win the hairpin

Chapter 460
Yin Xiao's iron-like fist hit Tong He's chest, and Tong He's sharp knife stopped after piercing Yin Xiao's flesh. He let go of his hand, staggered back, and suddenly fled into the night.

There was blood dripping all over the floor.

Yin Xiao chased after him, regardless of his injuries.

At this moment, he is also a dead man, and he has received the order from Song Huiyue - Tonghe will die tonight, and he will never die.

Li Changfeng and everyone in the imperial army were all horrified, they watched Tonghe run away for several steps, and then let Yinxiao catch up, the two scuffled together again, and then fled again.

I have never seen such a desperate fight, and there is no room for others to intervene. What is even more frightening is that the wounded are indifferent to their own pain, and just want to kill each other one after another.

"Hurry up!" Li Changfeng woke up suddenly, and hurriedly led his men to catch up, "Xiaoyi, hurry up and tell Su Zhi!"

It was so easy to chase, the whole road was filled with the bloody smell of the two of them, which quickly dissipated in the spring rain, condensed in every drop of rain, and slowly dissipated in the cold wind, turning into a hazy blood mist.

Li Changfeng followed the blood mist all the way to the gate of Daxiangguo Temple.

He frowned and looked at the plaque - aren't they afraid of gods and Buddhas?

He suddenly remembered the last time Yin Xiao and the thief chased him here, and he became more and more confused. Could it be that this thief is from Daxiangguo Temple?
Or is Daxiangguo Temple a sanctuary for thieves?

He chased to the Buddhist temple full of doubts, and his scalp became numb amidst the densely packed Buddha statues.

For some reason, the Buddha statues in the Buddha Hall at night are always dark, and even those arhats have hideous faces. When he looked up at the Buddha statues, he felt sad and dared not say more.

Perhaps in the Daxiangguo Temple, there is also the biggest demon, who pretends to be a devout believer during the day and only shows his means at night.

In the guest courtyard of Daxiangguo Temple, Zhang Xutang was reading a tabloid.

When the spring thunder sounded, he shivered, and Xiao Wei hurried forward to add charcoal.

In fact, the brazier was already piled high with red charcoal fire, and the incense slices on the shelf were all burnt yellow. The little guard was guarding the room, the heat was unbearable, and he wished he could take his feet out of his shoes to see through them. Breathable, but dare not, can only continue to heat.

After the charcoal was added, he stood aside lightly, turning himself into a puppet.

Zhang Xutang finished reading the tabloid, and smiled inexplicably.

Song Huiyue and Jin Wang sang a good show, trying to push a groundless Lou Taiwei to the position of the commander-in-chief of the Imperial Army.

How can it be so easy.

I have to ask Su to stop by tomorrow to bring up the matter of Yin Xiao's killing of his father and correct Yin Xiao.

Today, he is afraid of death, but he has always been decisive when it comes to his own life. In the past, he used Su Ting heavily, and once he had the slightest scruples, he immediately discarded it.

He closed this nonsense tabloid, thinking about King Jin.

King Jin and Lou Yinxiao should really be at odds, otherwise King Jin wouldn't be able to fight like that in the street - King Jin would be well-groomed even if he was going to die.

Because King Jin's every move, dress, words and deeds are all related to his prestige, and he will always be like a role model, with correct clothes and beautiful manners, which has already been admired by the world invisibly.

Letting Yin Xiao beat people's heads into dog heads at the gate of Caomen will do more harm than good to King Jin.

These two tabloids are even more unfavorable to King Jin.

The prince of the future will become a peerless beauty in the tabloids. To King Jin, it will be a terrible footnote, and he will turn himself into a topic of conversation after dinner.

Maybe it would appear that the King of Jin is close to the people, after all, the King of Lianyi County dared to dig a handful in his crotch.

Also, after Jinshang reads the tabloids, he will feel relaxed about King Jin, but King Jin doesn't care about this at all - he has already made up his mind to be an enemy of Jinshang.

