"Where did you come from? Don't you understand the rules?" A sharp shout interrupted Fang Zilan's thoughts. She turned around and looked over. The guard who opened the way spoke a not very fluent Beijing dialect and looked impatient, "Di Rong Do you dare to block the mission’s path?”
Fang Zilan raised her eyebrows and gave him a funny look. Not to mention that the Di Rong delegation entered the capital in advance. The guards in the capital had no time to evacuate the crowd and clear the main road, so they said that the Di Rong delegation dared to enter the capital of the capital. It is unprecedented for Zhong to show off his power and scold the people of Beijing for not knowing the rules.
"Why didn't you reply?" The guard raised his whip, "Are you mute?" He was about to swing his whip, but was knocked off his horse by a stone.
"Who is it?" The Di Rong delegation immediately became alert. The guards in the capital who were following the delegation and responsible for escorting them were also shocked. They did not hear clearly the argument in front of them. They only saw the guard who opened the way fell from his horse, and he There was a blocker who appeared out of nowhere in front of me.
Seeing this, the guard commander came quickly and heard a loud voice, "General Zheng Yan of the Duke of Yue State came late to protect the Lord. Please forgive me, Lord Fang."
The Duke of Yue? The commander immediately got off his horse and knelt down before he could see clearly, "I didn't know that the Duke of Yue was here, so I offended you so much. Please forgive me, the Duke of Yue!"
Hearing this, the members of Di Rong's delegation also dismounted one after another. The guard who fell to the ground dragged his injured leg, crawled to the ground and knelt up straight, begging Fang Zilan, "I don't know if you are the Duke of Yue, I deserve to die... …”
"Everyone, get up." Fang Zilan snorted coldly, "I don't have the dignity to ask the Di Rong delegation to make way for me."
The Wheel King stood at the end of the crowd, almost pressed against the wall, but he still didn't move even a step. Seeing Fang Zilan look over, he stood up straight and waved.
Fang Zilan pulled Mo Han, forced her way through the crowded crowd, walked to the side of the Wheel King, and said in surprise: "Why are you here?"
Mo Han was about to salute when he was stopped by the Wheel King, "Young Master Mo, there is no need to be polite. I just want to see your sister."
Fang Zilan smiled and said, "How did you know that I would definitely go out today?"
"You may not want to, but Awan is here, and she will definitely drag you out." Wheelrunner King stretched out his hand to protect Fang Zilan's back, "Let's go, talk as we go."
The three of them walked down the street, with lanterns everywhere and fireworks filling the sky, making it dizzying. It really is a prosperous scene where thousands of flowers and trees bloom in the east wind at night, BMWs and cars fill the road with fragrance, and fish and dragons dance all night long.
Fang Zilan saw a plum blossom lantern from a distance. The colored glass was burned into the shape of a plum branch. She lit a candle, and the light was colorful and breathtaking.
She couldn't help but stop. The Wheel King followed her gaze and sighed imperceptibly, "It's a plum blossom lantern."
Mo Han looked at the Wheel King and said, "What did the benefactor say?"
"It's nothing." Wheelrunner King looked at Fang Zilan and saw her frowning slightly, "I seem to have seen this lamp somewhere before."
King Chakravartin said quietly: "You said you liked it, and the young master gave you one as a gift."
"What happened next?" Fang Zilan asked casually, and the Wheel King whispered: "Then you accidentally broke the lamp, and the young master found someone to repair it for a long time. It was finally repaired, but who knew that the lamp was returned to him? The sun was shattered all over the ground again."
"Why?" Fang Zilan turned her head and looked over. Under the light, the Wheelrunner King's expression was dim and unclear, but the outline of his face became deeper and deeper.
He said word by word: "That day was the day when you fell into the water and almost lost your life."
"Really?" There was no expression on Fang Zilan's face, but she said in her heart that death is like a lamp going out. Nowadays, she is no longer a beauty lamp for others to admire.
Fang Zilan leaned against the tree trunk and looked at the gangsters who surrounded her tightly, feeling dizzy.
She lost too much blood and couldn't hold on for long.
She clenched the plum sword in her hand, and the cruel look in her bloodthirsty eyes made the gangsters around her afraid to step forward for a moment. You looked at me and I looked at you, and I saw hesitation on each other's faces.
"She is dead now." Someone suddenly shouted, and at the end he added, "Don't let her die, capture her alive!"
As soon as this voice fell, gangsters from all directions rushed towards Fang Zilan as if they had been greatly inspired.
Fang Zilan heard the voice and tried her best to kill the owner of the voice.
She knew very well that this was her only slim chance of survival.
If she couldn't find the owner of the voice before she fell, she might have died today.
Fortunately, she moved quickly enough. As the figure flashed, the plum sword in her right hand landed firmly on the side of the voice's owner's neck. She used her left hand to remove his right hand holding the knife. The knife fell to the ground with a clang, and was struck by her. A kick that reached far away.
Upon seeing this, the surrounding gangsters stopped their offensive and stood still, not daring to move. Judging from their reactions, she guessed correctly that this man was their leader.
"Master Fang is really powerful." The bandit leader snorted coldly, "How can I survive being seriously injured? It's unlucky for me to fall into your hands today."
"Death is imminent, and there are still so many nonsense words." Fang Zilan spat out a mouthful of blood, and fiercely removed his left hand, "You dare to play tricks in front of me, you are really tired of living."
Following her words, the bandit leader's left hand hung down softly, and the powder hidden in his hand could not be held and spilled on the ground.
Fang Zilan carried the bandit leader and backed away, stopping only a few meters away from the powder.
She coughed a few times, with a hint of sarcasm in her tone, "You are indeed Lucia's best friend. Even the trick of using poison is exactly the same."
"Kill if you want, what is Tiluzeya doing!" The bandit leader was obviously irritated. He struggled and tried to resist, but Fang Zilan grabbed his neck and removed his jaw neatly, "Don't bite your tongue and commit suicide. You can keep it for use. , How could I be willing to let you die?"
"You..." The bandit leader looked in horror at the cruel and ruthless woman in front of him who looked like a ghostly Shura. Her brows were stained with blood and she smiled so evilly that it made people feel chills running down their spines, and her voice trembled unconsciously, "Why don't you kill her quickly? "
"Kill me?" Fang Zilan tapped his shoulder with the plum sword in his hand. The tip of the sword was pointed at the gangsters who dared not step forward. Every time he pointed at one person, that person took a step back until the plum sword turned away. Halfway through, it cut the skin of the bandit's neck, leaving a bloody mark.
The bandit leader didn't dare to move, for fear that if the sword on the side of his neck was deflected even half an inch, it would kill him.
Fang Zilan stopped moving, the plum sword still resting on the side of his neck.
Her lazy voice came from behind him, "Let's not talk about whether your gang can kill me. Just say that General Dugu has led his troops into the woods at this time, and none of you can escape."
