martial arts mythology system

Chapter 228 Who is responsible for the layout?

It's night, Secretary Xuanjian.

The stars are brilliant and sprinkle the earth.

In the Xuanjian Division, Mo Zhonggan, who was wearing golden red noble clothes, was sweeping the floor with a wooden broom in his hand...

Still muttering in his mouth:
"You bastard, you dare to let me do such a dirty job at night. When I gain power in the future, I will kill you all!"

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and Mo Zhonggan's sweeping movement became louder and louder.

"Not only will I kill all of you, but I will also kill all the Zhang and Han people I met, and there will be no one left!"

Maybe it was because he was scolding too loudly, Zhang Bo's voice came from the wooden house:
"What are you brats still arguing about? Let me tell you, if you don't clean up tonight, the old man will stay with you and stay awake. You won't even have breakfast tomorrow~"

"Oh, I see~"

Mo Zhonggan responded, and he couldn't hear resentment or other emotions in his tone... He himself called this flexion and stretching.

I pretend to be obedient now, and let them know how powerful I am after I return to Yuchenjing.

Thinking of this, Mo Zhongqian felt that he was even more vigorous in sweeping the floor~
"Cut~ Isn't it just that I don't eat, the things I eat here are not even eaten by Linglong, who cares."

His Royal Highness was still muttering in a low voice, but he just scanned more seriously.

Suddenly, an inexplicable aura spread in from outside the wall, covering the entire courtyard.

Mo Zhongqian's skills were completely sealed by Han Feng, but he couldn't feel this strange atmosphere.

However, the sudden quiet environment in the courtyard made him a little puzzled.

Stopping the broom in his hand, Mo Zhong looked around, hoping to find the source of this awkward feeling.

Before he knew it, the door of the cabin opened.

Zhang Bo in gray robe came out with his iron wooden broom, and said coldly to Mo Zhonggan:
"Xiao Mo, come behind me."

Mo Zhonggan was a naughty guy, but he was not a person who couldn't tell the situation clearly. He could see that the atmosphere was not right, so he scurried behind Uncle Zhang.

Poking out half of his head to observe the yard, he asked cautiously, "Smelly old man, what's going on?"

Uncle Zhang didn't answer, but looked out of the courtyard wall with a wary face, and shouted angrily:

"Who actually sneaked into the important place of Xuanjian Division, don't you know that this is the important place of the imperial court?"

The surrounding area is extremely quiet, there is no sound of insects, not even the sound of wind blowing leaves.

"As expected of the Xuanjian Division, a mere servant sweeping the floor can have this kind of martial arts, but you can't keep this prince."

"His Royal Highness?"

Hearing these words, old Zhang Bo raised his eyebrows, and turned his head to look at Mo Zhongqian... This kid has always called himself a prince, and he thought he was shouting, but it turned out to be the real thing?

Locked by Uncle Zhang's shocked gaze, Mo Zhonggan subconsciously puffed out his chest, but felt the murderous aura in front of Feng Zhong and subconsciously retracted his head behind Uncle Zhang's back.

His Royal Highness comforted himself in his heart... Mo Zhonggan, you are not spineless, you just have your skills sealed, you are not afraid at all, you can do it~

While Mo Zhongqian was in the process of self-hypnosis, three men in black had already climbed over the wall and rushed in. They covered their faces with black gauze and held slender blades, and went straight to kill Mo Zhonggan who was behind Uncle Zhang.

The night was cold and the wind was cold, and the blade came to kill him.

"Run away and find the boss!"

Uncle Zhang pushed Mo Zhonggan's shoulder, and rushed towards the three assassins with an iron broom in hand.
The veteran of the Xuanjian Division, who had experienced many battles, still had some pride in his youth, and swung his broom to encircle the three killers into the battle group.

However, Zhang Bo is not a hidden sweeping monk after all, and with the tacit cooperation of the three, fatal scars are constantly added to his body.

Seeing this, Mo Zhongqian felt the real fear of death for the first time in his heart... It turns out that for him, facing life and death is really no different from those ordinary people...

After he came back to his senses in an instant, Mo Zhonggan fled to the outside of the courtyard gate.

However, as soon as he ran to the door, he saw a mysterious assassin wearing a black veil mask waiting for him.

Seeing Mo Zhonggan stunned in front of him, the mysterious assassin slowly pulled out the slender blade in his hand, and slashed towards Mo Zhonggan's neck with a cold light.

