Saburo...
I am still Tang Minghuang!
The corner of Meng Fuyao's mouth twitched, and he took a step backwards - for the Ninth Madam and other incidents, it's enough to come here once, I don't want to be locked in the firewood room again and write "I'm so stupid, really."
The beauty's slender and bright eyes turned around, her eyes flicked her thin lips, her eyes were full of loneliness, anger and resentment, she touched Meng Fuyao's cheek with her slender fingers: "Does Shengjia want to go to the West Palace?"
West Palace... Dare to compete with Concubine Mei? Meng Fuyao remained solemn, continued to bow and backed away: "Your Majesty, Shengjia is going to the East Palace!"
"Oh..." the beauty covered her face and cried, "Yesterday, the Holy Majesty ordered me to hold a banquet in the Hundred Flowers Hall. Hey, why did you drive to the East Palace today? Oh, it must be the intention of this bitch! Cough, let him go! Scary, Gao Qing Watch the banquet and wait for your mother to drink by herself!"
Look at your crazy banquet, which rabbit master went to the wrong door and pretended to be "resentment" here half-crazy and half-stupid? Meng Fuyao's version of "Gao Lishi" showed a wretched smile, picked up a teapot from the table, leaned over to scoop a pot of water from the blue wave pool, and offered it with a sly smile: "Ms. Qi: slave toast."
The "all night wine" in the teapot was clear and transparent, and the beauty reflected in it had black hair and thousands of strands. He covered his lips with his hands, turned his waist and his eyes overflowed, and glanced at Meng Fuyao with a smile that was not a smile. At that moment, there was a trace of surprise in his eyes, which disappeared in an instant. In the bright eyes.
"What wine do you want?"
"All-night drinking." Meng Fuyao was secretly delighted, at least he had watched Li Yugang's version of "The Drunken Concubine", at the time he thought this all-night drinking was very ambiguous, but he remembered it clearly.
"Yeah!" the beauty lightly annoyed, Wei Qifang's lips parted, "Which one will have the same night as you!"
Meng Lishi scratched his head—what's the next sentence? I forgot the words.
Who knows that the beauty doesn't mind Meng Lishi forgetting his words at all, she leans over with a coquettish smile: "Since it's called all night wine, it's better for Lishi and Ben Gong to drink together all night."
The last two words contain musk and vomit fragrance, which is inaudible, and Meng Fuyao raised his forehead—Yahah! Tampering with the plot, this dead lady is so romantic!
"Your Majesty's words are heavy on birds... How dare a servant girl cuckold with Long Live!"
The beauty lowered her back and drank three buckets of drunkenness, with her water sleeves flying and lying on a fish posture, she was already half lying on Meng Fuyao's body, she held up the "all night wine" with ten fingers, and poured it into Meng Fuyao's mouth with a coquettish smile: "There are so many green hats, There are quite a few Long Live ones, Hercules, you and I will drive in the Palace of Longevity, and have a good time together!"
He fell into Meng Fuyao's arms, while feeding water, his hands immediately began to be dishonest, and he went straight to an important area. The noble and rich fragrance of makeup powder wafted, and the scent made Meng Fuyao furious. Damn you, you rabbit, how dare you molested your family? King Meng! How dare you tell your King Meng to drink unboiled water!
She stretched out her hand, grabbed the "mother"'s slender waist, took the pot of "all night wine", and said with a smile: "In that case... slave girl, I will accompany the empress to fight Sanlily!" to go.
"Go and go, go back to the palace," the beauty waved her wide sleeves gracefully as she was being dragged away, "The emperor of Ming deceived his slaves, let him live up to the good night, and deceived me into joy, long live! I will go back to the palace to sleep with the strong man also!"
"... That's right, go to bed!" Meng Fuyao twitched the corner of her mouth, I can bear it, I can bear it, I can bear it.
She dragged the beauty into the corner of the wall three times, and after a while, smoke and dust rose from the corner of the wall, and there was a muffled bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, and then Meng Fuyao came out blowing his fist Shi Shiran, with a calm expression on his face.
Then she carried her "rabbit" in her arms and continued to wander around the Sanjin courtyard, quickly forgetting the episode of "Actor" just now.
And behind the corner.
The beauty is lying on the ground among the messy dead flowers and leaves, her long hair is scattered and her skirts are scattered, her nose is bruised and her face is swollen with mud, her head is poured with water, and her black hair is wet and stuck to her back—she has been destroyed by hot hands.
