Wangmen Xianfei

Chapter 2

Before Jun Ronglin could speak, Mu Qingli came to his senses. Hearing that they were about to leave, he quickly reached out and grabbed Mu Ziwei for help, crying, "Ziwei..." Don't leave.

"Ah!" Mu Ziwei let out a feigned exclamation, followed her movements, fell backwards and sat on the ground, her palms were deliberately rubbed against the stones on the ground, and a few bloodstains were drawn. Qing Li shook her head again and again and said softly: "Big sister, I, I didn't go, don't be angry."

"Ziwei!" Jun Ronglin hurriedly helped her up, holding her bleeding hand with pity.

Mu Qingli was also frightened, and hurried forward, not knowing what to do: "I... I didn't push, I didn't..."

"Slap!" Jun Ronglin slapped her mercilessly and knocked her down to the ground, glaring at her angrily and scolding: "You are so young, you have such vicious thoughts, you actually hurt your own sister, you really make me sick. "

Mu Qingli was completely stupefied, his brain was racing with blood, and he stared blankly at them.

Mu Ziwei was very happy, she couldn't see the strength of Jun Ronglin's slap.Pulling on Jun Ronglin's sleeve, he shook his head and said, "King An, I accidentally fell down. It's none of Big Sister's business. Don't blame Big Sister."

Mu Qingli didn't care about the pain, and quickly clarified: "Yes, brother Lin, I didn't push it, Ziwei fell down by herself."

The anger in Jun Ronglin's heart was completely ignited by these words, and he stared into Mu Qingli's eyes with murderous aura, and cursed coldly: "Zi Wei begged for you, and you still don't know how to repent, and even framed Zi Wei! Why are you such a vicious woman?" Survive in the world. Come on!"

"King An." Two guards came after hearing the words.

Jun Ronglin pointed at Mu Qingli and ordered, "Tie her to the arrow tray."

"Yes." The two set up the dazed and frightened Mu Qingli and left.

"King An..." Mu Ziwei couldn't bear to watch.

Jun Ronglin glanced over, and said forcefully: "Ziwei, I can promise you that I won't kill her, but this punishment must not be less! It's useless for you to say more, unless you want to disobey the king?"

Mu Ziwei bowed her head and stopped talking, the corners of her mouth were already raised.

"Brother Lin... Brother, why, why? I'm so scared, let me go, let me go."

Mu Qingli's limbs were tied to a disc, his clothes were torn, his knees and mouth were bleeding, his face was covered with mud and small wounds, and the right side of his face was swollen as if it was about to burst, and he looked terrified. Weak, with tears streaming down his face, the whole appearance is really in a state of embarrassment.

Jun Ronglin sneered when he heard the words, holding the Coiling Dragon Bow in one hand and fixing the Feather Arrow in the other, he drew the full bow at Mu Qingli.

Liu Mingrui came to his side and reminded him slowly: "King An, this Mu Qingli is the daughter of Marquis Pingkang, your fiancée, don't overdo it."

When Jun Ronglin heard these facts, his mood became even worse, and he said impatiently: "She is relying on these mischiefs. This king has his own sense of proportion. If she can't kill her, can she still hurt her?"

"I've heard that King An is not only amazing in swordsmanship, but also in bowing. It's a great thing to have a chance to watch it now." Some people booed around.

"Huh!" Jun Ronglin's body was windy, his eyes were sharp and sarcastic, and he said, "Turn."

"No, don't!" Mu Qingli's face turned pale.It's terrible, it's terrible, why did brother Lin treat me like this.

The guard standing next to the turntable would not listen to her, and with ten layers of strength, the entire turntable started to rotate quickly.

"Ah..." A terrified and desperate cry came from Mu Qingli's mouth.

Jun Ronglin narrowed his eyes in disgust, and let go of the hand holding the arrow.

"Whoosh!" With a sound, the feather arrow brushed against Mu Qingli's cheek, and was nailed to her ear less than three minutes away.

Jun Ronglin raised the bow again with the second arrow, drew the full arrow and let it go, and brushed Mu Qingli's arm again, drawing a bloodstain, nailing her red dress to the wooden board.

Mu Qingli's eyes turned white, his mouth was open, his appearance was really ugly, and he didn't make any sound.

"Where is the smell of urine coming from? Ah, she was so scared that she wet her pants." A woman exclaimed gloatingly.

Seeing Mu Qingli's appearance, Liu Mingxuan persuaded Jun Ronglin, "I think she's already fainted, so let's forget it. It's almost time for you to calm down after playing her to this extent. Speaking of which, she didn't treat you well." Do something wrong."

"Forget it? Who knows if she is pretending to be dizzy." Jun Ronglin pulled out three feathered arrows and put them on the bow.

Everyone was shocked when they saw it. Only Liu Mingxuan sighed helplessly. He knew a little about Jun Ronglin's arrow skills. If he didn't want to kill people, naturally there would be no surprises.

As soon as Mu Qingli regained consciousness, she felt her limbs being restrained, and her whole body felt stiff and painful. Before she had time to figure out what was going on, she was already calmed down by the oncoming cold front.Her ears moved, without opening her eyes, she had already "seen" the cold direction from the sound of the wind.

With a clever movement of his palm, he broke away from the not-so-tight rope. Mu Qingli directly reached out and grasped a feathered arrow, and missed the other feathered arrow on his waist. Hold the last arrow.

"Bah!", spitting out the feather arrow he was biting, Mu Qingli opened his eyes suddenly, his eyes were clear and sharp, and looked straight at Jun Ronglin with incomparable accuracy. After a pause, it was very clear: "You hurt me!"

While she was speaking, the movements in her hands were not slow, she took the only remaining feather arrow and cut the hemp rope that bound her, and jumped off the turntable extremely nimbly.

The red clothes are messy and tattered, the blue hair is scattered and softly draped behind the head, and suddenly the turntable is off, the face is no longer weak and ignorant as usual, and the eyes are like the ice water in the ice pool in winter. The unbearable, blood-flowing face did not weaken her vain momentum in the slightest.

Everyone in the audience was stunned, and suddenly they didn't realize how the blink of an eye turned into this appearance. Some people didn't even see clearly how she escaped the three arrows.

Mu Qingli looked around coldly, blue walls and red tiles, white jade martial arts platform, people all wearing strange ancient costumes.Noticing the pain and wounds all over her body for a moment, she rubbed her finger on her mouth, and the scarlet blood irritated her eye pupils, especially those white and delicate hands, why did her hands become so small?Wasn't it when she was framed by her junior sister and went to the Beijing branch...

(End of this chapter)