Chapter 80 Life and Death Jing Yi's frosty face showed a smile, and his sincere smile was extremely beautiful against the candlelight.
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In the palace, in the Queen's Palace, Nalan Qingyi was having dinner with An Wan and Nalan Zhenhai, but what he was thinking about was what was happening to Jing Yirong now. He was not worried about their failure, but worried about their failure.
If it is too simple to succeed, then all this will be too meaningless.
Making an excuse at random, Nalan Qingyi walked out of the courtyard and saw a pigeon flying towards him. Nalan Qingyi realized that it was not an ordinary pigeon, so he grabbed a stone and threw it down. The pigeon fell to the ground in pain, and Nalan Qingyi
Qingyi picked it up and found that there was a bamboo stick tied to the pigeon's anklet. Nalan Qingyi took out the note.
An Wan's handwriting says, "Nothing is different."
Nalan Qingyi tore up the note with a smile and stuffed the note on his body. After releasing the homing pigeon, the provocative smile on his lips deepened. He wanted to see what happens when everything is not under Jing Yirong's control.
At that time, could she still let him watch a good show?
At the same time, in the secret room of the Prime Minister's Mansion, Jing Yirong was working hard to open the secret room door.
"Back off." A ball of blue light gathered in Jing Yirong's palms. As Jing Yirong continued to move the ball, the ball of light grew bigger and bigger, until it was so big that it was almost full. Jing Yirong
Rongcai waved towards the stone gate.
There was a loud bang, and the stone door was torn into pieces, and the broken stone could actually leave scratches on people's skin.
"Ah!" A scream came from Gray. It turned out that he had just checked everything and was about to go out. Unexpectedly, the stone door was blown open, and his whole body was blown away. He leaned against the wall and vomited.
He passed out with blood in his stool.
"Kill everyone except him." Jing Yirong shouted to Nalan Zhenqi, she didn't want Gray to die too easily.
The secret room was actually a simple dungeon. The Jing family was imprisoned in the cells. There was a guard guarding the door of each cell. Jing Yirong mockingly thought of the hundreds of martial arts masters mentioned by Ge Jiangke, and even told An Wan and him
They didn't tell the truth, but they were really lazy.
With Jing Yirong's skills, he could defeat one in a minute. Such a person is worthy of being called a martial arts master. Jing Yirong grabbed the opponent's neck with one hand and twisted it lightly with disdain, causing Wei Wei to die.
Nalan Zhenqi looked at the corpse lying at his feet with eyes wide open. The hand holding the sword could not help but tremble. This was the first person he had killed. He still clearly remembered the fear in his eyes just now.
, if the person who was killed was himself, would he be so scared? Even if he keeps saying that he is not afraid, when death actually comes, he will still feel deep despair.
Jing Yirong grabbed Nalan Zhenqi's shoulders and said, "A man should keep his word. Remember what you just said. I'll leave the rest of these people to you."
Nalan Zhenqi looked back and looked at the person Jing Yirong was pointing at. There were ten people looking at them with wary expressions, and there were already more than twenty people lying on the ground. Nalan Zhenqi looked at Jing Yirong.
With a calm face, he said, "Master, how many people did you kill before you practiced to have an expressionless face?"
Jing Yirong turned around and said, "I'll tell you when you kill them."
Jing Yirong pushed Nalan Zhenqi towards the people who were watching them eagerly. Nalan Zhenqi held his sword and roared towards the crowd. Every one of the guards
They all had the attitude of either you die or I live, so they showed no mercy to Nalan Zhenqi. Ten people surrounded Nalan Zhenqi and pointed their swords at his vital points.
Jing Yirong leaned against the wall and watched the battle quietly. Nalan Zhenqi was still a little reluctant to let go. Perhaps it was because after receiving a few sword blows, the sword slowly became more murderous.
A bit of murderous intent struck from behind. When Nalan Zhenqi turned around, it was already too late. He saw with his own eyes the sword pierced his shoulder and blood flowed out wantonly. Only at this moment did Nalan Zhenqi truly feel the approach of death.
Real war is different from practicing swordsmanship in daily life.
He hit the sword with a palm, and the sword broke into pieces. Nalan Zhijin pulled the sword out of his shoulder again, and the blood wet his hand, which also awakened Nalan Zhenqi's desire to live, and his eyes oozed with tears.
Blood red, his sword was no longer weak, and the blade was full of murderous intent and stabbed all the guards.
The guards fell one by one without even a chance to fight back. Ten people could only solve the problem in an instant. When the sword was pulled out from the body of the last person with blood, Nalan Zhenqi fell to his knees in exhaustion.
The sword was pressed against the ground to support his body, which was about to fall at any moment.
Jing Yirong stepped on the corpse and walked towards Nalan Zhenqi, squatting down and saying, "Only those who want to be killed will know that killing is just a form of self-preservation. If you didn't have the intention to kill just now, then you should be the one who dies."
Now, to answer your question, I don’t know how many people I killed to get to where I am now, because I don’t remember how many people I killed, and killing is my profession.”
Nalan Zhenqi raised his head and said, "Killing is not fun."
Jing Yirong tore off a corner of his clothes and sneered while bandaging Nalan Zhenqi's wound, "When you can only survive by killing people, happiness is no longer what you want. Zhenqi, your master is not a kind person.
