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Chapter 225 Old Friend

Yang Liang didn't say anything nonsense. He raised his sword and faced it. Then, his whole body flew backwards.

It was as if he had come into close contact with a mud truck. The force was so powerful that it was impossible to resist it.

Yang Liang struggled to stand up from the ground, exhaled a breath of turbid air from his chest, and felt waves of heartbreaking pain.

He didn't expect that this old eunuch would have such strength.

I have seen a lot of perverts myself, but it is rare to see someone as perverted as the old eunuch.

Looking at his current appearance, he is no longer human or ghost, half human and half demon.

After Yang Liang activated his talent of not knowing whether to live or die, he faced him again.

The two sides collided again. The old eunuch didn't seem to know much about swordsmanship, but he drew the sword very quickly, and with his special physique, the sword moves were particularly strange.

Yang Liang exchanged several moves with the opponent, but gradually felt overwhelmed and had no choice but to retreat.

quack quack!

A harsh laugh came from the Thirteenth King's mouth.

This monster stood there, possessing unparalleled power with just an ordinary iron sword.

The skull tattoo on his body seemed to come to life, giggling in the dark night.

Yang Liang's palms trembled subconsciously, and he was secretly troubled.

With just his own sword, he might not be a match for the old eunuch.

In this case, I should first find a way to take Lu Yuanyuan away, there is no need to die here.

However, if you miss this opportunity, it may be difficult to assassinate the Thirteen Kings in the future.

While Yang Liang was hesitating, the Thirteen Kings attacked Yang Liang again. Yang Liang subconsciously used the sword in his hand to block. Suddenly, he felt a force coming from his body and actually blocked the Thirteenth King.

Yang Liang was startled and subconsciously turned his head to take a look and saw Lu Yuanyuan standing there, holding a naked statue in his hand.

Somehow, he seemed to have made contact with the statue. Everything else around him disappeared, and it seemed that only the Thirteen Kings were left in front of him.

Kill him, kill him yourself.

This was the only thought in Yang Liang's mind.

Yang Liang bumped into him again, sword after sword, and gradually blocked the opponent back.

"Ho ho."

The Thirteenth King stumbled back, supporting his body with his sword, making a strange sound from the depths of his throat.

He also seemed to feel angry. He didn't expect to be stopped by an unknown young man like Yang Liang.

A face hung from the skull tattoo on his body, glaring fiercely at Yang Liang.

The skin and flesh on his face shriveled up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he came up again with a gasp.

His sword became more and more powerful, and Yang Liang also sank into an inexplicable state, with only the thought of fighting remaining in his heart.

Both sides were fighting fast, and the two swords kept colliding, making bursts of sounds in the air.

Behind Yang Liang, Lu Yuanyuan's eyes widened and her body trembled with pain.

In her ears, there seemed to be a strange voice constantly saying: "Is it a deal, is it a deal..."

I can trade, what can you give me.

I can give you the power you crave, and at the same time, take away everything you have.

The muscles on her face gradually became distorted, her eyes became blank, and her pupils lost focus.

At this time, a white shadow suddenly floated from her body and wrapped around the Thirteenth King.

Yang Liang felt like he was being assisted by a god, and he drew his sword faster and faster. He also forgot about his moves, and attacked with one sword after another, beating the Thirteen Kings back steadily.

The Thirteenth King's body became heavier and heavier, and he felt as if something was wrapped around him.

He activated his life force again, and the skin shriveled up, revealing the bones underneath.

But this was still not enough, he still couldn't withstand Yang Liang's sword.

How could it be, how could it be like this!

You promised me that as long as I sacrifice my life to you, you will give me strength.

However, there are still people in this world that I cannot resist.

Trash, you trash.

Suddenly, a force rose from his body, and his arms became strong again.

With a heavy swing of the sword in his hand, Yang Liang was thrown away.

Yang Liang rolled his body into the darkness and coughed heavily.

He regained consciousness and felt his strength fading little by little.

Looking at Lu Yuanyuan again, he found that she had fainted and fell to the ground, and the statue rolled down to somewhere.

Looking into the distance again, he found the Thirteen Kings standing there with a white shadow wrapped around them.

"Silkworm Mother!"

Yang Liang shouted subconsciously.

Wu Canniang looked at him from a distance and nodded heavily at him.

Yang Liang suddenly realized something. This was the most critical moment. If he couldn't kill the Thirteen Kings this time, he might not have a chance in the future.

He rushed forward with his sword in hand.

With a wave of his hand, the Thirteen Kings smashed Yang Liang's sword away, and then rushed towards Yang Liang with long strides.

