The Retirement of the Demon Lord

   "Damn it, there are hidden organs here!"

  Xuanying jumped into the table with a loud shout, and with a few of his subordinates, they touched the wall behind the table that seemed to have no cracks, but they couldn't find the opening of the agency.

   was so angry that he was able to make a fortune, slapped the wall hard, and let out a roar of a bell! The strong inner strength displayed is amazing!

   But the wall of the palace hall was specially made with a secret recipe, which is not the same as the ordinary wall outside. It can be destroyed with bare hands. It was slammed away by the powerful palm of the scorpion. Although the sound was exaggerated, the walls were not even damaged by the exquisite and picturesque wall patterns.

   "We don't know the secrets of organs, so don't waste time here. I can probably guess where they are fleeing from the direction, you can just watch the minister here."

   Xiang Rilong was so calm that it made people feel terrifying. He didn't spend time in places he didn't know how to do, but instead squatted down to examine the corpses of his slain men. The information the corpse left them might be more useful than groping for a switch without thinking.

  Although Gongliang Junyi's smoke came suddenly, the subordinates they brought were not parallel imports, and they couldn't be brought down in the blink of an eye, so Xiang Rilong had to figure out how they died.

   "You stay here, I'll go after him!" Su Yan said angrily. Originally, he was responsible for guarding the emperor, but now the emperor escaped, and he felt guilty and wanted to make up for it.

"The three corpses all had their throats cut with a single knife. Their strength and accuracy were extraordinary. They were definitely not ordinary masters. I suspect that some of them were not poisoned by Zhenhaiyin. Besides, there is no emperor in this place, and it is of less importance."

"Okay, you're better than me in Qinggong, go ahead!" Su Yan scratched his head, and then made plans. Precise planning is not his forte for a martial idiot like him. Xiang Rilong can do what he wants to do. .

   Gongliang Junyi lay on the ground, licking new wounds before his old wounds healed, coughing up blood again. Despite the pain, he smiled contentedly.

   At least the emperor escaped, and the prince's treason is likely to fail! How about chasing Xiang Rilong? Xiang Rilong is a master of hard external skills, and light skills are his shortcoming! By the time he found the emperor, the emperor had already fled the inner city and joined the outer guards!

   If you succeed and die, why not be happy!

   Gongliang's handsome laugh echoed in the hall, deliberately laughing at these rebels... The next second suddenly stopped, as if he was cut off by someone's hand.

  Because Xiang Rilong glanced at him intriguingly, he turned into a black shadow and quickly ran out of the hall, disappearing for a moment! Gongliang Junyi didn't even have time to tell which Qinggong he was using!

"Before joining them, I also thought that martial arts in the world have their strengths and weaknesses... Now I understand how much I used to sit in the well and watch the sky. There are strengths and weaknesses in martial arts, but people don't. Talent is the carrier of martial arts, as long as you have the skills. Learn from each other's strengths and make up for your weaknesses until you are perfect." Su Yan walked towards Gongliang Junyi, looking at Xiang Rilong's confused eyes, as if he saw his former self, and said slowly, "I respect you as a man, I will give you a treat. "

   Gongliang Junyi sighed slightly. Although he was mentally prepared to sacrifice, when this moment came, he still felt regretful.

   He couldn't see his wife give birth, he couldn't see the birth of a child, he couldn't see a happy family... He came here with such regrets all his life.

   "~~ Righteous, courageous, loyal, and supportive. They go to and from the soldiers in the wind and snow. Once they are successful, they will die, and they will be beheaded and stern before they can recover. There are still bloodstains in the blood~~"

   A burst of high-pitched singing was introduced with wind, plucked, percussion, and stringed music. The superb singing skills sang the beginning of "Jing Zhong Ji", which surprised everyone for a while, and everyone looked at it.

   However, at the entrance of the main hall, a handsome and elegant man walked in gracefully. Behind him was moving a big red cloth. The gleaming gold lacquer "囍" on it seemed to be written by someone with poor brushwork, crooked and crooked, and the strokes inside were quite wrong, which made the civil servants want to roll their eyes.

  Behind the red cloth came the soundtrack of the opera instruments. It is estimated that the person playing it was hidden behind the red cloth. At this time, there was no wonderful singing skills of the leading man to save the field, and suddenly he felt that the five tones were messed up, and the screams of killing pigs were better than theirs.

