Yu Qinghuan's face was earth-colored, and his eyes shivered and trembled, as if he was extremely frightened.
However……
Whoosh!
There was a subtle sound like the flapping of mosquito wings, and the buzzing sound was almost undetectable. The dagger in Yu Qinghuan's hand stabbed Lin Chu's lower abdomen at a tricky angle.
He hid his murderous intent with a soft surface, and his eyes flashed with excitement.
He was sure that this blow would hit.
Lin Chuhe let out a loud sound, and her palm flew up to Yu Qinghuan's stabbed wrist like lightning, and she pressed down suddenly and then folded it.
Click!
Yu Qing let out a joyous cry, and the dagger in his hand clattered to the ground. His wrist was in terrible pain, and his whole arm was limp, and he could no longer exert any strength.
"you!"
He glared angrily, and before he could say a single word, Lin Chu kicked him in the chest with a thunderous kick. He flew out like a ball rolling to the ground.
Bang!
He fell from mid-air and landed squarely on Huo Xiaoying, who was trying to take advantage of the chaos to escape.
Huo Xiaoying was hit so hard that three of her ribs were broken. Her eyes rolled and she fainted on the spot.
Yu Qinghuan felt his energy and blood surge, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood. His chest hurt as if it was split.
All the lightning and flint in the courtyard are full of danger.
Outside the courtyard, Mr. Wen Sheng, whose face looks like a yellow stone, sat leisurely on a chair under the tree.
His complexion is sallow, his eyebrows are picturesque, he is handsome and elegant, his eyes are big and round, but there is not much sparkle in them. Moreover, his lips are very dark, with a slight purple tint.
His whole body looked sick and weak.
However, this did not affect his joyful mood. At this moment, he was holding a chess piece between his slender fingertips, and it fell onto the chessboard.
If Lin Chu were here, he would definitely recognize this man as the young master who massacred all the merchants in the forest outside Kuizhou Mansion that day.
"Young Marshal, if you place the chess piece here, your subordinates will win."
Opposite him, a middle-aged scribe shook his goose feather fan and spoke with a smile.
Looking at Bai Zi who was forced into a desperate situation by Heizi, a meaningful smile appeared on his lips and teeth: "How could you know that a blessing in disguise is a blessing in disguise?"
"Young Marshal!"
A golden-armored warrior approached quietly and said, "The sixth prince was beaten."
"Are you dead?" The sickly young man raised his eyes casually.
"No."
"Oh, don't worry about it."
The sickly young master once again lost his son, and looked at the middle-aged scribe with a smile: "Sir, it's your turn."
"Have I ever told you that anyone who touches me will die."
In the courtyard, Lin Chu's whole body was filled with violent and bloodthirsty rage, and his eyes were filled with cold determination.
She pressed her fingers lightly on the buckle at her waist, and after a soft click, she slowly pulled out a thumb-thick, extremely flexible ribbon from the belt.
Then, when swung into the wind, the flexible ribbon turned into a hard slinging stick in the blink of an eye.
I don’t know what material the swing stick is made of, but I can see that it is as dazzling as gold in the sun, and its whole body exudes an awe-inspiring cold air.
"Yu Qinghuan, why don't you believe what I said?"
Her voice seemed to be stained with winter snow and spring frost, stirring up the flames of destruction in the Nine Hells. It was so frightening that it made even breathing difficult.
"Lin Chu, what do you want to do?" Yu Qinghuan swallowed hard, fear drowning him like a tide. But the pride of the royal family would never allow him to bow his head.
Yu Qinghuan was dominated by two emotions, tormented to the point of going crazy, and her eyes instantly turned red.
"Xiao Wang is the prince of the Eastern Tang Dynasty and the envoy of this peace negotiation. Aren't you afraid of death if you dare to touch me?"
"Being a prince? Isn't it good?"
Lin Chu's pupils moved slightly, but the smile on his lips became colder and colder: "I will count to three, and if you don't give me back my people, today will be your last day as the prince of the Eastern Tang Dynasty."
She raised the stick in her hand, whipping up the wind and whistling, and hit Yu Qinghuan's right leg.