The only function of these two tabloids is to fulfill King Jin's wishful thinking and flattery - through these two tabloids, he hid Song Huiyue completely, and no one mentioned it.

Zhang Xutang took a sip from his teacup, and couldn't help but think of Song Huiyue.

He is honored to be cruel to Song Huiyue.

Sure enough, it was his own kind, smart, ruthless, and clever.

Slowly, he drank half a cup of tea, put down the cup, stretched his fingers, and planned to copy a page of scriptures before going to sleep.

However, there was a knock on the door, and then a strong man came in and said to Zhang Xutang: "Second Lord, many imperial guards have come to the temple. Here we are."

Zhang Xutang frowned: "Catch the thief?"

As soon as he finished speaking, something cold dripped on the tip of Zhang Xutang's nose. He reached out to touch it, held it in front of his eyes, and found that it was a drop of blood.

"Second Lord!" Xiaowei hurried forward, looked up, "Do you want to be on guard?"

He couldn't see anything, he could only see that under the staggered lights, the gorgeous caisson became a group of dark shadows.

At this moment, the group of deep shadows suddenly moved, and then a black shadow rolled down uncontrollably, and fell straight in front of Zhang Xutang.

Zhang Xutang's pupils shrank suddenly: "Bronze Crane?"

Tong He was seriously injured, and the wound on his body was tied with a belt to prevent bleeding, but the strength was insufficient and it was loose, and one arm was drooping limply, apparently broken.

The bronze crane only paused for a moment, then dived under the table.

The desk case for copying the scriptures is very large. After Song Huiyue copied the scriptures once, it was moved to the side of the wall so that one side was close to the wall—otherwise Zhang Xuzhang would occasionally be in a daze when he sat down to copy the scriptures, like Song Huiyue. Yue sat opposite him.

The copper crane remained motionless, curled up in the shadow under the table.

Zhang Xutang immediately looked at Xiaowei: "Go add some fragrance, then go outside and lock the door, try not to let them in."

He only said his best, because he knew that Yin Xiao would definitely come too—the only person who could hurt Tong He like this was Yin Xiao.

A small guard can't stop Yin Xiao.

He took the handkerchief to wipe his face again: "Third brother, everyone who takes you hides, don't let the guards carry it."

Xiaowei and the third child acted separately. After Zhang Xutang wiped his face, he immediately unfolded the Jilin paper, pressed it with a paperweight, dipped it in a pen of ink, and began to copy the scriptures.

His eyesight is bad, so all the candle lamps stood behind him, and his shadow just fell under the table case, completely covering the already dim under the table case.

A drop of ink fell on the Jilin paper, showing a bit of panic.

Outside the guest courtyard, Su Ting frowned, looked at Yin Xiao who looked like a blood gourd, and before Yin Xiao could respond to his gaze, he looked away and glanced at Li Changfeng: "Inside?"

Li Changfeng glanced at Yin Xiao from the corner of his eye, and thought, "I know shit."

He replied in a low voice: "It should be, we chased it all the way."

Yin Xiao chased after him all the way, they chased Yin Xiao over.

"Have you looked carefully?" Su Ting asked pointedly.

Li Changfeng didn't hesitate this time: "The marksmanship and movement skills are definitely the ones who killed Mr. Zhang! We are all watching."

Su Ting twitched the corner of his mouth and sneered, "Do you know who lives here?"

Li Changfeng immediately replied with what Su Ting often said: "Whoever he is, even if King Jin is here, he can't stop the imperial army from searching!"

Su Ting choked for a moment, looking at Li Changfeng's serious face, he thought to himself, why didn't he find him so straightforward before?

　Recently, I have been cautious in writing, writing more and more slowly, and have not saved the manuscript, so Chapter 2 can no longer be published at 12 o'clock as scheduled. I am very sorry to readers and friends, but it will be sent out before [-] pm.

　　
　
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