Chu Qing really didn't know what to say, every drink and every peck was... wasteful!
He really didn't pay attention to this matter. He had been busy for so long before the relationship, and all he did was neighbors.
He was quite impressed with the Qu Mansion in Qu Mingtong. When he left the house, he turned left and was half way through the incense stick. The whole house was full of Internet celebrities, which left a deep impression on him.
"Wu, I've heard of you."
Wu Yong, holding a soft sword, walked down the steps. With a wave of his hand, the four assassins took a few steps back.
Wu Yong looked at Fu San, with the air of a master: "A warrior in the army, the pioneer of Mo Dao Camp."
Fu San: "Why are you so short?"
Wu Yong: “…”
Fu San: "It's still ugly."
"You're looking for death!"
Wu Yong let out a low roar, pointed his toes, and straightened his arms like a earthly grandson. The soft sword made a crackling sound, shaking out the afterimage, and went straight to Fu San.
When the third brother saw the distance, he knew that the four assassins wanted them to fight in a duel. He showed no fear on his face, slightly bent his left arm to protect his face, and held Qianji behind his back to meet them.
Unsurprisingly, the soft sword touched Fu San's left arm with an afterimage, and retreated at the touch. However, Fu San failed to hit the blow, and his left arm was bloody and bloody, and the cuff was stained with blood in the blink of an eye.
Fu San didn't dare to pursue him yet, not because he was afraid of being surrounded, but because he was afraid that someone would do something bad to Chu Qing.
"Take the knife!"
Chu Qing roared and quickly untied the silk handkerchief wrapped around his palm. Fu San's expression changed dramatically and he backed away: "Master, Master, please slow down. Just give it to me. Don't throw it away. Don't throw it away."
Chu Qing handed the long knife to the cautious Fu San with a look of helplessness.
After changing his weapon, Fu San shook his sleeves and drew blood: "Come again!"
"good!"
The soft sword shook out an afterimage, which dazzled the eyes. Fu San ignored it and just slashed Huashan with one force. Unexpectedly, when the soft and hard swords were about to collide, Wu Yong suddenly threw out a chain hammer the size of a baby's fist from his sleeves. The third brother was able to dodge.
, but if he dodges, it doesn't matter if he is scratched again by the soft sword. The important thing is that he wants to kill the enemy.
Still blocking with his left arm and using his flesh and blood to block the sword, Fu San stabbed out with his long sword and received a heavy hammer blow from the chain on his abdomen.
Wu Yong did not expect Fu San to be so brave. With a look of horror on his face, Wu Yong stopped his body. The clothes on his chest touched the blade, but it penetrated his flesh and kept retreating.
Fu San also retreated to Chu Qing's side, holding back the burning sensation in his chest and gritting his teeth tightly.
At this moment, a whistle came from outside the mansion, and Wu Yong roared: "The prince is coming soon, come together!"
This time, together with Wu Yong and the other five people, Fu San looked deeply at Chu Qing, as if he had something to say, with a strong look of reluctance on his face.
The third brother knew that he couldn't fight against five people alone, and if Chu Qing was added to it, he would die without mercy... and he would die tragically. Moreover, there were assassins outside the house, and there must be quite a few of them.
Chu Qing smiled: "When you die, stay closer."
"Okay, little one, stay close to you. When we get to Huangquan Road, I will definitely practice my sword skills hard so that you won't be humiliated again."
"I'll practice too!"
Fu San endured the severe pain, nodded heavily, and held the long knife tightly in his right hand.
Chu Qing finally used Qianji. Feeling the weight of Qianji, he suddenly thought of Huang Laosi.
I haven't given Huang Laosi a draft yet, and I haven't celebrated the second birthday of the Supreme Emperor. Miss Tao hasn't had her legs yet, so my uncle...
At this moment, he thought of many people. After taking a deep breath and getting rid of distracting thoughts, Chu Qing just wanted to have someone to support him before he died. The last one was Wu Yong, who deserved to be killed.
The five assassins pressed forward and slowly dispersed, less than three meters away from the two of them.
Just as Wu Yong was about to pull out the software, a scolding sound suddenly came out.
"Little thief, look at the knife!"
