As soon as the voice fell, a hidden weapon broke through the air.
Duan Ting flashed, his handsome face was dark.
There was a trace of pain in the arm, where a concealed weapon was torn open, and the red blood was slowly smudging out.
He slapped the armrest hard, and said coldly, "Come on!..."
"Don't shout, that's a lunatic attacking indiscriminately. It will be even worse if you call you again." Liu Yusheng persuaded, holding his forehead by his side.
"Do you know him?" Duan Ting frowned.
Liu Yusheng looked at the people fighting on the roof. Although the sky was dim and it was difficult to see clearly, it was Black Lotus who had that kind of neurotic temperament.
Seeing her look like this, Duan Ting raised his hand to stop the action of the fuzhong guard, and looked up.
Then secretly frightened.
After seeing Feng Qingbai fighting against others, he discovered that Feng Qingbai didn't use all his strength against him in the pavilion of the Nanling Palace.
Otherwise, he might not even have a chance to speak.
And that assassin was able to draw with Feng Qingbai, which shows that his skill is outstanding.
He couldn't avoid the hidden weapon just now, it was normal.
"The prince is injured, Miss Liu, maybe give him a bandage first?" Li Ruibai walked to the man and dared to open the hole in his sleeve and saw the blood-stained wound inside.
Duan Ting glanced at her and closed the hole, "Small wounds, you can't die."
Liu Yusheng raised his hand and threw the bottle of hemostatic medicine in the past, still watching both sides intently, not caring about Duan Ting's injury.
Seeing this, Duan Ting was not feeling anymore, "The above will not stop for a while, and we can't help. You can make King Nanling win right away if you stare at it? I'm injured, so you can't take a look?"
"Small injuries, can't die."
"..."
Duan Ting felt very desolate.
As for the two on the roof, they really can't help.
Armed force is not a grade, it is the fate of cannon fodder.
This is the fourth encounter between Feng Qingbai and the man.
Both sides are evenly matched regardless of martial arts or momentum.
A hundred tricks have passed, but no one retreats as usual.
The fighting spirit is monstrous.
"When are you going to hit?" Liu Yusheng rubbed his sore neck and said helplessly.
It's been half an hour, and her neck is sore, won't those two be tired
I don't know why, the battle is clearly fierce, but in her eyes, she feels like a child is twisting into a ball for a toy.
Since Hei Lian appeared, she hadn't been worried or afraid in her heart, let alone nervous.
Inexplicably, he felt that Hei Lian had no intention of killing.
Otherwise, he will not come alone.
"Huh." Hei Lian drew back suddenly, glanced at the helpless woman below, and disappeared with a movement.
"..." Feng Qingbai coldly looked at the figure floating away in the blink of an eye, frustration surfaced in his heart for the first time.
The hum just now made him feel like he was arguing with an awkward young boy.
Extremely lacklustre.
The two people below, Duan Ting and Li Ruibai were even more stunned.
In the desperate contest in their eyes, Liu Yusheng ended with a word
In this world, is there such an inexplicably well-behaved assassin
"Miss Liu, what is the relationship between you and that assassin?" Duan Tingmu asked with a face.
Liu Yusheng was speechless.
what relationship? She didn't know it herself.
Savior? It was the other party who rescued her, and Hei Lian didn't owe her favor.
Want to talk about acquaintance? But she hadn't even seen the true face of Hei Lian.
She didn't know why he was so obedient.
A good dinner was ruined inexplicably.
Duan Ting led Li Ruibai away, and the three of them were still sitting at the stone table, their faces condensed.
"What's the matter with that assassin?" Duan Ting asked. He hadn't encountered an assassination before, but he had never encountered an assassination before.
Before encountering Feng Qingbai, he had always been very confident in his own kung fu.
Now, he began to feel that he had little knowledge.
Otherwise, his confidence can be easily crushed by encountering an individual.
"Since he appeared in the capital, it won't be long before something will happen." Feng Qingbai turned his head and looked at the moonlight, his eyes gloomy.
"In a few days, the royal family will worship the ancestors. It seems that your previous guess is correct. He will definitely make a move that day." Liu Yusheng said.
When sending away the business group, Feng Qingbai said his worries on the carriage, and he said it.
Hei Lian, what exactly does he want to do
What good is it for him to stir up disputes in various countries like this
She had previously speculated that Hei Lian was specifically taking revenge against Feng Qingbai, but now she was faintly uncertain again.
If it is only for Fengqingbai, choosing to worship the ancestors in the Beicang imperial family and make troubles will not bring him any benefit.
It is impossible for Bei Canghuang to doubt Feng Qingbai's head, because when the two-dynasty talks ended, Feng Qingbai had no reason to ask himself for trouble.
No one is a fool.
"What are you talking about? Can someone explain to me?" Duan Ting wiped his face, he seemed to not live in the same world as them.
Otherwise, why didn't he understand what they were saying
Anyway, he is also the prince of Beicang, can he save face
Feng Qingbo and Liu Yusheng glanced at each other, and looked at Duan Ting together, his hairs pierced with that kind of look.
Absolutely nothing good!
"What do you want to do?"
"What do you think is the most effective thing if someone wants to make you mess in Beicang?"
"..."
On September 6, the Beicang imperial family worshipped their ancestors.
The entire capital city was under martial law, and heavy soldiers had taken control of the entire street early, clearing out pedestrians, and even the people could not crowd the streets to watch.
In order to solve the hidden dangers as much as possible.
This time, Bei Canghuang did not ride a dragon's scorpion, but traveled in a carriage like Baiguan. In front of the guards cleared the way, and behind the cavalry, the tail was docked.
Hundreds of officials, plus the imperial family, altogether dozens of horse-drawn carriages, like a long dragon slowly passing by the main street of the capital, without knowing who is sitting in the horse-drawn carriage.
Feng Qingbai and Duan Ting were in the same carriage.
Seeing that the carriage went out of the city safely and headed towards the imperial mausoleum, there was no commotion along the way.
"There are four miles away, and climb the slope in front of you to see the imperial tomb." Duan Ting said lightly. "The ancestors of the Beicang imperial family live in it. The guards around the imperial tomb are no less tightly guarded than the imperial palace. Challenge that kind of high difficulty and start in the imperial tomb? Is his brain okay?"
Feng Qingbai closed his eyes slightly, and said calmly, "He has a brain disease."
That man acted extremely unreasonably, and if he were to use ordinary people's ideas to guess him, he would lose.
Duan Ting cursed in a low voice, almost speechless, "Where is the lunatic that popped up!"
The team had already begun to climb the hill. Looking at the man with his eyes closed, there was no fluctuation on his face, Duan Ting's expression became more and more serious.
Until the team passed the steep slope safely and stopped at the gate of the imperial tomb, that face could no longer be described as ugly.
If the assassin wants to set up an ambush, the steep terrain is the most suitable, but the opponent does not. It is very likely that Feng Qingbai was right.