Ma'am help, the general is in trouble again

Chapter 107 Blood Blade Suspicion

Wang Zebang was the closest to the two of them, and when he saw Zheng Quchi rushing over like a wolf cub, he was a bit late in reacting, but saw that she had already thrown Gong Shulan to the ground.

"what are you doing?!"

He wanted to reach out to stop it, but was intercepted by a long arrow shot from a distance, so he withdrew his hand in a hurry.

Turning his head to look at Mo Ye coldly, Wang Zebang pursed his lips into a straight line.

Mo Ye's visit this time seemed to be well-planned and he had made all-out preparations, but in fact it was just because he couldn't bear to let go of being humiliated by Yu Wencheng and fleeing in embarrassment.

He knew that there must be something wrong with that strange and urgent letter, and that this matter involved Zheng Quchi, so he left his "allies" and came to see what was going on.

His scouts actually followed the route of the nomadic barbarians and entered the boundary of Fuxian County without any problems. As for why the nomadic barbarians were able to break through the line of defense, and why the garrison troops, beacon towers, and city gates that were originally calming down on the western border fell, he wondered unknown.

Right now, it's not the best time to take down the borderlands of Ye Kingdom by himself, but it is also a joyful thing to make trouble and disturb the "good things" around him.

"Sang Xuanqing"'s identity was exposed, and he was criticized and suspected by Yu Wensheng. She pays the price.

Gongshulan... a Beiyuan Gongloser...

Mo Ye threw away the short crossbow on his arm, raised his eyebrows, Junwei's aloof and handsome face curled his lips coldly: "She can do whatever she wants, you'd better not interfere."

Wang Zebang narrowed his eyes and gritted his teeth angrily.

Yu Wencheng glanced over lightly, and the next second a cold light flashed his eyes, Mo Ye was startled, and after he retreated quickly, he was almost hurt by his killing intent approaching his eyes.

"Healed? Then this time, I'll let you never get better again." Yu Wencheng's eyes were colder than Jianfeng, and the corners of his mouth curled up, revealing a mocking smile.

Moye frowned, but in the next second, he let go and laughed.

"Yu Wensheng, you might as well look carefully, what are these?"

As soon as he raised his arms, the strong wind blew his black hair up, and the catapults were pushed out one after another in the high city wall, there were hundreds of them, and someone stood by, holding a torch in his hand , just waiting for an order.

"You are strong in martial arts, you can retreat completely, but what about these people you brought?"

"set fire!"

When the trebuchet was activated, the people of Julu Kingdom aimed the fireball poured with pine oil in the same direction and fired it towards the quarry.

"General!"

It turned out that the soldiers who were thrown into the quarry by Moye before did not come here to respond to the enemy, but were used as sacrifices to entangle the soldiers of Ye Kingdom, preventing them from evacuating the quarry smoothly. .

Yu Wensheng saw flint balls all over the sky being projected towards him, he jumped up, stepped on the previous iron chain, raised the sword in his hand, and cut it off with a "clang".

Mo Ye was startled, and kept walking, escorted by several soldiers to avoid him.

What does he want?
Just when Mo Ye was in doubt, he saw Yu Wensheng retracting his sword and pulling out the thick iron chain embedded in the stone arm with one hand.

The iron chain, which is more than twenty meters long, is like a soft whip and a long rope in his body. It flies and waves, forming a shield in mid-air, swinging back the large fireball that fell. .

Immediately, the soldiers manipulating the flint throwers panicked and retreated. Seeing that the fireballs were returned in full, once the hot and heavy stone fell down, the machine was destroyed.

"Yu Wencheng!" Seeing that he had broken his trap in such a short while, Mo Ye waved his hands back: "Put the crossbow bed, open the bow! Shoot!"

Dozens of powerful and powerful arrows shot straight at Yuwen Sheng's body. The thick arrows were all fired from a crossbow that looked like a big bed.

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Seeing that everyone was in the midst of a hard fight and had no time to pay attention to her side, Gong Shulan shouted in horror, "What do you want to do?!"

Zheng Quchi turned a blind eye to the dangerous environment around him, and only stared at her fiercely: "Did you kill Feng Qing?"

Gong Shulan's weak brows and eyes were full of resistance and irritability, she stared at Sang Xuanqing with disgust and hatred: "No..."

puff!

Just as the dagger was pulled out, it stabbed into the palm of her hand again. It wasn't deep, but it hurt enough. It was Zheng Quchi who deliberately showed mercy and didn't have a confrontation.

