Yan's foreign relatives, give Da Yan a little Xuanwu Gate shock

The opponent's plot failed this time. If they could control Xiaolong and make him abandon Yuan Congqian and chase after him, they might be able to send another flying talisman close to the ground to kill Yuan Congqian.

"Let's go to Imperial College!"

He grasped the handle with one hand, pinched the sword with his fingers, and put his hands together, and the sword disappeared without a trace.

There are very few Heavenly Masters in the capital who are good at talismans.

Just by asking more questions, he could follow the clues and find out who was trying to harm him tonight. Ling also wanted to ask Yuan Congqian about Jie's sister, and he must have wanted to save Yuan Congqian's life.

She grabbed Yuan Congqian's collar without using much force, but unexpectedly Yuan Congqian broke free.

Yuan Congqian propped himself up on the desk with both hands to ease the dizziness caused by the rapid gathering of blood in his head. He stared at the figure in the bamboo raincoat and said, "The thieves are running away. Why did the chief priest sheath his sword?"

In a blink of an eye, the bamboo raincoat was about to return to the door, shrouded in a shadow deeper than usual.

"Let's settle you and your family first." Ling said, "In the Imperial College. You can sleep in my room temporarily tonight. They don't dare to move into the Imperial College yet."

What else does Yuan Congqian want to do?

She heard that Yuan Congqian's voice was not right, and there was anger in his hoarse voice. As if she had thought of something, she reminded him, "Your hand gun is useless. It can only hit ordinary people. He is a martial arts expert and can cast spells. He is far beyond your ability to deal with now."

"I have only heard that all evil must be eradicated."

Yuan Congqian's eyes were bloodshot. He let the pistol slide from his sleeve into his palm. He loaded the gun and aimed at his bamboo raincoat.

Ling sighed lightly, but was not angry. He just drew his sword.

The man in bamboo raincoat suddenly turned around and saw the small pistol in Yuan Congqian's hand, which made him feel ridiculous. He smiled truthfully. Yuan Congqian seemed to be able to see the wrinkles and laughter hidden under the mask:

"Hehe, a weapon that's not even as fast as my fist!"

He even stopped walking, opened his arms, and faced Yuan Congqian with his chest, as if he wanted to appreciate Yuan Congqian's helpless and furious look: "You can't even save your own life, you can't even escape in fear, and yet you still have the time to be angry?"

boom!boom!

Two etched bullets flew towards the bamboo raincoat as a substitute for Yuan Congqian's language.

The bamboo raincoat neither dodged nor avoided, but laughed loudly: "Haha, I thought you, a newborn raccoon slave, had some means of fighting back, but it turns out you were hiding behind the woman and shooting!"

Who in Dayan doesn’t know that within seven steps, a punch is fast?

If Yuan Congqian really rushed over with his fists, he would have to consider how to deal with Ling who followed him, and he might even be a little afraid of Yuan's only son. What's the point of him taking out the bullets that a child could cut off with a sword?

Zhu Chenyi felt happy, as if even the shock and anger of his companion being beheaded by Ling had lessened a little.

Before his eyes could react, he used his sword to cut off the bullet, ricocheting it to the side.

Then, he chopped at the second one.

Zhu Chenyi tilted his head, passed the bullet faster than the bullet, and looked at Yuan Congqian. What about the royal family of Da Yan? It only has gold content in the eyes of ordinary people in Da Yan. In the eyes of those who really control Da Yan, it doesn't matter whether Yuan Congqian is dead or alive.

Mr. Yuan, my little friend, we have a long way to go...

Yuan Congqian was also looking at him at this time.

The eyes of both parties met for a moment.

Looking at Yuan Congqian's calm and deep eyes, Zhu Caoyi suddenly felt a little strange.

Yuan Congqian held the ordinary Lateran pistol in both hands. His face was not very clear because he was facing away from the starlight. Facing the azure starry night, the brown-golden flying tiger's eyes were dark, with only a glimmer of unusually bright cross starlight in his right eye.

The cross-shaped white starlight is extremely eye-catching.

Through Yuan Congqian's dark eyes, the bamboo raincoat seemed to have traveled through layers of time and space, and looked at the infinitely high and infinitely far starry sky behind him, and his thoughts froze a little. The stars in the starry sky were also pitch black, but they were shining with layers of pure white light...

Time seemed to slow down infinitely; even the bullets flying at twice the speed of sound became frozen in Zhu Chenyi's eyes.

His sword was very slowly trying to chop off the bullet that was flying towards him very slowly.

By the way, didn’t Yuan have brown hair and golden eyes? When did her eyes turn black?

At the moment when Zhu Chenyi was about to chop the bullet with his sword, a doubt suddenly arose in his mind.

The bullet suddenly accelerated, leaving a meteor-like black afterimage at its tail, splitting into infinite parts, instantly filling the bamboo raincoat's field of vision.