As a person, if you expect yourself to have a master who is chivalrous and has a strong sense of justice, then you have already chosen the wrong person."
After Jing Yirong bandaged Nalan Zhenqi's wound, he stood up and opened the cell with blood on his hands, and said coldly to a group of frightened people: "You can come out now."
"Yirong," the woman grabbed Jing Yirong's hand in fear, "Yirong, are you okay? Are you injured?"
"No." Jing Yirong withdrew her hand. She was not used to the overly concerned expression on the woman's face. She was not their Jing Yirong, and she could not bear their concern. "Zhenqi, go and open all the locks.
Gather all the people in the prison and take them out together."
"Yes." Nalan Zhenqi had woken up from the trance.
Outside the secret room, Ge Jiangke waited tremblingly for Gray's return. As time passed, his worry became more and more serious, "Where has this kid gone? Why hasn't he come back yet?"
While Ge Jiangke was waiting, a carrier pigeon suddenly flew down in the courtyard. He frowned and looked at An Wan suspiciously, wondering why she was still here and why she wanted to send the carrier pigeon.
When Qiao Shuang'er saw the look in Ge Jiangke's eyes, she knew that the matter might be revealed. Sure enough, Ge Jiangke walked into the courtyard and grabbed the carrier pigeon. He pulled out a piece of paper and read it. His expression immediately changed, and then he gave a majestic order, "
Someone come!”
The first thing Qiao Shuang'er did was to take off the heavy headdress on her head. When joking and escaping, it was better to be lighter.
More than thirty people immediately appeared in the courtyard. They surrounded the entire hall. Ge Jiangke held the note and said, "You are so brave. You even dare to pretend to be a queen. Let's see how I treat you."
As soon as Ge Jiangke finished speaking, a black figure fell in the hall. He grabbed Qiao Shuang'er and flew out, disappearing into the courtyard. Ge Jiangke didn't even have time to reflect. When he found out, the figure had already disappeared from sight.
, suddenly remembered that he had left his son who had not returned, and ordered a group of people to rush to the rockery.
Qiao Shuang'er and Xiao Yan landed on the eaves together. Qiao Shuang'er escaped from death with a happy face, "I'm so lucky to have you, otherwise I would have been dead just now."
"The Crown Princess hasn't come out yet. Ge Jiangke must have gone to the place where the hostages are being held. Let's follow him quickly to see if there is anything we can do to help." Xiao Yan flew up again after finishing her words.
Qiao Shuang'er took off a layer of heavy outer clothing and followed immediately. Although her martial arts skills were not very good, brother Yu Liu also taught her how to be relaxed so that she could use it every time she escaped.
While waiting for Jing Yirong to save everyone in the secret room, Ge Jiangke immediately stood at the entrance. A fire was lit at the entrance. The blazing flames made the entrance hot. The secret room was closed, and the air inside was originally
It is not enough. If Ge Jiangke pours poisonous smoke into the secret room again, everyone inside will probably die.
"Jing Yirong, since you dare to come to save people, and since you don't want Nalan Qingyi to hand over the position of crown prince, now that I'm suffocating you to death, you still have an explanation to the queen." Ge Jiangke's fierce voice came from the entrance.
Enter.
Jing Yirong looked calm and said, "Ge Jiangke, you are already old. I don't know if you can have another son to die with. I feel that I am not at a disadvantage if your son is with me on the road to hell."
"You!" Ge Jiangke was extremely angry, "Jing Yi Rong, you bitch, if you release Lei'er now, I can still keep your whole body, or now you ask Nalan Qingyi to hand over the crown prince's position to me
I can give you a break."
Jing Yirong said disdainfully, "Ge Jiangke, I originally considered letting both Gray and you die more happily, but your words just now made me completely give up this idea. I will definitely make it impossible for you to survive and die."
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"I didn't expect you to be so arrogant when you are about to die," Ge Jiangke shouted, "Jing Yirong, you can be cold-blooded and ruthless. Why should I care about such a useless son? If I can kill you, it is worth sacrificing him."
.You and your entire family will die inside.”
"No, no." A cry of fear came from behind Jing Yirong immediately. Jing Yirong looked at these people and they all occupied more or less space in her memory, and they were all good memories.
Jing Yirong's heart suddenly throbbed again, and she hurriedly interrupted those people's cries for help, "Shut up, if you keep making noise, I will kill him now."
Perhaps he had never seen Jing Yirong look so fierce. The crying people actually stopped and looked at Jing Yirong in disbelief. The pain in Jing Yirong's chest finally subsided.
Jing Yirong looked at the heated entrance, thinking she could be trapped in this way? Ge Jiangke was too whimsical.
Wind came out of Jing Yirong's palm and went straight towards the flames. The fire at the entrance changed its direction. A scream came from the guard who had been guarding outside the entrance. It was probably because his face was hurt by the fire. Jing Yirong immediately walked out of the entrance.
, and kicked the burning wood away.
The guards hurriedly retreated, and Nalan Zhenqi caressed all the hostages and walked out of the secret room. The dark night was lit by countless torches. Ge Jiangke unexpectedly mobilized a team of a hundred people from nowhere.
The guards surrounded Jing Yirong and the others. Ge Jiangke stood behind everyone and said, "Jing Yirong, today is the day you die."