"Ha." Lin Chu resisted the urge to roll his eyes and seriously doubted Duanmuyan's IQ: "May I ask the princess, is this the first time you have been assassinated?"
When Bai Wuchang's Ten Thousand Blood Curse was a dream?
Duanmuyan's face collapsed, and his face was as pale as snow: "What should we do? Lin Chu, please think of a solution quickly."
"Bang!"
A heavy object seemed to hit from outside the car, causing the carriage to tremble. The next moment, the carriage rose to the ground with lightning speed.
Duanmuyan screamed in fright, and wrapped around Lin Chu like an octopus: "What should I do? I don't want to die!"
Lin Chu frowned: "If you don't do it, you won't die!"
She tried to push Duanmuyan out, but the man exerted all his strength and it was as if he was growing on her body.
"Let go!"
"I don't." Duanmuyan's eyes were filled with tears: "Quickly think of a way to save me!"
Lin Chu took a breath, Miss Jiao and all that... were annoying to death!
"Who did you recruit?"
"I...I don't know." Duanmuyan cried miserably: "They came to me and said they admired me and could teach you a lesson for me."
Lin Chu: “…….” The brain is a good thing!
"If you want to live, let go!"
Duanmuyan shook his head like a rattle: "You can't leave me!"
Lin Chu frowned, raised his palm like a blade and slashed at Duanmuyan's neck without hesitation. The woman's throat was still in her throat, and she fell to the ground softly.
No one could see in the darkness, Lin Chu's eyes were as red as blood, and air waves like blood mist were surging all over his body. The hissing sound of air flow was drowned in the rustling sound of thousands of arrows.
The bright arrows were like pear blossoms in a rainstorm, rushing towards the carriage suspended in the air by iron chains from all directions at the same time. Flames danced at the tails of the arrows, and they fell like meteors from far to near.
However, the moment the menacing arrows hit the carriage... it inexplicably turned around.
"Crack, bang!"
In the brilliance of the waning moon, bright arrows, and rain of fire, the luxurious Qiluan golden-domed carriage was completely covered in dazzling blood. The thick iron bars on the wrists were torn apart by the frosty white fingers of the thin young man. A handsome figure came out through the window.
, with his toes just a little on the roof of the car, he flew up.
"Ouch!"
The beast roared like thunder, passing through the red gold shadow, and caught the young man's body firmly.
Above the sky, there are countless jackdaws flying, and the white and cold light of snow appears in the sky and on the ground. If you look up, in the middle of the night, there seem to be many more moons in the sky.
Poof, the full moon entered the body, and the blood rain suddenly appeared in the night. The mourners were everywhere, and the dark hills suddenly appeared a bright color in the night, like the sky full of red leaves in autumn.
Eventually it was destroyed in a huge fire.
The cold young man's eyes were red, standing in front of the gorgeous mountain fire, above the roaring golden lion, his black hair swaying with the air waves.
"Grandsons, get out of here!"
"Ouch!"
The lion's roar shook the sky, and the mountain fire was reflected in his eyes. He felt that his blood was ignited. He roared heartily, and the suffocation of being trapped in a cage for the past few days was wiped away.
It was happy, but it was painful for the war horses that were surrounding it. In its thin breath, the war horses neighed, and their legs couldn't help but feel weak.
Almost in the blink of an eye, people were on their backs.
Lin Chu stepped onto the golden lion and stood with his hands tied, his clothes and hair flying like flags in the night wind. His red eyes were filled with turbulent waves, staring down at the fallen men and horses on the ground. He was like a king looking down on the world, killing with coldness.
There is no Lin Zhi!
Lin Chu raised his eyebrows and saw that among the crowd of people dressed in black, there was only one person wearing white clothes with cloud patterns, and the green blade in his hand was three feet like frost. The moment the horse fell, he flew up, carrying a sword, and holding up the sword like flowers.