He lay there motionless, his shoulders shrugged slightly, after a while several figures flew over, they were overjoyed when they saw his figure at first, and said, "I found it!" Then they saw his distressed appearance, and they were shocked.
"Quickly report to the Prince Regent, someone assassinated him!"
stab drive.
Emperor Xuanyuan, Xuanyuan Min.
Xuanyuanmin's shoulders were still shaking slightly, and the guards knelt on the ground and looked at each other—Your Majesty is lonely in the palace, all he can play is singing, and the only thing he can go to is the palace. Being beaten up like this, you look like that, your majesty is crying
A guard cautiously stretched out his hand to help Xuanyuanmin, but unexpectedly he raised his head.
His face was covered with mud and dirt, with broken dead leaves stuck to his delicate skin, a thin line of nosebleeds, and red and swollen lips, he looked more and more embarrassed.
There were no tears on her face.
He is laughing.
Smiling until the shoulders tremble, smiling so that the figure sways, smiling...happy and indulgent, smiling so that the tears in the eyes glisten, and the light of surprise and freshness shines.
I'm so... happy today...
I am used to the deep and lonely palace, the deep and endless corridors, the tall and endless dome, the thick curtains that are constantly entangled on the road ahead like a nightmare, and those who are always pale with one expression and one tone The polite, zombie-like eunuch and maid... How many nights he walked barefoot in the huge and gorgeous palace, singing operas that only one person listened to, until he was exhausted from walking and singing, until the dawn of the east Go to court, so that you can doze off on the throne.
Otherwise, how could he, a severe insomniac, sleep when others expected him to sleep
And those winds passing through the palace in the middle of the night are as heavy as iron plates, pressing down inch by inch on the jade palace, the golden palace and the deep brocade curtains, until people can hardly breathe. Such iron-like space should make people feel uncomfortable. Shouting and roaring, breaking through the cage and darkness of the night, everyone was suppressing it softly and softly. Even the play he sang to himself seemed not used to being surprised so loudly, so he Low in the palace that can accommodate thousands of people, behind the dragon bed, singing low, leisurely.
The wealth is boundless, the dream is also desolate.
Then today, after an unintentional crossing, the wind from the water hall was full of fragrance, and the golden hook was lowered in front of the jade belt pavilion, he unexpectedly met such a young man.
Vibrant and bright, he is unrestrained and domineering when he beats people. He is not at all depressed because he is in this austere and noble Prince Regent's Mansion, Xuanyuan's first mansion, which is more important than the imperial palace.
Interesting, interesting.
Xuanyuanmin smiled in surprise, and summoned the guards in a series of voices.
"Come on, please invite the regent!"
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Naturally, Meng Fuyao didn't know that he had such a "good fate", so he beat up an emperor with a casual beating.
If she knew, she would most likely lament that she was born with evil spirits and only touched the royal family.
Her mind was still with Zong Yue, since Xuanyuan Yun didn't know that she committed the crime unintentionally, then she naturally wanted to find a chance to have a good talk with her, and bring the child over to help her.
It has been a while since Zong Yue came captive, and she searched all over the Prince Regent's Mansion but found nothing suspicious, so behind the red gate, it is probably where the imperial palace is, and Zong Yue can probably be found.
So tonight... she will go through the last big red door.
Whoever stops him will be shot to death.
As night gradually fell, Meng Fuyao put on his clothes, took his own man and mouse, and went straight to Dahongmen by night.
She was already very familiar with the Prince Regent's Mansion, so she crossed the inner courtyard three times and two times. When passing Xuanyuan Yun's courtyard, she slowed down carefully, and vaguely heard Xuanyuan Yun ordering the maid in the courtyard wall: "Bring out the incense table, we will To burn incense."
Alas... Silly boy, some things are useful without prayer. Creatures like God will only add to the chaos more often. If you want to achieve a certain goal, you have to take action when it is time to do so.
Meng Fuyao raised her hand and made a gesture of grabbing the air.
She stopped suddenly, and the big red door was in front of her.
The security is called a... strict.
There are nearly a thousand guards cruising and patrolling under the wall. The jungle with swords, guns, swords and halberds is getting colder and sharper under the moonlight in early winter. Two big living people, even if Master Yuan Bao wants to pass, he has to lose weight by a hundred and eighty times.
