"What should we do, boss? Didn't the person who came to give you the mission tell you the name of the person we want to kill?" Xiongying's men looked at the confused look on their boss's face, and finally couldn't help but ask in a low voice. road.
Xiongying thought carefully for a moment, and then asked in a strong voice towards the large group of people in front of him: "Which of you is King Jing'an??"
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone's eyes turned to Mo Hanqing involuntarily.
Mo Hanqing's delicate eyebrows frowned slightly. She looked at the man with the scarred face, was silent for a moment, and then said in a cold voice: "It's me."
“…”
"Oh, you made a mistake!!" Xiongying's subordinates couldn't help but stretched out their hands and tugged on the hem of their boss's clothes.
“…”
Eagle also felt a little speechless.
They laid in wait for a long time and corrected the portrait for a long time, but in the end they got the wrong person.
Seeing that they were silent, Mo Xiuzhu frowned and asked, "Whose order did you receive to kill me?"
"Ahem... this..." Xiong Ying came back to his senses, coughed twice at Mo Xiuzhu with some embarrassment, and then said awkwardly: "Sorry, little brother, we just got the wrong person."
"Wrong person?" Mo Xiuzhu was stunned for a moment.
"The person we want to kill is him." Xiong Ying stretched out his hand and pointed in the direction of Mo Hanqing.
Mo Xiuzhu glanced at Mo Hanqing in the direction of his finger, and his original confused expression instantly turned into understanding.
"Oh, then I won't ask. Anyway, assassinations are commonplace for Han Qing." Mo Xiuzhu muttered in a low voice, then shrugged his shoulders and stepped back.
Mo Hanqing looked at the bandits in front of him with a cold handsome face, feeling a little speechless.
In the past, he still sent some professional killers to kill him. Why now, he sent these unscrupulous bandits?
Just when the two sides were in a stalemate, the originally silent mountain forest in the dark night suddenly remembered a burst of slogans.
Xiongying's men suddenly looked overjoyed and said, "Boss, the reinforcements from our village are here."
In just a moment, Ye Qiqi and their thousand light cavalry were surrounded by layers of bandits.
Murong Hongyu raised his eyes and glanced around. There were at least three thousand bandits holding swords.
Although dealing with these more than three thousand bandits is not a big deal for these thousand light cavalry, after all, their main task at the moment is to support the northern front line. If they waste their energy here, then...
The eagle saw that all the bandits in his village were coming, and he suddenly became energetic. He shouted proudly to Mo Hanqing: "Be honest and hand over your life. You are so small in number, you will definitely not be able to defeat us." !”
Mo Hanqing frowned and stared directly at the eagle without saying a word.
Ye Qiqi stood aside and stared at the eagle carefully for a long time, and finally recognized him by the three eagle feathers stuck on the black turban on his head.
After all these years, his three feathers are still there?
Ye Qiqi couldn't help laughing.
When the two groups of people were confronting each other, a burst of crisp laughter suddenly came out, and the eagle immediately yelled unhappily: "Who, who the hell is laughing at this time?"
"Me." Ye Qiqi took a step forward with a smile, looked at the eagle standing opposite him, and responded casually.