In front of Meng Zhoulan, a word "block" that was as tall as a human blocked the two iron spears of Qingtian and Jiahai. It only blocked it for a moment, and then it shattered and fell apart. However, it only blocked for a moment, and Meng Zhoulan's figure He retreated quickly and avoided it.
"What do you two want?" Meng Zhoulan's expression was not very good. The strength of these two Chen Congwei was far superior to his. They blocked two iron spears with one word "block", seemingly relaxed and understated. In fact, it consumed a lot of Meng Zhoulan's internal energy.
Qingtian slammed the iron gun on the ground: "I still want to ask you, what do you want to do!"
"What is the crime for breaking into the palace of a court official without permission?" Jia Hai shouted from the side.
Meng Zhoulan said in a deep voice: "I have never thought about entering the mansion. I just want to take back my young master."
"Then call him back, you can't go in!" Qingtian stepped aside slightly, just enough for Meng Zhoulan to see Ge Yigang's figure.
"Young master, it's time to go back, otherwise the master will be angry."
"If I want you to come back, I won't go back!" Ge Yigang turned around and made a face at Meng Zhoulan, took He Yue'er's hand and walked into the house, looking very familiar.
Meng Zhoulan was anxious, and he wrote the word "retreat" out of thin air with the brush in his hand. He slapped the palm-sized word "retreat" towards Ge Yigang across Qingtian and Jiahai.
Qingtian stepped forward, raised the tip of his spear, and stirred twice randomly, messing up the word "retreat" flying in the air.
"Don't make a toast and you'll have to drink wine as a penalty!" Qingtian looked at Meng Zhoulan with a little anger in his eyes.
Meng Zhoulan was also very angry. I want to bring back my young master. You said I broke into the mansion without permission. Well, I won't go in. I tried to lure back my young master using my sect's secret method, but you interrupted me. On the other hand, if I don’t drink the toast, I will be punished with a drink.
"As long as you bring back the young master, Meng will leave naturally." Meng Zhoulan was angry and stared back at Qingtian, refusing to give in.
Qingtian and Jiahai didn't answer. They stood on both sides of the Yi Mansion. Their meaning was very clear. They could take him away if they could, but they couldn't go in. After all, His Majesty had just summoned ten people and emphasized that He Yue'er must be protected. No one wanted something to happen to the lively He Yue'er on his own hands.
Meng Zhoulan couldn't stand it anymore. After all, he was once a famous person and could not tolerate being played by others like this. What about Chen Congwei? They are just the emperor's servants and thugs. How can they compare with a thousand-year-old family like mine? Even the declining branches are not comparable to them!
With a swipe of the pen in Meng Zhoulan's hand, two big words appeared, one for "cut" and the other for "bind". The two words floated towards Qingtian and Jiahai respectively.
Qingtian faced the word "Zhan". Although the word was written in black ink, there was a faint sonorous sound in the word, which meant gold and iron. No one knew what would happen if he was hit by this word.
Qingtian repeated his old trick and thrust out the tip of his spear, trying to smash the word "cut" into pieces again.
As soon as the iron gun penetrated the words, "clang, clang, clang", the sound of gold and iron hitting each other was heard endlessly. Its force was so powerful that it almost knocked the iron gun away from the unsuspecting Qingtian's hand. Qingtian stood still at his feet, held the iron gun, used his brute force, and slashed the gun head downwards. After a brief stalemate, the word "Zhan" was split into two halves and disappeared.
Jiahai also imitated Qingtian's attitude, and pierced the word "tie" floating toward him with his iron spear. Unexpectedly, the word "tie" had just been contaminated with the tip of the gun, and it stuck to the tip of the gun like dog skin plaster. He was helpless. No matter how hard you try, you can't get rid of Jia Hai.
When Jiahai was swinging hard, the word "bind" actually seemed to have grown legs, moving upward little by little along the barrel of Jiahai's gun. After a while, it moved to Jiahai's hand.
"Bind!"
The word "tie" spread out from the gun shaft, and soon wrapped around Jia Hai's whole body. Jia Hai also protected himself with a gun, and the word "tie" wrapped tightly around the person and the gun.
"Jiahai, are you okay?" Qingtian asked from the side, fearing that Jihai would suffer a loss.
Jiahai felt it for a while, smiled slightly and said: "What a small trick." After saying that, he used enough strength to break free of the word "tie". The word "tie" turned into lines of pen and ink and disappeared in front of everyone.
Qingtian and Jiahai looked at each other and smiled. Qingtian swung his gun and hit Meng Zhoulan directly. Meng Zhoulan was knocked away by the gun and fell into the Yi Mansion Gate. in the river in front.
Qingtian rushed over to check the situation in the river. He saw Meng Zhoulan lying on his back in the river with no expression. He slowly melted into the river. If he looked carefully, he could vaguely see a "shadow" Character.
Qingtian turned around and shouted: "Jiahai!"
Jiahai thrust his iron spear at the ground in front of the Yi Mansion Gate with such force that the ground shook slightly. Jiahai closed his eyes to feel it, then turned around and shot at He Yue'er.
He Yue'er was being led by Ge Yigang at this time, with his back to the door, and did not notice what was happening behind him. When Jia Hai clicked the gun hard, the ground shook, and He Yue'er felt something and looked back.
Among the spear tips of He Yue'er and Jia Hai, a figure slowly emerged. It was Meng Zhoulan. At this time, there was a word "hidden" on his chest.
He Yue'er turned her head reluctantly, but the tip of the spear was already behind her.
