Zhong Zhong is very unhappy today.
The emperor who was like a little girl even put on a face for himself. His posture of slapping the table and scolding people is still very elegant, but it is uncomfortable to be scolded heavily.
The rain outside the sedan chair was pattering and unscrupulous. He rubbed his brow heavily.
something is wrong.
There was no news from the queen mother, if the emperor wanted to do something, he shouldn't be so hasty to startle the snake. He has been waiting for so many years, and now that Xiao En is mourning, the queen mother is in full swing, and Shangshanhu is full of resentment, there is really no reason for him to strike at this time.
Why is the emperor angry with me? There was a trace of solemnity on the face of the heavy dough. If he really wants to attack me, shouldn't he be more calm and stabilize me first.
Could it be that he is trying to make me mistakenly think that he will attack me so that he can arrange other things calmly
Or is he using this to reassure himself to show that he will not touch me for the time being
He felt a little headache, and tapped lightly on the window sill inside the car with his fingers. The rain was falling heavily, and it kept drifting in through the gaps in the felt curtains of the sedan chair, making my fingers cool. Outside, Jin Yiwei's footsteps were still heavy and strong, and they were not chaotic in the night rain. This made him feel somewhat at ease.
But still something is wrong.
That cold feeling has always been entangled in his heart like damp air, like walking alone in a dark alley, with a beast peeping at the side; like dreaming back at midnight, seeing ghosts perched on one side. He had a thin layer of goose bumps all over his body. This feeling was only experienced by Chen Pingping before the thousand-mile raid more than ten years ago.
He frowned heavily, and was about to speak, but found that the footsteps outside were chaotic, like a frightened rabbit, in a mess.
"Shangshanhu!"
Someone couldn't help but whispered the name. This name seemed to carry some kind of magical power, and even the rain outside the sedan chair stopped.
A deep fear rushed up from the soles of his feet, and he realized that Shangshanhu appeared on his only way back home at this time, and he had absolutely no good intentions. Facing the peerless powerhouse of the ninth rank, he was not arrogant enough to think that he could fight for his life.
Shen Chong didn't open the sedan chair curtain to escape, he just waved his arms, broke the sedan chair roof and flew up.
Then he saw Shangshanhu.
The upper-shirted tiger is like a black-armored demon god, standing in the dark night in front of him with his spear straightened. The moment Shen Chong rushed out of the sedan chair, he moved.
The royal guards didn't even react yet, they were just cautiously preparing to negotiate with this mighty general. But Shangshanhu's iron hooves rumbled like war drums on the rainy night long street.
The heavy pupils contracted suddenly - he really made a move!
Although the man was alone, Shen Zhong clearly felt that he was not alone, that he was not fighting alone! Guan Hai and Da Tiezhui possessed their souls at this moment. He seemed to be leading a thousand troops, so arrogant and calm.
Jin Yiwei spread out like paper dummies, but Zhong still felt that he could at least escape. But he was wrong.
Only one shot.
* One lag. People hissing and horses whistling in silence.
The pitch-black Zhangba steel gun, like a dragon with its head held high, unscrupulously rushed towards the heavy throat.
Heavy and cold. He changed eight kinds of handprints in an instant, but he only understood one fact and couldn't stop it. Even though he was in mid-air, even though he was still three feet away from Shangshanhu, the momentum of that shot split his spirit and fighting spirit like a sharp knife.
Can't stop.
The shot went right through the heavy throat. Shangshanhu's expression did not change at all, with a slight shake, the heavy head flew up.
At that moment, there was heaviness and vague consciousness. He saw Shangshanhu sweeping his guns, and the eight most elite Jinyiwei masters around his sedan chair were cut in half; he saw his headless body fall heavily back into the sedan chair.
He suddenly thought:
Maybe the little emperor got angry with himself because he knew that if he missed tonight, he would never have another chance.
The rain is so cool.