In the next moment, Zhu Caoyi's vision returned to normal.

At this moment, the bullet flew to his forehead.

The Originium-etched bullet pierced through the bamboo straw raincoat's eyeballs, crushed his brain, and stopped at the back of his head.

Chapter 18 Da Yan's No. 1 Male Gunner

Yuan Congqian fired two shots in succession, and the man in the bamboo raincoat fell to the ground.

The part he aimed at was clearly Zhusanyi's chest, and Zhusanyi was shot in the eye when he split one of the bullets, making it seem like Zhusanyi fell to the ground in a fake way. If Zhusanyi could still speak, he would definitely call the referee and say that the two shots fired by the opponent were too fake.

Unfortunately, he can only say now that he has no objection.

The talisman spontaneously combusted silently. After Xiaolong and Yazi escaped, they immediately rushed down and bit off the limbs of the man in the bamboo raincoat who was shot, revealing an old face that still had a trace of mockery. The muscles on his body that had been trained for a long time were extremely scary, and the well-developed trapezius muscles formed a regular triangle above the shoulders.

The bullet penetrated his eyeball, and the huge pressure difference filled the mask with contents. His brain was almost completely shredded by the etched bullet.

If it hits other parts of his body, it is hard to say whether it can penetrate the muscles.

"Huh...huh..."

Yuan Congqian gasped, his pistol slipped, and his black nails faded quietly.

Sweat ran down his cheeks and dripped onto the newspaper.

Although it is not written in the card description, the gun made by Lateran is also a staff, and the Sakota can use the gun to release their shooting source stone skills. It is also reasonable that he can use the gun to release bullets with non-linear movement characteristics.

"Not a bad shot. I underestimated you." Ling helped Yuan Congqian up and praised the perfect performance of Dayan's number one male shooter in Shaanxi dialect.

For masters who have trained to a high degree, guns are nothing more than toys that children protect with fear. Even if the initial velocity of an etched bullet can reach two to three times the speed of sound, the time it takes for the gun holder to aim and pull the trigger is enough for the master to dodge.

Therefore, modern boxing practitioners in Da Yan would say: "Beyond seven steps, the spear is faster. Within seven steps, the fist is faster."

Now, Yuan Congqian has revised this law: within seven steps, the gun is fast and accurate.

"Well, your shot really has some of the style of a master. I can't see the technique clearly, but it looks like Shang Shu's."

Ling grabbed Yuan Congqian's hand and was about to take him out:

"Let's go! Let's go to the Imperial Academy to have a drink with my sister!"

"Wait, wait, Jijiu, please help me deal with these two people first."

Yuan Congqian tried to break free.

Her hands were as soft as if she had no bones, but she spoke like a brother to my college roommate.

Yuan Congqian's hand was being pinched, but the green-haired woman wrapped Yuan Congqian's right hand in hers first and pinched it carefully: "Oh, that's strange, why can't I feel your bone age? It's true that your hand bones are as elastic as a child's, but it doesn't feel right."

Yuan Congqian shook it for a long time and finally shook off the hand that was stuck to Yuan Congqian's hand.

He turned on the lights in Yuan's house, and sure enough, from the corridor to the study, there was the remains of the doorman's body, kneeling on the ground and vomiting. Ling seemed to have known the situation outside for a long time, and without even looking, he let Xiaolong carry the fake bamboo raincoat that was bitten into a human pig and throw it into the study.

Ling handed the sword in his hand to Yuan Congqian. There were words engraved on the sword that Yuan Congqian couldn't understand: "This, you keep it for self-defense. Since you are not in the mood to drink with me tonight, you can come to me another day, and your people in Yuan Mansion will stay in my dream for a few more days..."

After she finished speaking, she took a few steps back, causing ripples in the air.

"How many more days can you stay in your dream?"

Yuan Congqian was confused and turned around, only to hear a dreamy chuckle.

Looking up at the night sky again, where is Ling?

All that was left was the smell of blood in the room and a sword in Yuan Congqian's arms.

……

Yuan Congqian simply cleaned it up.

There were no living people in Yuan Mansion now, which could be understood as the entire family being slaughtered. In addition to the guards, veteran soldiers of the Imperial Guards, and the trusted servants who could be considered half of Yuan Mansion’s people who had been employed by Yuan Mansion for more than ten years, there were also only the cooks and cleaners who were employed by Yuan Mansion for a long time.

Yuan Congqian picked up the mask of the beheaded bamboo raincoat.

Apart from two slits as thin as the pattern, the mask has no other places for light to pass through, so it is completely useless. Judging from the heavy feel, the mask should be made of silver, connected to the face through a skin-friendly material that can be adsorbed on the skin. You can keep the one with a hole for the eye for yourself.

"I can confirm that he was the one who took me to the Taiwei Mansion that day."

Yuan Congqian narrowed his eyes and put the head that originally belonged to the leading soldier aside.