Yang Liang's bare hands were no match for this monster, so he had no choice but to flee far away subconsciously.

The Thirteen Kings seemed to have spotted Yang Liang and followed him closely.

Seeing that the other party was getting closer and closer to him, Yang Liang suddenly felt something in his heart and reached out to grab the book bag on his waist.

"Come on, let me show you a big treasure."

As he spoke, he took out an iron bow from his book bag.

After standing firm, he picked up his bow and arrow and aimed at the Thirteenth King's head.

飕！

There was a sharp sound of breaking through the air, and the Thirteenth King waved his hand and knocked it down, and there was a loud shock from the tiger's mouth.

Yang Liang opened his bow again and shot another arrow.

The Thirteenth King held the sword with both hands and knocked the arrow aside.

Yang Liang drew out the third arrow, and the Thirteen Kings stepped forward.

The feather arrow shot towards him from across the air, like a meteor in the sky. The Thirteen Kings clenched their iron swords and defended patiently.

Suddenly, he felt a weight on his shoulders, as if he was entangled in a rope.

Wu Canniang, who was behind the Thirteenth King, nodded to Yang Liang.

Bang!

The feather arrow accurately shot into the head of the Thirteenth King.

"what!"

He raised his head and let out a heart-rending scream.

An arrow penetrated his head, but he stood there with no blood flowing out.

Wu Canniang turned into a white shadow and bound him tightly, preventing him from moving.

Yang Liang drew out another arrow and aimed it at his chest.

One arrow, two arrows...

Yang Liang was extremely powerful and the power of his bow was so strong that some arrows penetrated his body directly, leaving a bloody hole in his body.

……

Finally, the Thirteenth King's body stopped moving, but he did not fall down either. He leaned on the ground with his sword, thus supporting his body.

Yang Liang was also exhausted, so he quietly approached and stabbed his body with an iron bow.

thump.

His body fell on his back and landed heavily on the ground, almost startling Yang Liang.

Yang Liang observed carefully and found that his entire body was covered in blood and flesh, and that he had shot out several skeletons.

The body lay on the ground and did not move for a long time.

Probably really dead.

At this moment, Yang Liang suddenly felt something in his heart. He raised his head and saw Wu Canniang standing not far away and saluted him.

Yang Liang suddenly understood something. Wu Canniang was turned into resentment. Now that her enemy was dead, she also lost the power of existence.

When Yang Liang recalled the process of getting acquainted with her, it felt like a dream, and he couldn't tell whether it was true or false.

He cupped his fists and saluted, and then raised his head, Wu Canniang had turned into a puff of smoke and dispersed.

It's as if it never existed at all. 【The mission is completed and you have received the reward】

At this time, the sound of the system sounded in Yang Liang's ears. This made him sigh in relief.

The old eunuch is finally dead.

He opened the system panel and found that his destiny coins had exceeded 10.

【Whether to be transferred to No. 1 Scholar】

Yang Liang chose Yes without hesitation, and the fate coins he finally saved quickly dispersed.

It's hard work, but it's not completely without reward.

After finishing all this, Yang Liang looked at the corpse on the ground and did not take it lightly.

This monster is very perverted, even if he suddenly comes to life, Yang Liang will not be surprised.

Still, a fire swept it away.

Yang Liang dragged the body of the Thirteenth King to the pool and took out the fire seal on his body.

The flames burned brightly, illuminating Yang Liang's cheeks and giving Yang Liang a sense of security out of thin air.

Suddenly, something caught Yang Liang's attention. It shone brightly in the firelight.

Yang Liang pulled it out with the iron bow in his hand and was shocked.

This is a white skull statue, exactly like the skull tattoo on the Thirteen Kings.

Even in the flames, it was not affected at all.

Yang Liang held it in his hand and felt that its two empty eye holes seemed to be looking at him.

It seemed to have come to life, staring closely into Yang Liang's eyes.

"Deal?"

A voice sounded in my ears.

Who is talking and what is being traded.

"Deal?"

The voice sounded again, and it seemed to contain some kind of magic power, making Yang Liang subconsciously want to agree to his request.

"Trade you numb."

Yang Liang cursed fiercely and wanted to throw it out. However, it seemed to stick to Yang Liang's palm, and even wanted to penetrate into Yang Liang's body.

A voice kept repeating in Yang Liang’s ears:

Trading, trading...

Yang Liang only felt numbness on his scalp and heart-wrenching pain in his head.

He suddenly lost all consciousness, his body sank, and he fell into the bright light pool on his back.

