Limitless Interpretations

clang……

A powerful blow was prepared for a heavy slash. In his haste, Bai Hu couldn't stabilize his lower body at all. He could only raise the long sword horizontally and put his left arm on the back of the sword, barely blocking the sword.

There was no heavy slash as expected, but Yan Wan suddenly revealed a sinister smile on his lips.

He let go of the sword with both hands, and stretched out his hands like ghost claws, fiercely clasping the back of his sword-holding hand, and the spikes embedded in it, instantly leaving four ferocious blood holes in his hands.

Snapped!

Bai Hu had not yet recovered from the severe pain, but he saw Yan Wan's foot raised, and the long sword returned his hand again, holding it on the center line from bottom to top, and slashed with the momentum.

boom.

Sparks flew everywhere and echoed around the beams.

When Bai Hu was in danger, he stepped back. Enduring the severe pain in his right hand, he swept the sword downwards and blocked the sword by just a hair.

Although he blocked this fatal sword, the force contained in it made him step back, his arms were sore and swollen, and he was thrown away by the force.

"This move is called... disemboweling!"

Yan Wan's lips trembled, and he spat out a few bytes coldly. He held the sword in both hands and slashed down with his momentum.

"I have armor to protect me, you..."

Stab... With a harsh friction sound, the white tiger staggered three steps, leaned against the stone pillar, and touched his chest with lingering fear. A straight sword mark spread from the waist and abdomen to the collar.

The outer armor is deformed and the inner armor is twisted. Although the armor was not broken, the burning sting made him sweat and terrified.

He knew how to be stunned, but Yan Wan couldn't. He raised his sword and turned around, linking his waist and abdomen with his back muscles, piercing his arms, and slashing out with the force of breaking mountains and splitting seas.

boom!

Bai Hu blocked it. In the critical moment, he instinctively held the knife in his backhand, and the back of the knife was close to his arm, blocking this terrible sword.

but……

With a crisp sound.

Bai Hu covered his deformed and twisted right arm, fell to the ground, and spurted out a stream of bright red blood.

Yan looked down at him and looked at him coldly. The sword flashed and cut off his limbs.

Then he took his hair and came to the outside of the pavilion like a dead dog. "Bring me a horse, or he will die."

"You...my lord."

"grown ups……"

Yan Wan frowned impatiently, raised his left foot, and stepped hard on Bai Hu's face, causing it to sink into the muddy ground and rubbing it hard.

Even though Bai Hu wanted to speak, when he opened his mouth, he poured cold muddy water mixed with fine pebbles. Not only could I not speak out, but it was even more painful.

He had experienced too much physical pain. But this insult to dignity made Bai Hu once again recall everything he suffered when he was secretly trained a long time ago.

Humiliation, despair... He has not tasted this feeling for a long, long time, especially after becoming a member of Qianhu Jinyi...

"Three numbers, one..."

"Give!"

A guard in brocade clothes led the horse, tremblingly came to him and handed him the reins.

"If there was a pursuit, he would die."

Yan jumped onto his horse, but did not let go of the hand holding Bai Hu's hair. He looked around them meaningfully, whipped his whip, and stepped away.

The white tiger's shrill and painful roars and roars were left behind, echoing continuously on the official road, and the lingering sound was passed on for a long time.

After ten minutes of running with a man behind him, Yan Wan casually dropped Bai Hu, or should I say...his body.

"This place is five miles away from the capital, and we are finally here."

Yan Wan keenly scanned the stone tablets on the roadside, feeling slightly reassured, and ran along with the ancient sword that had not yet been returned to the box.

However, when he arrived in front of the city gate, the Qinglong that Yan Wan had been expecting did not appear at all.

That's right, that's the expectation.

He originally thought that this time he could complete the mission of 'Sorrow of the Holy Beast' and weaken the eldest prince's strength.

The guards guarding the city saw Yan Wan coming alone very early. When they saw him stopping under the city gate, they couldn't help but poke their heads out and ask. "Who is under the city? The city gate is closed. We will open the city tomorrow morning."

Yan Wan glanced at them, took off his waist badge, and threw it upward: "Dong Jishi Factory, responsible for punishing thousands of households, Yan Wan. Open the door."

Dongjishi Factory?

The guard was stunned, and hurriedly caught the badge, put it in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully. He suddenly broke into a cold sweat and waved to the brother below: "Open the door, open the city gate."

Squeak~~

After a while, the small door on the side opened a gap, and Yan Wan rode in and took the waist badge returned by the other party.

He took out a handful of broken silver from his luggage and threw it to this person without looking at it carefully: "Brothers, you have worked hard, buy some water and wine to warm yourself."

"Thank you, sir."

"Yeah." Yan Wan nodded and quickly rushed home.

He pushed open the door and put the things on the table tiredly.

"Husband?" Zhu Wanying sat up from the bed in surprise.

Seeing that Yan Wan was soaked and his robe was full of tears and bloodstains, she couldn't help but exclaimed and quickly got out of bed to serve Yan Wan, taking off his armor and clothes one by one.

"Go back to bed, don't catch a cold." Yan Wan patted the back of her hand, put on a robe and walked towards the bathroom.

When the maid saw Yan Wan, she quickly lowered her head and said submissively: "Master, the water is ready."

"You go and rest first."

Yan Wang waved his hand and asked everyone to retreat, took off his robe, sat in the large bathtub, and let out a long and comfortable sigh.

He had been outside almost all night in the rain, sleet, and thin armor, so he almost didn't freeze to death. Fortunately, several attacks on the road, although critical, allowed him to warm up.

Tomorrow afternoon, I will go to Dongchang first and inform Song Xuelin, Jiang Yi and others about what happened on the way, so as not to let them take it lightly when facing Jin Yiwei.

Then he would enter the palace, meet the emperor, and observe how long the emperor would be alive, so as to predict what the eldest prince would do and when he would do it.

Yan Wang recalled it and found that the drama "Factory Guard", to be honest, was not as complex as "Black and White" in terms of plot complexity.

It can even be said to be simple, because this play has only one theme from beginning to end.

That is...the prince rebelled and attempted to usurp the throne.

The reason why Yan Wan feels particularly tired is actually very simple. This is a feudal society, and the decision of everything depends on the emperor's personal preferences.

If he had issued the order to kill the eldest prince earlier, so many troubles would not have happened.

To be fair, Yan Wangting hates this kind of world, because it is much more dangerous than modern society.

The overt and covert rules can lead to disaster if you are not careful.

This was under the premise that he was in the Ming Dynasty and an official of a secret service agency like Dongchang.

He really couldn't figure out how those hanging silk threads that were unsatisfactory in modern society became so popular in ancient times if time travel really happened.

Become a marquis?

This play made him deeply aware of how much the emperor hated the so-called princes, vassals, and nobles.

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