Genius Poisonous Concubine: Fourth Miss Against Heaven

Chapter 483
"Big Brother!" The crowd surrounding Shiting wailed sadly, all of them were dumbfounded by the huge change that happened in an instant.

The coachman was lying in front of Jian Yunling, with unbelievable shock in his dying eyes, as if he couldn't understand how he lost his life in the blink of an eye.

And the person who took his life was sitting on the couch, the simple and unadorned robes could not hide his noble temperament, his slightly closed eyelashes looked at the coachman's body in a disdainful manner, his eyes were like water, and no ripples could be seen.

There was deathly silence, and finally, the older man among the men in black was the first to react, raised his knife suddenly, pointed at Yu Wenzheng and said, "Brother is dead, we can't let him down for his painstaking planning, let alone let us down Your Majesty's trust. Brothers, listen to me, kill King Han and grab the jade hook!"

The others wiped away their tears, held their blades high, took a step forward, and responded one after another with a loud voice: "Kill King Han, seize the jade hook! Kill King Han, seize the jade hook!" Everyone's eyes were scarlet, and they had already lost their eyes. reason.

Oops, caused public outrage.

Jian Yunling sighed that something was wrong, and hurriedly looked at Yu Wenzheng, who met her gaze and smiled gently, just like how he comforted and flattered her every time she lost her temper.

Jian Yunling knew that he had to be careful before doing anything, and there was no point in distracting him, so although she was nervous, she tried her best not to show it.

The clamor from all sides was getting closer and closer, the ear-splitting shouts and messy footsteps intertwined in a hurry, and the black-clothed killers attacked in groups, and went straight to Yu Wenzheng who was sitting on the right seat.

At the same time, countless arrows shot out from the depths of the forest, falling like raindrops.The arrow reflected cold light, the black color was thick and terrifying, it was poisoned.

Jian Yunling's palms were cold, and the captors led her to avoid the rain of arrows. Her mind was in chaos, and she couldn't find a perfect way to save her life even though she tried hard.

This is a carefully laid out, interlocking, and no accidents and assassinations of survivors will be allowed.
These killers are all poison masters who are proficient in soft and hard weapons.Just looking at the Suo Gong Powder that Jian Yunling was using, the amount of a small glass of wine had already left her with no internal energy, and her limbs were weak. It is conceivable that the poison on the arrow will surely seal her throat with blood.

In addition, there are backups in the forest. Even if Yu Wenzheng and Jian Yunling escaped the assassination of the first group of people by chance, there will be a second group of people rushing out to continue, maybe there will be a third group, the fourth group batch.

In short, there are only two of them, and there may be dozens or even hundreds of them. Not to mention the strength of martial arts, even if they just exhaust their physical strength, they are by no means opponents.In the end, it will definitely end up dead without a whole body.

Yu Wenheng, you are so resourceful and calculating!It seems that there has always been an eyeliner planted by you by our side, waiting to kill us at any suitable place on the road!

What about exchanging military power for jade hooks, what about seeking perfection and compromise, are all your tricks!

The purpose is to make our deaths unclear, so that while you get rid of us, you don't have to bear the charge of heartless brother killing.

In this world, when it comes to ruthlessness and disapproval of relatives, no one can compare to you!

The more Jian Yunling thought about it, the more angry she became, a fire was burning in her heart, but this uncontrollable body traps her, otherwise, when she makes a move, she must be full of true energy, and she can kill everyone here with one palm.

There was a constant swishing sound in the ears, and the half-burned candle in the lantern was swayed by the turbulent wind. The light and shadow flickered and rushed, like a thrilling song flowing from the fingertips of a musician, making people hold their breath and dare not speak.

(End of this chapter)