After wearing a book, the sickly tyrant only acts like a spoiled child in my arms

Chapter 139 The Confrontation between Wanjian League and Linglong Palace
In the dark room, Su Jiu'er could only vaguely see the tall figure of the man, and the machete in his hand glowing gloomy and cold in the dim light.

That person entered the room, and several people came in one after another. This posture made it clear that they came in to find the target of their mission.

That is, the two people on the beam.

Su Jiu'er couldn't help holding her breath nervously until she felt more and more nervous.

Oh no, it wasn't her who was nervous.

It was the big hand around her waist, which was getting tighter and tighter.

Subconsciously, Su Jiu'er glanced sideways at Yan Yunxiao, and saw that his gaze was as cold as an eagle's, staring quietly at the man in black who was headed below.

His eyes didn't move at all, but he felt Su Jiu'er's gaze, so he turned his head slightly, approached her and whispered something.

"are you ready?"

"Ok?"

Su Jiu'er only groaned, and saw that the people below had turned their heads up to look up.

Yan Yunxiao snorted coldly, leaped down, and just as he fell, kicked two men in black in the face.

Su Jiu'er only knew that Yan Yunxiao was very strong, just like when Yan Yunxiao grabbed her face for the first time, she even felt that her mandible was about to be crushed.

But in fact, for Yan Yunxiao, this strength may just be a casual pinch.

It's also like the last time he was assassinated in the rainy night, Yan Yunxiao was able to lift Su Jiu'er and Yan Yunlin with one hand, and it seemed easy and without difficulty.

This time tonight, Su Jiu'er really saw how strong Yan Yunxiao was.

Because of those two flying kicks, Su Jiu'er felt as if she heard the sound of her face cracking, and the two screamed in unison, and fell to the ground directly.

In the next moment, Su Jiu'er smelled a bit of raw blood.

Although he couldn't see clearly, just hearing the sound, Su Jiu'er could imagine that the scene should be very tragic.

Su Jiu'er was carried by Yan Yunxiao to the ground, and the two of them squatted down when they landed together. The two machetes crossed over their heads and made a buzzing sound above their heads.

Yan Yunxiao's reaction was very quick, Su Jiu'er thought, if not for himself, he might be able to deal with these people more quickly.

Because after the machetes met above her head, Yan Yunxiao quickly got up and lifted her up, and pushed her out of the door with a force before she could stand still.

All this was so sudden, she never thought that Yan Yunxiao's hand around her waist would let go, let alone push her out!

So without warning, Su Jiu'er staggered towards the door with the inertia of pushing towards her.

He also instinctively exclaimed in his mouth.

Although she is more or less a three-legged cat, but now here are all professional killers, how can she be comparable.

At this moment, Su Jiuer felt like a waste.

Or, she should be more confident.

She is a piece of shit.

After Su Jiu'er let go, Yan Yunxiao jumped up and turned around in the air, so fast that it was impossible to see his figure clearly.

He frowned slightly, and then heard a few screams, several men in black who came up were kicked by Yan Yunxiao, their bodies flew past Su Jiu'er, and then they bumped into each other with a "boom!" On the door panel, there was a pain in the ear.

Su Jiu'er knew that she probably couldn't stand steadily, and when she stopped, her eyes were dazzled.

"Crack."

There was a clear sound of neck breaking in her ears, and Su Jiuer's whole body trembled when she heard it, and she subconsciously felt a chill in her neck, then she lost her balance and lay down straight forward, a familiar breath poured into her nostrils, Su Jiuer Another breath of relief.

When Su Jiuer staggered when he was pushed out, it was just long enough for Yan Yunxiao to deal with the two closest men in black. When he fell, Su Jiuer bumped into his arms again.

At this time, Yan Yunxiao was holding her with one hand, looked at the man in black who was pinched by his other hand coldly and annoyed, and threw him to the ground vigorously.

There was another loud bang of "Boom".

Su Jiu'er leaned in his arms and exclaimed sincerely, "Oh, it's amazing!"

But Yan Yunxiao didn't say anything, and directly carried Su Jiu'er on his shoulder with one hand, with a serious and cold voice, "Don't talk."

Thinking that it would affect his concentration, Su Jiu'er covered her mouth very considerately, letting herself be held by Yan Yunxiao's shoulders like a sack, doing whatever she wanted.

The corners of Yan Yunxiao's mouth slightly raised, and the brows were full of vigor and unruly.

I don't know if he was laughing at King Qi for finding such a guy to take care of him, or if he was laughing at something else.

The scuffle downstairs was fierce, and all the candles had been extinguished. Only a little spark was still radiating from a charcoal basin in the corner, but it was not enough for lighting.

He jumped down the stairs with Su Jiu'er on his shoulders, passed through the melee crowd, and went straight out of the inn.

Their carriage was already waiting at the side door, Yan Yunxiao stepped onto the carriage with long legs, the guard whipped his whip, and the carriage sped away.

In fact, King Qi spent a lot of money to hire a lot of mercenaries in the Linglong Palace, but half of them were directly cut off by the members of the Wanjian League on the road.

Although those who can come here are considered good players, they are incomparable to Yan Yunxiao, who has been licking blood on the battlefield in northern Xinjiang for many years.

In addition, half of the members of the Wanjianmeng fought with them here, disturbing their sight and hindering their actions, which made it impossible for the people of the Linglong Palace to use it.

The group of people in the inn didn't know how long they had been beating in the dark, and suddenly they heard someone shout, "Stop beating, they ran away! Fucking chasing after me!"

After they finished speaking, they were no longer interested in fighting, and jumped out of the window one after another, chasing after the carriage that had gone away.

The people of Wanjianmeng said two words skillfully, "Follow up."

The crowd dispersed instantly like the ebbing tide, but after a while, only the sound of teacups rolling back and forth on the ground could be heard.

The old man lit the candles again, poked his head out from behind the counter, and saw that there was a broken bowl upside down on the counter, he could not help but tremblingly lifted the bowl upright.

As soon as he opened it, he saw two gold ingots inside. For a moment, he didn't know whether this matter was joy or sorrow.
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Besides, Yan Yunxiao and Su Jiu'er got into the carriage together, and Su Jiu'er lay in the carriage and breathed heavily. It seemed that she wasn't nervous just now when the situation was urgent. Now she was relaxed and was reminiscing about the scene just now.

Thinking about it, she remembered the moment she was pushed out, and suddenly laughed.

It seems that it is not as terrible as last time.

Yan Yunxiao was taking a look at the situation outside, put down the car curtain in his hand, and asked subconsciously, "What are you laughing at, aren't you afraid?"

He still remembers the last time he was assassinated. As stubborn as Su Jiuer, he also looked at him with a pair of aggrieved and pitiful eyes, like a helpless kitten, with sparkles in his eyes.

Su Jiu'er replied truthfully, "I was a little scared at first, but I'm not afraid anymore."

(End of this chapter)