When the sound comes, the light comes.
Three streams of light, in the shape of a Chinese character, were like flying stars, heading straight towards the crowd.
These three streams of light were extremely swift, like sharp arrows piercing the darkness. One of them pierced Fu San's feet, another hit Wu Yong... the shadow wall behind him, and another hit Gan Chu Qing's face.
Chu Qing, who was caught off guard, almost fell down and subconsciously covered his face. Only then did he see that it was a flying knife, and his heart suddenly rose to his throat.
Fu San's expression also changed drastically, and he quickly protected Chu Qing. When he looked back, he was relieved: "The hilt, young master, young master, young master, it's the hilt. Fortunately, it's the hilt."
Chu Qing swallowed a mouthful of saliva and looked at the finger-long flying knife on the ground, covered in cold sweat.
He may not be afraid of death, but he is afraid of losing his appearance.
Seeing that Chu Qing was so frightened, Fu San had a look of concern on his face: "Master, you are so strong... No, do you feel any pain?"
Chu Qing finally came to his senses, with a scared look on his face: "Do you think it hurts?"
Fu San nodded.
It must hurt, and the little ones know it best.
Wu Yong and others did not expect that there would be an uninvited guest in the Chu Mansion, and judging from the voice, it was a woman.
Everyone looked towards the direction where the sound came from, and then they saw a pretty figure wearing a black night suit and a veil.
Both groups looked over and saw that pretty figure standing on top of the wall, holding a three-foot green peak in her hand, which was extremely majestic.
"I know there are ghosts and ghosts coming to the capital. Little thieves dare to assassinate ministers in the capital. Have you asked me if I have ever asked this heroine?"
Chu Qing and Fu looked at each other, feeling that the voice sounded familiar.
Wu Yong looked wary: "Who are you?"
"Heroine!"
After finishing her words, I saw the majestic heroine slowly bending down, then squatting down, then sitting on the wall, then slowly turning around, then grabbing the wall with both hands, and then... leaning against the wall.
He leaned against the wall and slid down bit by bit until it was almost slippery. He straightened his toes and felt that they were not touching the ground. He glanced down again and saw that it was not too high, so he jumped down.
After jumping down, she clapped her hands. Just as the heroine was about to speak again, she suddenly remembered that the sword fell on the wall. She stood up on tiptoes and stretched out her arms. After reaching for it for a while, she found that she couldn't reach it, so she started to jump again. She jumped for several times.
When I went down, I accidentally hit the other end of the wall with the long sword on the wall.
In short, the atmosphere was very awkward. Everyone looked at this heroine who suddenly appeared out of nowhere, as if they were looking at a tease.
Looking at the heroine again, she seemed to be quite embarrassed. She quickly went around to the other side of the wall and retrieved the sword. She ran over in three steps and then stood five meters to the left of Chu Qing and Fu San.
Played with swordsmanship.
"When a large number of people bully a small number of people, if there are five against one and a half, what kind of hero is that?"
Chu Qing glanced at Fu San: "The half he mentioned is not me, right?"
Fu San didn't say anything. He felt that his young master should have the answer to this question.
Wu Yong looked wary: "Who are you!"
"Dachang Heroine!"
A breeze blew, and the veil rose slightly. Chu Qing was dumbfounded. Even Fu San, who was always calm, was also confused. He turned out to be the Princess of Qingyang?!
Princess Qingyang quickly covered her veil with her hands and glanced at Chu Qing furtively: "You are wrong, you are not my princess."
Chu Qing grinned and couldn't say a word.
What did we say? You are not the princess of this county.
Another whistle came from outside, and Wu Yong was just about to call everyone to come forward, but the heroine Princess Qingyang took the lead. With a cooing sound, she put the fingers of her left hand together and stabbed forward with the sword in her right hand.
An assassin's expression changed slightly, and he slashed at the long sword.
The swords collided with each other, the sound of metal and iron clashing was heard, and the long sword... flew away.
"Good skill!"
Princess Qingyang praised her, turned around and ran away to pick up the sword.
Fu San was completely speechless.
Whatever you do is good, no one does anything about it, okay?
Chu Qing covered his face and said: "Male Gobi, buy two and get one free."