"Ah—it hurts so much, let me go, someone, come and save me..." Gong Shulan's pretty face contorted for a while, turning pale as snow.

But at this time, everyone was entangled by the enemy army of the Julu Kingdom that she had summoned, and no one could care about her and save her.

Including Wang Zebang, he was concentrating on Yu Wencheng on the battlefield at the moment, for fear that the general would encounter any danger in the hands of Mo Ye, and he would not be in time to step forward to block the sword.

Seeing that Fu Rong was holding on to the dying child, Wei Yao was exhausted from fighting the enemy alone, so he went to support him, and Gong Shulan had nowhere to call for help at this moment.

Due to Zheng Quchi's full body force, the whipped wound opened again, and bright red blood dripped from his arm onto Gong Shulan's body and face. She looked into Zheng Quchi's eyes in horror.

Zheng Quchi completely let go of his emotions at this moment. Those were the eyes of a killer who had survived in a bloody and cruel environment, and there was only cold killing intent in them: "Say, if you dare not answer, I will cut your face!"

Gong Shulan believed that she was absolutely serious, so she took a quick breath: "No, no, I said, I said... yes, I killed him."

Her voice is so low that only Zheng Quchi can hear it alone.

She was still playing tricks there, how could Zheng Quchi not know.

"Then... what about Muke?"

"So is he." The pain on Gong Shulan's hand made her lips tremble.

Zheng Quchi was stunned for a moment, she lowered her eyes, stared at her face for a while, and then asked her in a hoarse voice, "Why did you kill them?"

Now that the words have come to this point, Gong Shulan naturally doesn't have to hide anymore: "Didn't you guess most of it just now? Because I took that letter of yours away."

Sure enough, she did it.

Zheng Quchi couldn't figure out why she, a little craftsman, provoked her and made her go to such lengths to plot against herself.

She asked hoarsely, "It's because of me..."

"Yes, you killed them!" Gong Shulan saw that she cared so much about the life and death of those two people, and she turned her autumn eyes to stimulate her: "If it wasn't for you, they wouldn't have died, and now These soldiers will not suffer this one."

However, Zheng Quchi didn't do what she wished, she was always sober: "No, it's because you want to harm someone!"

Zheng Quchi refused to be PUAed by a murderer, and raised the knife high, aiming at her heart accurately: "Murder pays for life, this is true everywhere."

Gong Shulan didn't expect that she didn't even ask the reason, and planned to kill him: "No! Don't kill me, do you know who I am? I am Gong Shulan!"

One of her hands was crushed to death by Zheng Quchi's knee, and she had only one wounded hand to use. When Zheng Quchi pulled out the tip of the knife, she endured the intense pain and quietly touched the waistband, where there was a mechanism. But when she was in crisis, she was killed with one blow.

But you only get one chance.

"Don't say you are Gong Shulan, even if you are Gong Shulan now, you have to pay for Uncle Mu's life!" Zheng Quchi's eyes were full of rage, and he was about to stab him as he spoke.

But at this time, Yu Wencheng suddenly turned his dark eyes, and luckily shot out an iron olive, which happened to hit Zheng Quchi, and she was hit on the side of the waist. Fall aside.

And this blow undoubtedly made her current crippled body even more injured, her waist and limbs softened, and a mouthful of blood spewed out from the side of her head.

Seeing her vomiting blood, her side face was cold and pale, but she never looked at him, for some reason, Yu Wencheng's heart sank, like a stone was pressed, but in fact his heartbeat was always smooth, cold and ruthless.

Zheng Quchi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his cuff, his eyes fixed on the ground indifferently.

...Fortunately, no vital parts were injured,
Gong Shulan's deadly poison just now passed Zheng Quchi just like this "by mistake". She was filled with hatred in her heart, but there was nothing she could do.

Pushing away Zheng Quchi who was lying on top of her, she got up and stumbled to run towards Yu Wencheng.

What Zheng Quchi knew was that, unlike a lowly life like her who had no one to rely on, Gongshulan was born to be superior to others, and behind her stood the whole of Gongshu.

Yu Wencheng would not let Gong Shulan die, he kept her by his side for so long, he naturally took a fancy to her various values, but...

Zheng Quchi raised his eyes slowly, the light brown eyes were cold and clear - she must die today.

She got up from the ground, picked up the dagger that fell to the side, and stared at Gong Shulan's beautiful back as she ran away in a hurry: "Uncle Mu, Feng Qing, one life pays for two lives, after all, it's a bit of a loss."

