"Chill!" The old man deliberately raised his voice: "Your task now is to kill him! Did you hear him clearly?"
"Understood!" The sword in Han Chan's hand gleamed with chilling silver light in the moonlight, disturbing people's mood.
Han Cicada's flying body without warning, the tip of the sword pointed at Yu Chen's chest, and he stabbed it mercilessly.
Yu Chen obviously didn't expect that his first move would be so cruel, and he didn't even have time to draw the sword. Although he had tried his best to avoid it, he still left a heavy blow on his shoulder.
However, the sword in Hiram's hand didn't seem to stop, she turned around, and stabbed it straight, making a fatal move.
Yu Chen didn't even have time for questioning. He wanted to know why Han Chan treated him this way. They are obviously brothers, and they are obviously brothers who depend on each other for life!
Yu Chen never drew his sword, but was trying desperately to avoid it. After a short while, his body was already bleeding like a bloody man.
The old man laughed triumphantly, but he didn't know that the danger was approaching him step by step.
The tip of Han Chan's sword flew towards Yu Chen's throat, and this time, he didn't avoid it anymore. He looked at the sky in despair and smiled three times, and slowly closed his eyes, as if he was enjoying the only peace before he died.
"Ah!" A miserable shrill scream resounded throughout the woods.
Yu Chen didn't feel the pain he had expected, was startled, and slowly opened his eyes.
I saw Cicada pierce the old man's chest with a sword.
"You, you—" Before the old man could finish speaking intermittently, Chilling quickly drew the sword out, bringing out a dazzling scarlet blood.
The old man fell heavily on the ground with his big, hideous eyes, thinking that he was dead.
The knife in Han Chan's hand fell on the other ground with a'pang', his whole body trembled slightly, then he turned around abruptly, and hugged the crumbling feather dust tightly in his arms.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry—" I kept chanting these three words repeatedly, tears falling down my cheeks.
"I'm so old, and crying like a child! How can I be the master of Mingyue Sect in the future?" Yu Chen softly comforted the tearful person in front of him.
All of this was actually arranged long ago. Yu Chen had long noticed that the guardian had been eyeing the position of the leader, but now he fabricated this imaginary correspondence with the enemy, just trying to push him down from the leader. He made Hanchan a confidant of the old man, knowing that he would let their brothers kill each other, and designed this bitter plan, and then eliminated him when he was not paying attention, and then let Hanchan ascend the seat of the leader. , Forget about one of my own worries, I owe too much to my brother in this life.
"Okay! Go back soon and say that I have been killed by that old man. This is—" Yu Chen said every word with difficulty, and took out a sign from his sleeve: "This is the token of the leader of Mingyue Sect. I have discussed with several law guards in private, and they will help you!"
"I won't go, I want-" Han Chan pleaded bitterly like a child.
"Don't be fooling around, this injury won't kill me! Go back, I have something else to do!"
"but-"
"Be obedient, or I'll be angry!"
"Got it!" Han Chan mumbled and whispered, then took out a porcelain bottle: "This is a good medicine, you have to remember to apply it!"
"Got it!" Yu Chen waved his hand a little impatiently, motioning him to go back quickly.
Han Chan glanced at Yu Chen one last time, reluctantly left.
Yu Chen's sad water eyes stared at the figure of the departed boy for a long time, until he couldn't see it anymore, he slowly lay on the ground, and smiled bitterly: "It seems that I'm still neglecting. One step, a thousand fortunes, but I didn't know which old man would smear poison on Chichi's sword! It seems that God wants my life!"