Feng Qianche snorted softly and looked at him with extreme disdain in her eyes: "Do you think you can survive until that time?"
"Your Highness, why don't you take a look at the roof first?"
The next second, a row of archers appeared on the roof. All of them were wearing night clothes and their faces were covered, so their appearance was completely unclear.
But what is certain is that the hidden arrow just came from the side.
It seems that they have indeed made arrangements in advance.
"We can't fight here. It's easy to dodge open guns and hidden arrows." Luo Qingchen frowned and said, "Is there any other way to go?"
Feng Qianche frowned tightly, with a dark look in his deep eyes, and said softly with his thin lips: "We will definitely not be able to pass the road ahead. The cliff behind the temple..."
"The cliff is the cliff—"
In an instant, she raised her right hand, and the Fengwu sword picked up a snowflake.
She reached out and grabbed Feng Qianche's hand and walked towards Aomori Temple.
"Hmph—" The next second, Dongliang snorted and said, "A turtle in a jar."
"You guys guard the door and don't let a fly fly out." After he told the archers and more than a dozen dead soldiers behind him, he said: "You guys follow me in and wait with them for a while."
For Dong Liang, he was not in a hurry at all.
Because Feng Qianche had nowhere to escape, at this moment he had only one outcome—
That is: waiting to die.
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When Luo Qingchen reached the cliff behind the temple, her heart suddenly rose to her throat.
The snow in the sky was getting heavier and heavier. Looking from her direction, the cliff seemed to be standing among the clouds, bottomless.
Dongliang chased after him slowly, with more than a dozen well-trained men in black behind him.
"I said, you can't run away." Dongliang shrugged helplessly: "Maybe His Highness the Crown Prince broke his arms, but there is still a chance of survival."
Luo Qingchen's expression when she looked at Dongliang didn't seem to be mocking. People's hearts are made of flesh. After five years of master-servant friendship, using the other party's trust in him to rebel against an army, he probably felt guilty in his heart.
Perhaps, he thought this was Feng Qianche's only hope for survival.
After all, a person with broken arms cannot become a future emperor, but he can survive.
"You've been with me for so many years, don't you still understand my temper?" He narrowed his eyes coldly, and a chill spread throughout his body.
There was heavy snow in the sky, and there were cliffs behind them. Feng Qianche held a sword in his left hand, and his moon-white clothes were stained with blood from several battles, which made him look particularly shocking.
If he hadn't seen it at this time, Luo Qingchen probably wouldn't have known that he was injured.
"Then I'm afraid I have to say goodbye to His Highness the Crown Prince." As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his right hand slightly, and the archers behind him immediately took their positions.
He suddenly narrowed his eyes and said, "Fire the arrow."
"Bang, bang, bang, bang—" The sound of sharp weapons colliding with each other rang in my ears.
Feng Qianche pushed Luo Qingchen back with all her strength. She felt that her body was momentarily unstable. Her right foot was hanging in the air next to the cliff. After a few rubs, the fine stones fell into the abyss.
"I finally know why you came to the cliff?" Feng Qianche's eyebrows moved slightly. At this moment of life and death, a faint smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of his mouth. He turned around and looked at her and said, "It turns out that Miss Qing You want to commit suicide with me!"
"Don't let them jump off the cliff, shoot the arrow quickly -" Dong Liang seemed to be aware of his side, and his originally unhurried tone suddenly became a little anxious. (To be continued)