As she spoke, she threw the dagger in her hand towards her.

With the sound of the wind, she struck like lightning, and hit Gong Shulan in the back with a "puchi".

She screamed and fell to the ground.

She was lying on the ground, her beautiful eyes were full of mist, and she turned her head in disbelief: "You..."

Blood gushed up from her throat, blocking her nose and mouth.

"I don't want to know why you want to harm me anymore. You have to let me die. I only know that there are many dreams in the night. You must have never thought about it. You will die here today."

Zheng Quchi stood up slowly from the ground, clutching her bleeding waist, her eyes were full of desolation.

For things like killing people, she thought she would never learn to let go.

However, she will not be too weak to give up.

"Sang Xuanqing! Do you know what you're doing?! That's Gongshulan, Gongshu's younger sister! Do you want to be an enemy of the entire Beiyuan country?!"

At this time, Wei Yao pulled her from behind, his face was serious, and he wanted to check on Gong Shulan's situation, but he heard Zheng Quchi behind him calling him.

"Brother Wei, thank you."

Thank you for always being willing to trust me. Knowing that I had private contacts with the disciples of the Mohist School, and concealing them from others, you were willing to teach me such a useful thing as "bone softening technique".

He turned his head, and saw Zheng Quchi's dark and thin face in the past, but now there was a dead white gray, and his big eyes were no longer as bright as before, only a dull and indifferent look remained.

She was still backing away slowly: "I owed Uncle Mu and indirectly harmed someone. Although I avenged them, people cannot be resurrected after death."

"What are you talking about? Why do you think this has something to do with Gong Shulan?" Wei Yao asked her urgently.

Zheng Quchi suppressed the choked sobs that surged up in her throat, she didn't have time to explain the cause and effect to him here.

"I have such a complicated and unspeakable past, Yu Wensheng will no longer trust me. I just regret that I didn't witness the city wall built by me standing on Guijiao Ridge. I killed Gong Shulan, but I I can't explain the reason to you in detail, but she operated all of this behind the scenes, but no matter what the truth is, I know that Ye Kingdom can no longer tolerate me."

Hearing this, Wei Yao asked anxiously, "What are you going to do?"

"I won't go with Moye, I didn't write the letter, and I won't go back to the Mo family. I just want to choose a new life that I can control myself and start over."

"Ah Qing, you are hurt so badly, where are you going?" Wei Yao asked her impatiently.

Wang Zebang was furious, he picked up Gong Shulan who was barely breathing, and said sternly to Wei Yao: "Catch her and never let her escape!"

Wei Yao froze, and just took a step forward, when Fu Rong pushed Ya to him, and stepped in from the side, trying to grab her.

But Zheng Quchi tore open the hem, and pulled out a self-made slingshot from the tightly wrapped interlayer of the corsage.

She buckled the stone, narrowed her eyes, and shot at Fu Rong.

Fu Rong dodged in time.

The small stone fell to the ground with a sound as it rubbed against his ear, and actually made a small hole. Although the power was not comparable to that of a crossbow, it must not be underestimated.

Fu Rong was startled, the other two stones were like a straight line with a clearly calculated trajectory, one left and one right brushed against his auricles, if it was an inch longer, he would lose both ears.

He raised his vigilance and looked over again, but in the next second, he seemed to see something impossible, and he was in a daze on the spot.

His eyes fell on her neck and collarbone, where there was something hanging, half exposed and half hidden.

Zheng Quchi noticed his weird gaze, immediately pulled up his clothes, turned around and was about to leave.

When she turned her head, she glanced in Yu Wencheng's direction from the corner of her eye.

He was more terrifying than a killing machine on the battlefield. The ballista Mo Ye used to deal with him had already been destroyed by him in such a short period of time.

However, he was not unscathed. During this period, a corner of his battle robe was torn. He smoothed the hem of his clothes that flew up, and his eyes fell on Gong Shulan, who had been unable to recover.

There are no ups and downs, just like Gong Shulan is life and death, which has nothing to do with him.

Gong Shulan could no longer see things clearly. Holding on to the last sliver of anger, she looked towards Yu Wencheng... After all, she still couldn't ask for it. Her sideways eyes...

Brother, what you said to me back then was correct... Yu Wencheng has been conceited and lonely all his life, and he treats everyone coldly. He simply...will not feel sorry for anyone, Feelings of joy, separation, and union.

Hands dropped quietly.

(End of this chapter)