"Sister Yue'er...ah..." Ge Yigang saw He Yue'er turning his head and was about to shout when he was already hugged by Meng Zhoulan.
"Sister Yue'er! Be careful!"
Meng Zhoulan picked up Ge Yigang and was about to write with the brush in his hand, when something unexpected happened.
Ge Yigang was picked up by Meng Zhoulan and faced backward. He had already seen the iron spear piercing He Yue'er's heart. He was so anxious that he jumped out of Meng Zhoulan's arms and threw himself behind He Yue'er.
"ah!"
The iron spear stabbed Ge Yigang through.
When this scene happened, everyone present was stunned. He Yue'er and He Yue'er also turned around and saw Ge Yigang with a painful face and vomiting blood. He Yue'er was so scared that He Yue'er took several steps back.
Jiahai felt a "bang" in his head, like it was exploding. He quickly retracted his iron gun and caught Ge Yigang, who had lost support and fell down.
"Little Master!!!"
Meng Zhoulan's eyes were about to burst, the brush slipped from his hand, and he snatched Ge Yigang from Jia Hai's arms.
"Little Master, you... how can I explain to His Highness the Crown Prince!!!" Meng Zhoulan's hands were trembling.
Qingtian grabbed Meng Zhoulan's collar, picked him up from the ground, and threw him out of the Yi Mansion: "I told you not to cause more trouble! It's your own fault!"
Jiahai looked at the blood in his hands, but he still hadn't come back to his senses. He asked himself that the people he killed were all evil, hopeless people. How could he stab a child like today?
Qingtian patted Jiahai on the shoulder: "It's not your fault. You could have defended it with one shot. It's not like you really wanted to assassinate He Yue'er. This child is seeking death on his own and it has nothing to do with you."
Meng Zhoulan was still outside Yi Mansion, fell to the ground, hugged Ge Yigang and howled: "Your Highness, I'm sorry for you!"
Ge Yigang opened his eyes slightly and asked: "Uncle Meng...I feel so...pain, Sister Yue'er...are you okay..."
Meng Zhoulan hugged Ge Yigang and climbed up: "It's all Uncle Meng's fault. Uncle Meng shouldn't have dragged you away. Young Master, it's okay! It's okay! Uncle Meng will take you to the doctor right away. ! As long as you are fine, Uncle Meng will be with you no matter how long you want to play!"
A smile appeared at the corner of Ge Yigang's mouth: "Uncle Meng...this is what you said, don't...don't recognize it when the time comes..." Little Ge Yigang, the eldest grandson of King Chu Xiang, died in the capital.
"Little Master!!! It's all you. It's all you who killed the Little Master. I'll fight with you!" Meng Zhoulan put Ge Yigang's body aside, stood up and pointed at Qingtian Jiahai and said, He bit his finger as a pen, used blood as ink, and started writing out of thin air.
"Cut! Stab! Kill! Cut! Cut! Bundle! Stun! Choke..." Wait and wait, a series of big blood-red characters flew out from Meng Zhoulan's fingertips one by one, flying towards Qingtian Jiahai and the two.
Qingtian shook Jihai, but Jihai was still stunned. He turned to look at Ge Yigang's body lying on the ground outside the house, as motionless as a wooden sculpture.
"Really!" Qingtian complained, regardless of fighting the sea, he ran out of the house in advance, dancing the iron gun in his hand to make it airtight.
These big blood-red characters hit the tip of Qingtian's gun one by one. Not only did the sound scream and deafen the ears, but the force was also extremely strong. Several times they hit at tricky angles, and Qingtian almost lost control of the iron gun in his hand.
Finally, Mengzhou Lan couldn't bear it anymore. He didn't know what to write in the last stroke, so he just started to write "one" with his hand. Then he finally gave out his strength and fell to the ground, leaning on the railing beside the river.
The iron gun in Qingtian's hand scratched the last word "wound", kicked the gun shaft on the ground, and kicked the iron gun into the air, spinning continuously in the air. Qingtian jumped up again and kicked out, hitting the barrel of the iron gun. The thick iron gun was kicked away by Qingtian and flew towards Meng Zhoulan.
"puff"
The tip of the spear entered his body. Meng Zhoulan was carried away by the iron spear and flew to the wall on the other side of the river. His whole body was pinned to the wall by the iron spear.
Qingtian took a few quick steps and rushed to the other side of the river. He jumped from the bank, grabbed the iron gun, and fired back quickly. Meng Zhoulan's body fell into the river and slowly floated away with the rise and fall of the Qin River.
He Yue'er ran out of the house and ran to Ge Yigang's side: "Little brother, little brother, wake up, little brother!"
Qingtian just flew back, lowered his head and said: "It's hopeless."
He Yue'er stood up and shouted: "He is just a child, but he is too playful. Why should he kill her!"
Qingtian explained: "Jia Hai was not intentional. That shot couldn't hit you at all. The kid jumped on it himself, and we don't want that either!"
He Yue'er sneered and said: "Ha, I don't understand. What's wrong with me? What's so valuable! Is it worth it for you two to stare at me every day? Now you've started killing people, right? Why don't you just give it to me? Take him to jail!"
Qingtian said nothing, raised the iron gun in his hand, and pointed the tip of the gun at He Yue'er.
"Come on, come on, stab me to death with one shot! Stab me now! Once you stab me to death, you don't have to worry anymore!" He Yue'er was desperate and a little hysterical.
Qingtian pulled He Yue'er away and held out the iron gun in his hand.
"clang!"
The iron gun and a fist met each other.