Do you force your way? Do you force your way? Do you really want to... force your way
Then go for it.
Meng Fuyao whispered a few words in Tie Cheng's ear, and before the unhappy Tie Cheng refused, he slapped him hard and pushed him out!
Then he jumped up and yelled.
"The master of stealing fragrance! Where are you going!"
Immediately, the stones were slapped and slapped, causing the black shadow to sway the vegetation on all sides, and it looked like many people had stepped over.
Meng Fuyao shouted in confusion:
"The prostitute! Stop!"
"Ah! How dare you go to the boudoir of the little princess! Court death!"
Tie Cheng was pushed out by Meng Fuyao, he turned helplessly in mid-air, and lurked in the grass. The guards in front of the red gate had already been alarmed, and they looked at each other with embarrassed faces—the regent ordered them to guard this palace gate connecting the palace and the palace. He left his post without authorization, but the one who was attacked was not someone else, but the princess on the cusp of the lord's heart, the little princess who loved his life like a treasure, and the other party was still a "thief". Passing by the area they were guarding tonight, and rushing from under their noses to the princess's boudoir, but they remained indifferent and refused to pursue them. This is a serious crime that they cannot bear.
The leader of this team of guards pondered for a while, then waved his hand and said, "Go and chase the thief!"
Immediately, half of the people in front of the red gate were gone, and the chief guard was about to rearrange the number of patrols when he heard another exclamation from the red gate.
"There are assassins!"
"Escort—"
Meng Fuyao cheered up, who is this person who has such a good understanding with her, and broke into the palace at the same time? She is still trying to find a way to transfer the remaining half of the people, and it seems that there is no need to worry now—the chief guard has ordered the door to be opened, and the palace guards who are chasing the assassin from the other side of the palace gate gathered together to inquire about the situation. The patrol team under the palace wall was chaotic in an instant, Meng Fuyao had already floated up to catch up with the last person in the team, and threw him into the bushes after pressing his acupuncture points.
She herself was wearing a stolen bodyguard costume, followed the team, and entered the other side door through the movement of the crowd, then bent her waist, covered her stomach, and ran towards the bushes at one side. , a guard behind him looked at his back casually, and smiled casually: "Anzi, right? It's like this every time, whenever something happens, he will have a stomachache. Hey, come back quickly, this is not the time for stomach troubles!"
Meng Fu shook his head without looking back, covered his stomach and waved his hands, and ran into the bushes in a hurry. The man smiled and said, "Xiao Xi was stabbed to death by an assassin."
Beside him, the vice-captain of the third division of the palace guards said impatiently: "When is it, you still run away! Lao Liu, drag him back for me. We have to search all the West Sixth Palace. It's really strange. I clearly saw a black shadow drifting by."
"Anyway, let's make sure that the assassin never went to the palace." Lao Liu walked towards the bushes with a smile on his face, "As for Your Majesty... we may not be able to find out where he is, but can the assassin be found?"
"Don't say a few words!" The captain turned around and scolded, Lao Liu stuck out his tongue, shut up quickly, reached the dark bush, kicked it with a smile, and said: "Anzi, are you done pulling! Come out!"
He kicked in the air, and looked around suspiciously.
"Where are people?"
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Meng Fuyao had already climbed over the wall and over the eaves, and entered the center of Xuanyuan Palace.
It can be said that she is very familiar with such things as imperial palaces. Taiyuan Imperial Palace is small and elegant, Wuji Imperial Palace is exquisite and luxurious, Tiansha Imperial Palace is grand and simple, Xuanyuan Imperial Palace... Xuanyuan Imperial Palace is so strange.
There are not many buildings, one color dark yellow palace wall, cyan glazed tiles, the distribution is very sparse, and the decoration is not very gorgeous, but it is exceptionally tall and wide, with heavy eaves, deep eaves and high arches, which is a full size larger than ordinary palace halls Times, people living in such a palace may not be able to see the roof of the palace even if their necks are broken. Do you feel that you are extraordinarily small
She squatted on the top of the tallest hall, looking around, guessing where Zong Yue might be imprisoned, and suddenly saw a light flickering in a dark side hall on the west side of the front.
The light flickered extremely fast, and went out in a blink like a ghost's eye. In the deep palace where the lights were off in the middle of the night, it looked absolutely abnormal.
Meng Fuyao immediately floated over.