Mo Zhonggan tried his best to escape, but under the murderous lock, his legs seemed to be filled with lead, and he couldn't lift up...

In just an instant, the cold blade is about to strike.

In this second, countless images flashed through Mo Zhonggan's mind.

Yuchenjing, Imperial City, Linglong, Queen Mother...

"Get out of the way!"

Zhang Bo's shouts rang in Mo Zhonggan's ears, and Mo Zhonggan felt a strong push on him, pushing him away.

Mo Zhonggan, who fell to the ground in a daze, felt a sharp pain in his back and fell to the ground. The scene in front of him was the scene of a mysterious assassin cutting on Uncle Zhang's shoulder...

"Smelly old man!!"

For the first time, Mo Zhonggan felt his heart surge and moved, and he shouted loudly.

Zhang Bo, whose shoulders were blood red, turned his head to look at Mo Zhonggan, and growled hoarsely:

"Quick... escape..."

With a bang, the man in black raised the blade in his hand, kicked Zhang Bo away, then walked quickly towards Mo Zhonggan, and raised the blade in his hand:
"The time delay is too much, please hurry up to die, His Royal Highness."

Mo Zhongqian looked at the blood-stained blade in front of him, his heart was filled with fear, he opened his mouth to say something, but he couldn't say anything, he could only stare at the man in black with hatred.

The night light blows, the knife light falls.

Afterwards, the majestic vigor of the eight colors swept all directions!

Han Feng, dressed in white, appeared in front of Mo Zhonggan with his hands behind his back.

The spontaneous operation of Zhou Liu Ba Jin completely suppressed the aura of the man in black.

The man in black retreated immediately and stood side by side with the other three murderers.

"Who sent you?"

Han Feng asked lightly.

"We are... sent by King Yama!!"

The mysterious killer let out a low growl, intending to fight to the death, and the four rushed out side by side, all targeting Mo Zhonggan behind Han Feng.

But Han Feng didn't give them any chance, and slowly raised his palm.

The Canglong roared angrily!

The golden dragon shadow charged into the courtyard, and the majestic force sent the four of them flying in and out, smashing the high and low courtyard walls.

"Yan Wang Ye, who worshiped the cult, was suppressed by me and the martial arts at the bottom of Mount Tang. Which onion are you?"

Han Feng stood with his hands behind his back and said calmly.

Starlight and shadow, a piece of ruins.

The four killers were engulfed in broken masonry, spitting blood from their mouths.

"Pfft... let's go!"

Turning around and fleeing, the four seriously injured people turned around and disappeared into the night.

Han Feng didn't chase after them either, and let them go.

"Tch, it's pretty quick to run~"

Turning around, Mo Zhongqian had already rushed to the bloody Zhang Bo and lay down.

"Old man! Are you all right?"

Zhang Bo's shoulders were covered with blood, but fortunately his breathing was stable, and there was no danger of his life.

Mo Zhonggan, who was full of hatred and anger, turned to look at Han Feng:
"Han Feng, it's because of you, Your Highness, that you are in danger. I want to tell my father, and kill you all over the house!"

This kid, labor reform all day has no effect...

Han Feng shrugged:

"Whatever you want, I am the only single passer in my family, there is no difference between copying and killing me~"

"you!"

Mo finally got angry for a while.

At this time, people from the Xuanjian Division rushed over, and Xu Can and Liu Minghua also came over.

Han Feng said to the guards of the Xuanjian Division:

"Hurry up and take Uncle Zhang to treatment, use the best medicine, I will see him walk around tomorrow."

"By the way, change the third prince to a safer firewood house and protect it, so as not to delay his labor reform tomorrow~"

Mo Zhongqian: "???"

I'm already like this, you still want me to work?
The guards took Mo Zhonggan away cooperatively.

Only Han Feng, Xu Can and Liu Minghua were left present.

then……

Han Feng took out a broken step strip, threw it on the ground with a thud, stomped on it, picked it up again, and said to Xu Can and Liu Minghua:

"Okay, the case has been solved. You see, this is the badge of the Feng family. They must have done this and have not escaped. We will arrest them tomorrow."

Xu Can is an upright person, and he still can't accept this kind of operation, so he scratched the back of his head and asked:
"Are we really okay with this?"

Han Feng patted him on the shoulder:

"Don't worry, I have experience in framing and framing people. Believe me, you're right."

(End of this chapter)