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"This piano can only shine in the hands of my brother." Ling Zhexiao's eyes suddenly curved into a smile, and his lips also raised to a strange arc. Ye Jiangxue couldn't help but frown as he looked at this.

The expression is not a good one.

Ye Jiangxue turned her head and looked at Yan Junqing, and then at Ling Zhexiao who was standing in front of her. The two people looked somewhat similar, but their auras were completely different. Yan Junqing's was more calm and reserved, while Ling Zhexiao's

He is the representative of coldness and evil.

"I said, Ling Zhexiao, as the emperor of Da Shen, you are not afraid of your country being trampled on. Is it really okay for an emperor to come to another country?" Ye Jiangxue's words were like a needle pricking Ling Zhexiao's heart.

In his heart, his expression moved slightly. Could it be that Ye Jiangxue had already arranged all the external matters when he came here?

Yan Junqing also cast his gaze on Ye Jiangxue for a moment. After seeing Ye Jiangxue's inscrutable smile, his lips also raised once, but then moved down quickly, but Ling Zhexiao still saw the trace of that smile.

Laughing, my heart tightened even more, and then I laughed pretending not to care: "Hahahahaha... Empress of the Southern Jin Dynasty, do you think I'm a fool? I'm not someone as easily deceived as Ling Ziliang!" Ling Zhexiao said.
Chapter completed!