The lights flickered like will-o'-the-wisps, the color was green, and they haunted the west wing of the side hall. Meng Fuyao floated down to the courtyard without a sound, and found that it was probably an unoccupied palace garden. There seemed to be no one around, but in fact there were guards and eunuchs arranged around. , while in the west wing room, there was a dim light and a slight breath.
It looks like a place where people are locked up...
Meng Fuyao flew over without hesitation, quickly circled around the wall, knocked down the guards, and stepped into the courtyard like a fallen leaf, gently floating into the courtyard.
The courtyard was silent, and a light fog rose in the early winter night, covering all the buildings, pavilions and pavilions. There were ice-clear dewdrops on the walls, and the tentacles were moist and crystal clear.
The moonlight was as thin as a willow leaf, and the light and shadow were ambiguous. Meng Fuyao was just a fainter touch of the moon shadow, quickly wiped across the vast courtyard, and stood in front of the west wing in a blink of an eye.
The light that had been on and off just now suddenly went out.
Meng Fuyao's heart tightened, and he immediately mobilized his whole body's consciousness to perceive what was happening around him, but there was nothing, and the "danger sensing radar detector" in his arms was also soundly asleep, everything seemed normal.
But in this kind of place and at this time, what is normal is abnormal.
A more cautious Jianghu person would probably have to think hard at this moment, or even turn around and leave. However, a creature like King Meng has never known what it means to be afraid, and what it means to give up halfway. Breathing intermittently, my heart itches unbearably, and I will never give up until I take a look.
She pushed the door open and walked in.
An ordinary palace, empty, facing four walls.
Meng Fuyao searched around, touched a calligraphy and painting on one wall, sure enough, one of the walls moved away slowly.
Cut... what a creative mechanism.
The wall was pulled away, revealing several steps, extending into the hazy darkness.
Meng Fuyao climbed up the steps happily and fearlessly, and within a few steps, the first thing that came into view was a white gauze plum blossom screen.
Behind the screen, under the light of a blue lantern, there is a vague figure in white clothes, with his hands separated and hung high, the screen blocks the lower body of the man, and he can only vaguely see his clothes are disheveled, bloodstained, and he is hung by a rope mixed with gold silk and tendon. The raised wrist and wrist bones are thin and delicate, and the slipped sleeves are full of scars.
The man seemed to be in a coma, with his head half tilted, his long black hair hanging down, covering his face.
Meng Fuyao was shocked.
Is it Zong Yue
Xiaodong eavesdropped that night. The other party had said that Zong Yue would be punished to make Zong Yue confess to the underground forces established in various countries. Did Xuanyuan Sheng punish Zong Yue
A cold light flashed in Meng Fuyao's eyes, and anger had already surged up.
But she still didn't rush up immediately—tonight was too smooth, and it was a bit weird. Xuanyuan Cheng didn't seem like someone who only had this kind of means. The mechanism is indeed enough to stop ordinary martial arts masters, but it does not have any resistance to first-class masters of her level. Zong Yue has a wide range of friends and has given him countless favors. How could Xuanyuan Sheng not be prepared for the rescue of top masters at all
She stood silently, looking at the man hanging high up on the other side of the screen, bloody... If this was Zong Yue, the ambush might be on the way to him from now on.
This road is only a few dozen steps, smooth and smooth, and the screen looks simple, the material is translucent, and there is no possibility of traps inside.
Because of this, Meng Fuyao was almost knocked down by this "not suspicious".
Based on her actual combat experience of traveling through various countries, it is really impossible to believe that there are no agencies along the way.
Time passed as she pondered slowly, came up with countless ideas and overturned them again and again, the shadow of the moon gradually slanted to the west, and the mist from the palace above slowly soaked in, drifting in the dark room, the man hanging high was motionless like a gossamer, Meng Fu Yao raised his head to look at the sky through the skylight in the dark room, and finally gritted his teeth.
Leave it alone! rushed! Even if there are any organs, are you still afraid
She flew up and flew out.
Just this flashing moment.
Suddenly there was a strange sound on the opposite side, and immediately behind the man, there was a sudden rattle of the machine spring, and then a black light flew straight to the back of the man!
The man was hung and unable to dodge, the dagger sank into the back of his heart without a sound for an instant, blood spattered, the man's body froze, he twitched vigorously, and raised his head in infinite pain.
He was black-haired, biting between his snow-white teeth, and a dying moan came from his throat.