The night wind blew and the water rippled, carrying Yang Liang's body to an unknown location.

Liu Yanzi was the first to regain consciousness. Thinking carefully about tonight's experience, it was as if she had taken a turn in a ghost.

"My lord, my lord is still alive..."

The men in black on the ground stood up one after another, most of them wearing colorful clothes.

When Ouyang Lu was helped up, he was already dying, and he didn't know how many percent of his life he had left.

"Come on, let's get out of here first."

The boat responsible for the reception arrived first, and a group of people rushed to get on the boat without stopping at all, and left Jinmingchi as soon as possible.

Before dawn, the Silver Knife Guard's ship also arrived.

Everyone was shocked when they saw the situation in front of them.

Juzi, who was invited to the banquet, was trapped in the water hall. One of the two silver sword guards was killed and the other was injured.

What's more serious is that the thirteen kings whom His Majesty trusted most today have turned into a pile of ashes because they have made great contributions to the imperial court.

As for what happened last night, no one can tell clearly.

"Daughter, daughter..."

After getting the news, Lu Xiuyuan rushed over immediately and snatched the pale Lu Yuanyuan from everyone's hands.

Lu Yuanyuan opened her eyes in a daze and looked at the strange man in front of her: "Who are you?"

"Silly boy, you don't even recognize me anymore. I'm your father."

"Dad?" Lu Yuanyuan frowned, "What is it?"

"Uh……"

Lu Xiuyuan was startled and suddenly realized that his daughter might have lost her memory.

Fortunately, other than that, he was safe and sound, which was a blessing among misfortunes.

He wrapped a blanket around his daughter's body and couldn't help but burst into tears. He didn't want to be separated from her for a moment.

"Where is Mr. Li, where is Mr. Li..."

Princess Yushu came over in a hurry, with anxiety hidden on her face, and her eyes wandered around the area.

"Your Highness, we have searched carefully and there is no whereabouts of Young Master Li nearby."

"In the water, have you looked for it in the water?"

"Yes, my subordinates will send people into the water immediately, not sparing any place."

"Did Young Master Li die in the hands of thieves in order to save the Thirteenth King?" Princess Cuiwei said from the side.

Princess Yushu frowned subconsciously: "How could..."

Princess Cuiwei nodded and said: "We all saw it with our own eyes last night. It was Mr. Li who protected us by himself and struggled with the thief to the end.

Those thieves must hate him to the core.

Unfortunately, Mr. Li's two fists are hard to beat with four hands, and he will inevitably die in the hands of the thieves with just his own strength. "

Princess Yushu's heart moved. Looking at the current situation, Li Qingyang was afraid that the situation was more serious than bad.

In this case, it is better to put this great credit on him, which will more or less earn the princess's house some prestige.

Perhaps, as Princess Cuiwei guessed, Yang Liang really died because of the Thirteen Kings.

She took a deep breath and wiped away the two tears from her eyes, half-seriously, and said, "It's a pity that the world has lost another good man with love and righteousness."

Yang Liang didn't know how long he had been unconscious. He only felt that he had had a very heavy dream.

In this strange dream, he seemed to be floating in the sky or keeping company with rats in a smelly ditch.

It seems that I saw piles of bonfires, with ghosts and monsters eating around the bonfires.

"Deal?"

A voice kept repeating.

Trade you numb!

Yang Liang cursed heavily, feeling as if his body was wrapped in layers of spider silk.

Suddenly one day, he got a strength from nowhere and suddenly broke through the cobweb and jumped out of it.

"Oh, you're awake."

Before Yang Liang could open his eyes, he heard a pleasant female voice in his ears.

He slowly opened his eyes, and first saw a fair, oval face, with a pair of beautiful eyes looking at him intently, with unconcealable joy hidden in the corners of his eyes.

After seeing her appearance clearly, Yang Liang was startled and almost fainted again.

"Second Young Mistress, why is it you!"

The woman frowned and said, "Why should I call you Second Young Mistress? My name is Li Shishi now."

"Ok?"

Yang Liang then began to observe the surrounding environment and found that he was lying in a thatched house. Although the environment was simple, the inside was clean.

This woman is none other than Li Juhong, Yang Liang's old sweetheart in Niujia Village.

Yang Liang didn't expect that he would see her when he woke up. This feeling was like a dream.

"Why are you here, and where is this place?" Yang Liang looked around and asked.

"Hey, it's a long story. Do you remember when you abandoned me..."

Yang Liang was speechless, why did I dump you? It was obviously you who took the money and ran away.

(End of this chapter)