   "Didn't the Li and Music Supervisor send someone to cancel the performance of the troupe? Why are you still here to sing?"

  Xuanling narrowed his eyes, and he and his subordinates were a little confused.

  Are the troupes in the palace so poor? Except for the guy who took the lead who could sing well, the roadside troupe performed 10,000 times better than them!

   "You canceled the performance of the Liyue Supervisor, but we are not the troupe of the Liyue Supervisor. We didn't receive your cancellation notice." The leader smiled elegantly.

The    Mongolian circle was only for a short while, and Su Yan and the others quickly reacted.

  Whether it was the supervisor of ritual and music or any troupe, the prince wanted to do something, so all the performances in the second half of the banquet were secretly canceled. Even if it is not cancelled, it is impossible to enter the hall arbitrarily, and there are still their guards outside the hall.

   "Who are you? No matter where you are, I advise you not to ask for trouble at this time." Su Yan warned murderously when the signs were wrong.

  The scholar and Hongbu didn't seem to hear Su Yan's warning, couldn't see the swords around them, couldn't see the corpses on the ground, the blood and the dying poisoned warriors, and walked to the center of the hall. The more than 80 rebellious Jin Yiwei who were present tacitly separated more than 30 people, approached them, and stared at them.

Gongliang Junyi's life is hanging by a thread. Although he hasn't died yet, he is also the first time he has encountered such a bizarre thing as being suspended by a troupe of this level. The people who approached.

   Besides, he is the supervisor of the marriage, and the troupe of the Liyue Supervisor has passed his eyes early. What kind of people are these people from the Liyue Supervisor! Especially the shoddy and fooling red cloth, who would invite such a lousy troupe to get married! This team is a troupe hired by the enemy to smash the scene!

   "Sorry, our troupe is a temporary partner, and the cooperation is really not familiar. I laughed... But it's not going to be called a ghost, is it?"

The scholar pulled back, and he rolled the red cloth into a long stride and held it in his hands, with both hands tugging at the two ends and tying them into a string. The skillful movements clearly showed that this was a rare person in the world who used silk cloth as a weapon. master.

  The red cloth fell, and the seven people behind with various face scores smashed the musical instruments of the Liyue Supervisor all around, and surrounded the dying wounded in the back. The Confucian scholar threw the red silk, hooked Gongliang Junyi's neck, and pulled hard and slipped into their encirclement.

   Gongliang Junyi suffocated and coughed a few times before untying the red silk. At this time, he grabbed him, knowing that at least these people were not enemies.

   He took a few breaths, and suddenly found a gray-haired man with a mustache beside him, shaking his head and humming the tune just now, as if he didn't know what to do. The mask on his face looked a bit monotonous, as if it had been scratched with loess, and it seemed a bit perfunctory.

   He picked up a casualty and took a pulse, then snorted coldly: "It's cruel enough, 'Broken Heart Jinshui'! The old man will be waiting for them to collect their corpses half an hour later!"

   Gongliang Junyi was stunned for a moment~www.readwn.com~ This old man who inexplicably exuded the smell of an old military doctor who specializes in psoriasis on the street said that he could solve the poison that instantly turned these samurai into poison, right?

After the man finished speaking, he took out several bottles and jars to thicken each other. Gongliang Junyi saw with his own eyes that he lost a few pills. After finishing it, he stuffed a bottle with a faint stench into Gongliang Junyi's hands: "What are you doing, help me feed the medicine! Zhenhaiyin is a poison that melts in blood unless I change blood, otherwise I can't handle it, but broken heart gold water is toxic. Too fierce and not easy to melt into blood, I can still handle it!"

   "Who are you?" Gongliang Junyi knew that a dead horse should be a living horse doctor, and he would definitely feed him the medicine, but he still had to ask.

   The man picked his head and motioned him to look ahead.

   Another man with a scholarly makeup had already strode out, and with a show of his hand, he opened an iron fan with a swoosh, and at a glance, he knew that he was not a good guy.

"At the entrance of the Tsing Yi Dangtang of the Sun Moon God Sect, Tie Fan Scholar!" Tie Fan Scholar was elegant, but murderous and arrogant, he said angrily, "Of course I came here today to do justice for the heavens! The dog emperor, come out and die quickly. !"

Um? ? ? ? Um! ! ! !

   Not only the people on the opposite side, but even the people on Tie Fan Scholar's side were confused by Tie Fan Scholar's solemn drink.