Meng Fuyao's body shook violently in mid-air!
The moment she lifted it up, she had clearly seen the scene of the flying dagger, and also saw the splashed blood, and suddenly there was a "buzz" in her head, as if suddenly thousands of giant hammers were hammered down heavily, and the hammers scattered Her calmness and prudence created a frightening panic.
how so
Where did she touch the mechanism
Obviously she just jumped up and didn't dare to touch anything, why would the throwing knife mechanism be activated? Why didn't the flying knife shoot at her, but the person on the execution rack first!
Zong Yue!
Meng Fuyao rushed over.
She ran into a wild whirlwind, black lightning flashed for thousands of miles, thunderbolt fell in an instant, kicked in mid-air, broke the air, shattered the screen, and kicked all over the room. The shadows of her legs were still in the air. She had already flashed under the torture rack, and in her panic, she could no longer think about anything. When she raised her hand, a black light flashed, and the golden tendon rope snapped, and the cool dying body fell into her arms. middle.
Meng Fuyao hurriedly supported his limp body, raised his head to brush his messy hair, and shouted repeatedly in a state of confusion: "Zong Yue... Zong Yue..."
Her voice suddenly froze in her throat.
Then her body froze suddenly.
In her arms, the hands of a white-clothed man with black hair and bloody scars all over his face suddenly swam across her body like a fish, and the acupoints were completely sealed wherever he passed!
Immediately, he raised his head, brushed his messy hair with slender fingers, smiled lightly at Meng Fuyao, and said in a graceful voice:
"Concubine Xuanyuan's late pick-up, I hope Long Live forgive me."
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Meng Fuyao collapsed...
Who knew that the rabbit master would hide in the side palace in the middle of the night, sing operas and play tricks on himself...
Such a tragic misunderstanding...
Xuanyuan Minjiao smiled, hugged his "Meng Wansui", stepped on his step stool and stepped off the execution frame with a look of color on his face, while walking, he pulled out the movable dagger in the vest that shrank when encountering flesh, and threw it Taking off the blood sac that had been tied up in the vest early on and mixed with chicken blood enough to make it look like the real one, randomly tore off the fake scars that were delicately handmade, and conveniently stuffed these things into a dark drawer under the torture rack, Meng Fuyao glanced down stiffly. , found that there are wigs, artificial feet, movable ropes, treasure chests, retractable sticks, artificial hands... It turns out that this is a magic master hidden in the palace...
The master of magic, masochist and top actor seemed to be very proud of his achievements. He kicked open an inner room with Meng Fuyao in his arms. Inside, there were all kinds of beds and beds, which were very luxurious. come out.
Master Xuanyuan gently placed Meng Wansui on the bed, sat on the edge of the bed, looked at him with his chin full, his slender and bright eyes were naturally shimmering, and stroked Meng Fuyao's body over and over again like flowing spring breeze, Meng Fuyao Seeing that gaze made my whole body itchy, like countless bugs crawling and crawling, I couldn't help being furious, and warned him with my eyes: "Look again, my old lady will dig you two holes!"
It's a pity that an emperor who likes to sing operas and loves to pretend to be dead and play self-torture in the middle of the night is unlikely to be intimidated by someone's gaze, not even the gaze of King Meng. A seductive look flew out from the corner of Tao Hong's eyes, she leaned close to Meng Fuyao, pointed to the inside, and said, "Long live, let's go to the mandarin duck bath, shall we?"
Wash your head, I will wash off your skin sooner or later!
Xuanyuanmin's sentence was not a question at all, but an affirmative sentence. He came to unbutton Meng Fuyao, smiled while undoing it, and said: "Your body is so strange, it's all soft... Hey, why is this button so difficult to untie?" ...Hey, why did your shoulder suddenly protrude..."
He was about to tear Meng Fuyao's clothes, but suddenly stopped, and pricked up his ears.
In the wind, there is a faint sound of wind on the sleeves of the clothes.
He stopped, thought for a while, and said: "Another guest? Let's see who can be caught this time?" He got up and went out, closed the door, and went to dump his treasure chest to pretend he was dead.
Meng Fuyao lay quietly in the darkness, looking sadly at the sky.
Well... It's the first time that King Meng, who is always in danger, has become so embarrassing.
