Fortunately, he didn't succeed. Otherwise, he would have lost his life.
After Lan left, Ling'er turned around and sat down. Since things could no longer be avoided, she could only face them. For some things, she just got the answers from him. "Brother Tian, forget it, let's talk."
Nangong Tianlan didn't act pretentiously and sat down directly. Judging from the posture of this little girl, she was going to be tried by three judges.
"Brother Tian, is there any hatred between you and Emperor Shi Tian?" This is something she really wants to know, and it is also very important. If there is hatred between them for killing their father or stealing their wife, then her desire to act as a peace envoy is like a daydream, as difficult as ascending to heaven.
"Hate? I don't have any hatred against him. Little girl, not all battles in this world are caused by hatred. A random thought can trigger a war. Especially for people like us who are at the pinnacle of power."
"So, Jun Liufeng and him are pregnant?" Ling'er caught an important piece of information. Nangong Tianlan seemed to know more than she thought.
"Oh, why do you ask? Did I say this?" He was full of admiration for the little girl's cleverness.
"You just said, 'I don't have any grudge against him', that 'but' doesn't it mean that other people have grudges against him. In this continent, the only person that Brother Tian can mention all the time, besides Emperor Shi Tian, should be the leader of the Cangsheng Sect, Jun Liufeng. Could it be that Ling'er's guess is wrong?"
Nangong Tianlan raised his eyebrows and looked at Ling'er with a hint of appreciation in his eyes, "You guessed absolutely right!"
Although Ling'er expected this answer, she still felt shocked the moment she heard it. Is there hatred between Tiantian and the peach blossom demon? What kind of hatred could it be... "Then, what kind of hatred is it?"
"How should I put it, Jun Liufeng..." Nangong Tianlan was about to tell the story, but suddenly his eyebrows tightened, he looked outside the palace, and then said: "Little girl, if you really want to know, come with me. This place doesn't seem to be suitable for telling stories."
Ling'er also understood what he meant. Judging from the noise, it should be Jun Liufeng who has returned.
Although there was no hatred between the Cangsheng Sect and the Old Ghost, they were two different forces after all. Moreover, she was also involved in the conflict, so it was better for them not to meet.
Moreover, it would not be good for him if Brother Tian’s identity was exposed.
After thinking about it, Ling'er nodded, "Okay."
The little foot picked up the silver spear on the ground, and the sharp tip of the sword cut a gash on his arm, and blood fell directly to the ground.
Nangong Tianlan frowned when he saw this. Before he could figure out the reason behind her actions, he heard Ling'er yelling, "Jun Liufeng, help!"
Then he quickly turned around, pulled Nangong Tianlan's sleeve, and whispered, "Let's go!"
Nangong Tianlan nodded, took Ling'er and disappeared into the bedroom.
Jun Liufeng followed the sound of the flute and did not find anyone from the Cangsheng Sect. He acted quickly and realized that he had fallen into a trap, so he quickly fought back.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he reached the door of the bedroom, he heard Xiaoguai's cry for help, and he immediately dodged in. However, he was still a step too late, and he only saw a black shadow flash by.
When I got closer, I saw some blood stains on the ground. It looked like Xiaoguai was injured.
Damn it, who are these people? How dare they arrest people right under his nose!
Night should be a time when everything is quiet and everyone and everything is resting. But for some people, this night is really unbearable.
In the imperial palace, Jun Liufeng was frowning, as the battle between Emperor Shi Tian and Yang Lin outside the Thirteen States was imminent.
At this moment, Di Shitian and his group have been forced into a desperate situation. If they take a step forward they will face deadly enemies, and if they take a step back they will be falling to a cliff.
With his phoenix eyes, Emperor Shitian glanced at the wounded and panting soldiers, and his eyes were even colder than those in the harsh winter.
After that strange transmitter, they were attacked by the men in black. Of course, if it was just a fistfight, they would not be in such a passive situation.
During the fight, these men in black threw something into the air, and instantly the air was filled with smoke and they lost their strength.
At this moment, except for those with slightly better internal strength, the rest of the people were already lying on the ground powerless, or were dead.
The cold wind howled through the steep mountain walls, and the shrill sound was like the sound of hell demanding life, which made people shudder. Perhaps because of the injury, the temperature seemed to be much colder.
Dugu Yingcheng took off his coat and wanted to put it on Di Shitian, but was rejected by Di Shitian.
He grabbed Dugu Yingcheng's hand that was covered with his robe and shook his head slowly, "Gu Wuai, you can't do this. Put it on."
Dugu Yingcheng was injured more seriously in order to protect Emperor Shitian. He had knife wounds of all sizes on his body, as well as marks from being bruised by ropes. His purple robe was tattered, but it did not affect his noble demeanor in any way. Just like Emperor Shitian, gold is gold, diamonds are diamonds, even if covered with dust and buried in filth, it still cannot change their essence.
"Your Majesty..." Looking at the situation in front of him, Dugu Yingcheng showed this kind of helpless emotion for the first time. This time, returning to the palace and escaping death was within their expectations, but they did not expect it to be so dangerous.
The killing intent was step by step, one wave stronger than the other. Moreover, this method was different from the previous battles with the "Old Ghost" and the Cangsheng Sect. It was very tricky. Every link was designed to target the king, making it difficult to resolve.
Starting from the launcher, they stepped into the pre-set death sites step by step. So far, let alone the method of cracking, they have not even figured out which group of people are against them. This battle can be said to be the most cowardly battle that Emperor Shi Tian has ever fought. So for the first time, Dugu Yingcheng lost his confidence.
Could it be that this time, they really couldn't escape... He was confused.
Suddenly, a pair of cold hands were attached to his arms. Dugu Yingcheng came back to his senses instantly and saw Di Shitian holding his arm, "Your Majesty..."
"Yingcheng, do you remember how we met?" He hadn't called his name for many years. It seemed that it started after he ascended the throne.
Did they know each other? Yes, of course he did. Such an important thing, such a deep-rooted thing, would be hard to forget for anyone who remembered it.
He remembered that it was when he was eleven years old, following his father to participate in the royal hunt.
At that time, the king was still an exquisite and beautiful boy. When he saw the king for the first time, his heart was inexplicably excited. Because he had never seen such an exquisite person. Every stroke seemed to be copied by God after precise measurement. At that moment, he was shocked. (To be continued)