Traveling through the immature concubine: Charming the world

Chapter 177 Who Are You?
"Oh." No wonder everyone praised King Dajingchen, it was not easy for him to do so.

The three of them walked to the famous Lake of Complaints nearby, where elaborately carved lanterns of different styles floated on the lake, the candlelight illuminated the dark lake water, a group of subordinates competed together, and Zhang Yang's mother sat by the river holding the soles of her shoes. .Seeing us coming, all the people stopped and shouted excitedly: "King Chen, thousand years old! King Chen, thousand years old! King Chen, thousand years old..."

"The winner of the martial arts competition will be rewarded by the king!" Liu Yu smiled and let go of my hand, walking towards those people.

I walked to the river, carefully held a lotus lantern and placed it lightly on the surface of the lake. When my fingertips touched the cold lake water, it was so cold that it hurt...

Suddenly there was a voice: "There are assassins! Protect King Chen!"

Screams arose immediately, and in the shadow of swords and swords, the lanterns all over the sky fell to the ground, splashing balls of flames, and several black figures shuttled back and forth in the place where the contest was just now, assassin? !What about Liuyu?Liuyu will be fine.

I walked towards the crowd of swords, lights and swords...

"Jiaolong, come with me!" A pair of strong hands grabbed me in the panicked crowd. I was stunned, saw Liuyu's anxious eyes, and was about to ask, a guard fell in front of us, chest The front clothes are all torn, bright red sword marks are everywhere, dead, dead? !I was frightened, and I was suddenly embraced by him, and I heard his uneasy and gentle voice, "Don't look."

"King Chen! Your time of death is here!" A flash of sword light flashed, and a black figure wearing a silver mask flew across. Feng, quickly picked up a sword from the ground and stabbed the man in black back: "Who are you?"

The man in black sneered, and the figure of Wei An stopped in front of us. He lifted the pocket of the black clothes with one hand, and his long blue ink-like hair poured down, dazzling the eyes in the crowd of flames.

(End of this chapter)