Today's miss was purely due to being disturbed by that dagger. In fact, I was not cautious enough, but too concerned about the safety of the Xinzong, and no matter how cautious a person is, in that situation, seeing the person he wanted to save because of himself "Killed", that is also to rush to save people in shock and panic. Who knew it would be such a coincidence to meet this acting masochist.
Wait... Meng Fuyao frowned, is it really a coincidence? Was it really this rabbit master who ran into him while playing games? If not, this is a formidable character.
But if he was waiting for him on purpose, how did he know he was coming
Or... Was it not me who was waiting
Meng Fuyao sighed, her shoulders started to itch, a certain adult crawled out from her collar, raised Erlang's fat legs with difficulty, sat on her chest, and looked at her.
The two exchanged glances:
"Sleep, sleep, sleep, don't tell me if you are in danger!"
"Is this dangerous? You know what, I'm only sensitive to murderous intent, and they don't have murderous intent toward you."
"Not murderous, but lewd."
"Very good... You are not a yellow flower, so if the master doesn't want you, it's mine."
"... So you are number one Buddha Lotus!"
Their eyes met and collided, and sparks sparked out.
However, Yuan Bao's scolding is scolding, at least he feels that it has a revolutionary friendship with Meng Fuyao, besides, the master is very attractive, without Meng Fuyao, there are also people who come after him, it seems that Meng Fuyao has a vicious temper, except for his black spots and bad points. A little more murderous, a little more conspiratorial, and a little less like a woman... It's still a little bit better than ordinary women.
Master Yuan Bao stretched out his paws slowly, followed Meng Fuyao's gaze to locate the Tanzhong acupoint, bumped and bumped, rubbed and rubbed.
After a long while, Meng Fuyao sat up with an "ouch", smiled and said, "Mice are fast, much faster than me opening the acupoints myself."
Master Yuan Bao gave her a disdainful glance, Meng Fuyao stuffed it into the sleeve again, quietly went to the door to have a look, sure enough, Master Rabbit hung himself up again.
I have to say that under the blue light, those scars, blood, and daggers all look very real. The workmanship is exquisite and the acting is superb. This gentleman is indeed worthy of the Oscar for Best Actor Award.
And the sound of the wind has come to the fore.
As the candle shadow flickered, the air in the room vibrated, and suddenly there was a black-clothed figure on the stone steps on the top floor.
Tall, slender, neat, simple but revealing a strange gorgeousness, the gait rhythm is quick and calm, and the strength is surging, like an elegant and predatory leopard in the jungle.
Killer beauty!
Meng Fuyao stared at the figure, he was slightly looking up at the high-hanging Rabbit Master, Meng Fuyao noticed the thin sword beside him, his eyes flashed, and finally confirmed that he was the world's number one killer, Anmei.
That year when Taiyuan met, he held a thin sword to the bottom of his elbow, and faced Beiye. The battle between the two in the dense forest was the first time she had come into contact with the power and ferocity of a master's fight. If the eldest grandson Wuji hadn't pulled her away, she would have Definitely squat there to see the bottom.
He helped her that time, and when he looked back at Xuanyuan City Gate, he also taught him the way to pass the test. If he is not an enemy, he is naturally a friend.
Meng Fuyao has never been the kind of narrow-minded and vicious people who say "I'm unlucky, I hope you are also unlucky once", and she can't imagine that if An Mei was dragged into this small room by Master Rabbit in the same way, how would this bed be enough? What about sleeping three
She leaned in the crack of the door, and saw Anmei raised her head and looked at the direction where Master Rabbit was hanging high, she seemed to shake her head slightly, a strange expression flashed in her eyes, and then she was about to fly up.
"Don't go!"
With a "bang", the stone door was knocked open, and a slender black figure came out, first kicking away the step stool that the rabbit master Xuanyuanmin had hidden under his feet, Xuanyuanmin let out an ouch, and was really lifted, while Meng Fuyao had already flew out, Bumping into Anmei who was already flying over - "There is a trap!"
She rushed like a cannonball, Yin Mei's attention was on Xuanyuanmin, and he was hit by her for a moment, he subconsciously stretched out his hand and grabbed her shoulder, but did not push her away, and raised his head to face Xing in his busy schedule. Xuanyuanmin, who was really hung up on the shelf, took a look.
The two looked at each other, and there was a faint light in the dark blue light.
Immediately he turned around, took Meng Fuyao around, and said in a low voice, "Why can't you go there?"
