Locked: God is the matchmaker, neither you nor I can escape

"Ding Ding Ding-"

The arrows seemed to hit something and fell down one by one.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see clearly that the arrows suddenly hit a transparent wall when they were still one meter away from the man and fell down one after another.

Under the moonlight, the figure in the air stood still, his white cloak fluttering in the wind, but the man was not hurt at all, and the arrows couldn't even reach his clothes.

"hiss--"

Is he a human or a ghost?

Old Master Meng was stunned and it took him a while to recover.

Regardless of whether he was from overseas or not, with his skills, the ordinary guards seconded from other mansions were no match for him at all!

No wonder he dared to appear in the Meng Mansion alone and openly. With such skills, there would not be many masters in the whole capital who could match him.

Even the secret guards around the emperor may not be his match.

Being inexplicably targeted by such a master, when Mr. Meng thought that it was because of that evil girl who provoked him, he was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood, and he deeply regretted his excessive pampering of her for so many years.

Mr. Meng was struggling and hesitating between confronting the other party head-on or giving in.

If he surrenders today, those guards on loan will definitely pass the news back to their master. At the same time, it will be difficult for him to silence so many people. By then, what happened tonight will spread throughout the capital. Where will he put his old face?

Moreover, he would not necessarily lose in a head-on confrontation. There were more than a hundred guards and yamen runners in total. The idea of ​​one man fighting against a hundred was something he had only heard from storytellers. The martial arts masters in the world could only fight against dozens of people at most.

I will exhaust him to death even if it takes a lot of effort.

Although he did not know martial arts, he knew that the abilities of those masters were limited. As long as his internal energy was exhausted, he would have no choice but to surrender.

After thinking it over again and again, Mr. Meng held his breath and didn't want anyone to laugh at him.

"Archers, go ahead, shoot!"

"Shhhhh-"

"Ding Ding Ding-"

"continue!"

"Shhhhh-"

"Ding Ding Ding-"

After wave after wave of arrow attacks and repeated failures, Mr. Meng's face became darker and darker. Xin Ye's mouth corners rose little by little, and he looked down at the helpless and furious Mr. Meng as if he was looking at a clown.

While Xin Ye attracted everyone's attention, the invisible Yan Yiyi had already begun to take action and plundered the Meng family's assets.

"Ahhh!"

"Ghost!"

There were screams of fear from the women in the backyard. Old Master Meng glanced at Xin Ye and an idea suddenly occurred to him. He had a bad guess: Could it be that he had accomplices?

Yes, if he didn't have any accomplices, how could he move the property away by himself without anyone noticing?

Oops, how could he overlook such an important thing!

Mr. Meng quickly asked the butler beside him to go to the backyard to see what was going on. The butler took the order and ran away.

Xin Ye looked at the butler running away, and curled the corners of his mouth: Do you want to add more fuel to the fire?

Relying on the advantage of being high up and able to see far, Xin Ye saw a group of people rushing out from the backyard, and his eyes fell on the butler's back.

No one saw clearly how he took out the slingshot, and by the time they reacted, his slingshot had already been fired.

--"puff!"

Right in the vest!

The butler fell flat on his face and lay on the ground for a long time before he recovered his breath. He felt as if he had been punched in the back by someone, and the piercing pain made him feel painful even when breathing.