Chen Palace

Chapter 165 Origin
When Hulu received the bad news, he felt dizzy. He couldn't hold back the grief and indignation in his chest, and coughed violently again.

He bent down, touched the dry and cold black soil with trembling hands, and murmured: "For this land, my son gave his life in vain..."

The generals on the side were all dejected, they could neither persuade nor do anything, watching the lord grieve, he was at a loss for a while.

Hulu's cough became more and more serious, his second son, who was young and weak, helped his father up with tears, and was about to persuade him to mourn, but Hulu straightened his body, his eyes sparkled.

He didn't say much, he jumped on his horse and galloped into the city, and all the people behind him got on their horses and chased after him.

The cool wind poured into one's chest and lungs, which was originally extremely pleasant, but was turned into an ominous sob of the undead by this evil.Hulu whipped the horse, roaring like a dragon, and entered the city in half a moment, before reaching the eldest son's bed.

Mu Na's complexion was black, his facial features were distorted, his dilated pupils were filled with panic and pain, and they were already frozen and stiff.

Hulu's hands couldn't stop trembling, he picked him up and put him deeply in his arms.

"According to Changshengtian's will, the shaman said that your trip is unlucky, and I made you avoid weapons, but unexpectedly, you still died unexpectedly..."

His voice was low and forbearing, but with a heart-piercing ominousness.

"Where's Lin Kuang?!"

he asked in a low voice.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, startled by the killing intent in the voice.

"Like smoke, it disappeared in the room?!"

Hulu laughed back in anger, his desolate laughter filled the room with haze and horror.

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Lin Kuang did not disappear like smoke. In the darkness and chaos, he only felt numb all over, and was carried out by acupuncture.

His entourage carried a huge body, but they walked like flying. Lin Kuang was blinded by the wind, but he smelled a faint fragrance of elegant ink from his nose.

Although Lin Kuang came from an aristocratic family, he was not very literary by nature. Of course, his attendants were not literati, and there was no way he would have such a smell.

If he realized something, he would already be in a cold sweat from fright.

The man ran for more than half an hour, and did not put him down until a familiar tent appeared in front of him.

Lin Kuang felt that the acupoints had been unlocked. He moved his wrists, pulled himself together, and said with a sneer, "Who are you?"

The man let out a hearty laugh, tore off a corner of the long sleeve, wiped it on his face for a while, and there was a completely different face.

"Sure enough..."

Lin Kuang gritted his teeth and said bitterly: "You put me back in your camp, do you still want to escape with your life?"

The handsome young man returned a haughty smile: "If I want to leave, your thousands of troops will not be able to catch up... What's more, you are too busy to take care of yourself, so how can you have time to seek my misfortune?"

He turned around and ran like smoke, Lin Kuang was about to call for someone, but he felt a chill on his scalp, when he stretched out his hand, it turned out to be a thin blade, actually embedded in the hair, it was just a haircut, it was like a brain burst.

In the camp of his Chinese army, some of his confidantes rushed out to meet him, and some of the well-informed saw him holding a strange-shaped thin blade in a daze, and couldn't help screaming——

"It's actually him!!"

"who is it?!"

Lin Kuang heard that the assassin had a lot of background, so he couldn't help asking awe-inspiringly.

"It's Mr. Yu from Jiangnan Thunderbolt Hall!
The confidant's face was pale, as if he had seen a ghost.

"He has always been arrogant, usually he will not be provoked, and he will never make a move... Does the Lord actually have a quarrel with him?"

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