His voice was a bit hoarse, as if his vocal cords had been injured a bit, but the voice was not unpleasant, on the contrary, it gave birth to a faint magnetism in the hoarseness, every word was round and round, with a unique and moving feeling, Meng Fuyao listened intoxicated , thinking that beauty is good, and even the lack of voice seems to be an incomplete beauty intentionally created by God.
"That guy is a trap." Meng Fuyao pointed at Xuanyuan Min, "Everything is fake."
Anmei's eyes flashed, "Oh?", and without saying a word, she dragged Meng Fuyao away.
Xuanyuanmin on the torture rack opened his mouth, as if he wanted to call something, but immediately closed his mouth again. He stared at the backs of the two leaving, and after a while, a mysterious smile slowly surfaced.
Immediately he kicked his legs, and with just a light kick, he kicked away the rope of his left hand, turned over in mid-air, and the rope of his right hand was also detached.
He landed on the ground, gently pressed his slender fingers on his lips, and smiled playfully.
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Meng Fuyao was led by An Mei to run around the top of the night palace.
The entire palace has been alarmed. From the Prince Regent's Mansion to the Royal Palace, there are lit torches and running guards everywhere. Everyone gathers in one direction, which is the opposite direction to them. There are a group of men in black who are like Electricity, passing through the pursuer's field of vision.
This is probably Anmei's power to lure the palace guards away from the mountain. Meng Fuyao watched from a distance, and saw a man in a golden crown and royal robe commanding the roundup of those men in black under heavy encirclement. The appearance should be Xuanyuan Cheng, Meng Fuyao looked at the men in black worriedly, and said in a low voice: "If they fall, it will be very difficult to save them."
An Mei turned her head to look at her, her glazed eyes flashed, and she said calmly, "Why do you want to save her?"
"Ah?" Meng Fuyao was stunned, "If you can't help..." She asked with difficulty, "Then what should they do?"
"die."
The answer was so crisp, concise, tough and invincible, Meng Fuyao was choked up by this word for a long time before shaking his head and sighing silently.
After sighing, she shook off An Mei who kept holding her hand, turned around and left.
An Mei suddenly stretched out her hand to grab her sleeve, Meng Fuyao frowned and turned around to get angry, but An Mei pushed her head down.
He pressed so hard that Meng Fuyao was crushed. She subconsciously wanted to protect Yuan Bao who might be pressed by herself, but An Mei firmly held her down and did not let go.
Immediately, Meng Fuyao felt that his eyes were brightly lit. A huge ball of fire was like a round of sunlight that suddenly exploded above their heads, illuminating the roofs in a radius of several kilometers. , was immediately exposed to the eyes of the guards who were searching around as the fireball exploded.
In the distance, Xuanyuan Cheng also turned his head. The elegant middle-aged man in royal robes was holding a strange-shaped bow and arrow, and he was looking in this direction calmly. He could see that the fireball that made people show his figure just now was him. What the hell, Xuanyuan Cheng looked at the two of them indifferently, waved his hand calmly, and immediately a group of guards with powerful crossbow rockets rushed up, and the rockets flew down like a rain of stars, flashing bright rainbow shadows in the night sky, Throwing his head and covering his face, he shot directly at the dark charm Meng Fuyao.
"Walk!"
Anmei Yilameng Fuyao flew up. Although the rocket behind him was fast, it was not as fast as the two lightning-like figures. From a distance, the rocket net like the star rain and fireworks closely followed the two nimble Behind the man in black, there is always a distance.
Meng Fuyao had just breathed a sigh of relief when he suddenly heard the sound of piercing through the air behind him, the sound was extremely fast, coming first, surpassing the rain of rockets in an instant, leaping upwards like a dragon, soaring into the sky, piercing the air , and shot directly at the back of Meng Fuyao who was a step behind!
An arrow so fast that it cannot be described, and an arrow that is so strong that it cannot be compared!
Meng Fuyao suddenly thought of Zhan Beiye. Since she came to Wuzhou Continent, the archery and physical strength of the people she met, only Zhan Beiye can reach this level. Unexpectedly, there is such a master in Xuanyuan!
The rockets whizzed and flew, and the flames of the arrows were like dragons jumping and dancing. They were ferocious and wanted to devour life. The eye of the god blinked rapidly, and the fastest arrow had already touched the back of Meng Fuyao's clothes!
Meng Fuyao sneered, "Slaying Heaven" was about to turn around and fall down in a flash, Anmei suddenly shouted beside her: "I can't take it!"