Yuan Congqian's boots walked in a pool of blood. He walked to the door of the study and looked at the face of the other man in the bamboo raincoat.

It was a very thin face, full of wrinkles and without a beard.

Yuan Congqian put on three layers of gloves and searched him for a long time but found nothing useful. After all, reality is not a martial arts novel. Finding tokens or letters from a certain force on a person can only exist in imagination.

On the contrary, the soldier from the Taiwei Mansion had scratches on his arm, which should have been caused by the Originium.

As a guard of the Taiwei Mansion, why was he disfigured, had his fingers burned, and was infected? Did he not follow the Taiwei's orders and get himself arrested and imprisoned, and was punished by the Taiwei? Then, he came to assassinate the eldest son of the Yuan Mansion as atonement?

"…It's hard to judge." Yuan Congqian shook his head secretly.

The existing clues indicate that it is the Taiwei Mansion that is coming to kill me tonight.

Fu Qianming was an old and cunning man, and Yuan Congqian did not expect that his clumsy acting skills could deceive such an old man. However, what was the conflict of interest between the Taiwei and himself? He wanted the Duke of Wei to become a Great Yan True Dragon faster, but he actually let him take the risk of the world's disapproval and attack the Queen's family?

Every official in the capital had a photo on file. Modern medicine has penetrated into the genetic level. It is meaningless to burn the face and fingerprints. As long as there is a hair or a piece of intact flesh, we can know who he is. When the general asked him to assassinate him, did he consider being killed in return and exposing his identity?

Then, why did the commander think that Yuan Congqian had a way to survive these two men?

The massacre of the entire Yuan family by the Grand Commandant was naturally a hot topic, and would definitely become a bomb that would directly shatter the current balance of power in the capital. By then, the deployment of various forces would be in chaos, and Yuan Congqian would have the opportunity to observe the positions of all parties and find the fish he wanted in the muddy water.

But it was too dangerous. So dangerous that Yuan Congqian almost suffocated.

Yuan Congqian could not judge which people in the court wanted him dead and which wanted him alive. As the first person in the capital to write a letter to support Jie's New Culture Movement reforms in Dayan, the dead were more useful than the living, and those who supported the New Culture Movement were like fish in water, making a big fuss about Yuan Congqian's death.

In his opinion, there are only two people who would definitely wish Yuan Congqian alive:

The True Dragon of Dayan and the Queen of Dayan, Yuan Gongpei.

So, Yuan Congqian knocked on the alarm terminal stored in the study with his fist, and the shrill alarm sounded in the study instantly.

The terminal was immediately connected, and the voice of the female official who came to deliver the petition that day rang out:

"What's the matter?"

Yuan Congqian spoke softly, word by word, like thunder:

"The Grand Commandant sent people to attack at night and massacred the entire Yuan family."

Chapter 19: When you are poor, you will bear grudges; when you are rich, you will take revenge.

There was silence on the other end of the terminal for a moment:

"I will report this to His Majesty and the Queen immediately. Please wait a moment, my dear. I will be there soon."

"Should I wait for you to arrive?"

Yuan Congqian sneered, "There is no one left alive in the Yuan Mansion except me. I killed two people with my gun. Do I still have to wait for you to arrive?"

There were bursts of piercing sounds coming from the other end of the terminal.

The female official was probably jumping on the tiles in the alley.

"…The Queen will make the final decision on right and wrong."

"Rights and wrongs!"

Hearing the female official's blunt answer, Yuan Congqian could hardly suppress his anger:

"All the people in Yuan Mansion have died. The one who came to kill me almost had the Taiwei Mansion written on his face. What's right and wrong! All the wealthy families in the capital have retired imperial guards for garrison, but only the Yuan Mansion can be entered by everyone. The Soul-Losing Scrolls of the Heavenly Master Mansion have been sent in. What a capable person! I'm sending a message to the Jinzouyuan now. Do you think it will be faster, you or the reporter?"

"..."

After another period of silence, the female official finally spoke: "I'm quick."

Yuan Congqian: “?”

I was choked by the questions I was about to ask and couldn't utter a word.

No, what I'm asking now is, are you faster or the reporter faster?

He was obviously very angry and was almost laughed at by the female official.

It was the first time that Yuan Congqian knew that there were people who spoke like this.

When this female official sent him the petition, she looked so arrogant and looked down on others. It turned out that she was not secretly looking down on Yuan's only son and thought that he was a puppet who could be manipulated at will, but was simply not thinking clearly.

The black-haired female official had already arrived at this time.

She is not wearing a veil now, standing with a sword in hand, wearing a black skirt, red robe and green ribbon, looking very imposing.

Under the light, her black hair showed a strange grayish white, transparent and bright. Her antlers and waist were wrapped with red silk and jade pendants. She was wearing ordinary clothes before, but this time she wore jade pendants and official seals. She held a heavy sword in her hand, and she looked like two different people with the white veil on her face.