Before he finished speaking, he had already rushed over, stretched out his palm and pushed Meng Fuyao forward, and arched his body to block Meng Fuyao's back. Meng Fuyao was pushed staggeringly, and then he heard a low sound of "哧—" and faintly sniffed again. See burnt smell.
She suddenly turned around, and saw the fastest rocket passing through Anmei's back silently, the flames were blazing, his back caught fire in an instant, and shockingly gorgeous sparks bloomed on his back, the hair on the back of his neck was also burned, and his black hair suddenly curled up Ashes rose and fell, Meng Fuyao was shocked and rushed back to put out the fire, but An Mei waved her hand and said sharply: "Get out of the way!"
His voice was full of pain and anxiety, but the anxiety didn't seem to be about his own injury, but rather like he was afraid that Meng Fuyao would draw an arrow close to him.
Meng Fuyao was startled by his tone, and stood still. At this moment, the fire burned even more violently, and he could vaguely smell the smell of scorched flesh. The smell was really shocking in Meng Fuyao's ears, and he couldn't help thinking of the time when Hua Zi, who was burned to death in front of his eyes in the dense forest of Changhan Mountain, remembered the most severe and unbearable pain of burns, and tears almost flowed out in an instant.
An Mei's expression remained unmoved, and she stretched out one hand behind her back calmly, and slowly pulled out the arrow. He pulled out the arrow very slowly and carefully, seeing that Meng Fuyao was jumping in anxiety, and couldn't help complaining: "You Can you pull it out quickly! Burns will kill people!"
An Mei ignored her at all, he grabbed the flaming arrow shaft with his bare hands, his palm was burnt red instantly, his eyebrows twitched, but he remained calm, as if he cherished the arrow very much, as if he didn't feel the arrow. As if the upper flame was burning in his palm, with a high degree of endurance, he endured the great pain of the flame burning his body, and gently and slowly placed the arrow on the eaves beside him.
He released the arrow with extreme care, as if it were a fragile treasure, ignoring the burning and painful flames of the arrow, but as soon as the arrow was released, he immediately turned over and jumped up, slapped the tile surface with his palm first, The flames were all slapped out, and then quickly rolled to extinguish the flames behind, Meng Fuyao had rushed over at this time, desperately helping him to slap the fire out, An Mei grabbed her and said in a low voice, "Go!"
He put the arrow that was still burning on the top of the eaves, pressed it with a stone, took out the rope from his arms, and tied it to the stone, then took the rope and pulled Meng Fuyao and fled. The guards behind him caught up and were about to reach the eaves At the top, Anmei suddenly pulled the rope violently!
The stone overturned and hit the arrow under the stone, the arrow bounced off, and a dazzling light shone in mid-air.
"boom!"
The loud noise exploded, shaking the eaves under the feet of the two people who had already run several miles away. Countless glazed tiles were shaken off, shattered, and fell down—this is already the tile surface of a palace far away. It can be imagined that in that period What kind of huge damage will the explosion center cause
Meng Fuyao's eyes widened in shock—that arrow, such a terrifying arrow! No wonder Anmei blocked her with all his might, no wonder he would rather endure the great pain of burning his body to handle the arrow lightly. If she caught the arrow just now, it would fall down with a single knife. She, Anmei, and Master Yuanbao , will instantly turn into powder.
If she was pierced by this arrow, would she be able to hold back the burning pain of the flames, and use such strong control to release the arrow slowly to keep the people around her safe
"What kind of arrow is this? So powerful?" Meng Fuyao couldn't help asking, and felt her palm sticky again. Looking down, the big burnt blisters on An Mei's palm burst, her body fluids flowed out, and her hand was wet. You can imagine seeing him The pain, but at this moment, he still didn't let go.
"That's a shocking arrow, one arrow shocks the gods, the sun and the moon have no light," An Mei replied in a low voice, "Xuanyuan Cheng is Yue Po's fellow apprentice, the real number one master of the unknown Xuanyuan Kingdom."
Meng Fuyao remained silent, feeling that she was still too hasty, relying on her talent and audacity, she even dared to break into the palace without knowing this, she said in a low voice for a long while: "Do you want to..."
Before he finished speaking, An Mei let out a heavy panting from his side, and he fell down suddenly. Before he passed out, he was still holding Meng Fuyao's hand tightly. …