After traveling through time, the four best friends were all targeted by the boss

He was so unwilling to accept that his future with his sister was gone just like that!

Nan Fengjun roared, raised his sword and stabbed at Xiahou Yu again.

Xiahou Yu smiled contemptuously, he dodged sideways easily and kicked him in the chest. Nanfeng Jun kept backing away, and sparks flew from the friction of his sword on the ground.

Xiahou Yu raised his hand, spun the sword in his hand, and pointed it at Nanfeng Jun almost mercilessly.

"Ajun!" Nanfengyu screamed and rushed forward to stand in front of him.

With a plop, Nanfeng Yu lowered his eyes to look at the wound on his shoulder. Before he could say anything to Nanfeng Jun, he fell down.

"Sister!" Nan Fengjun dropped his sword, rushed forward and hugged her, tears instantly covering his face.

"Sister! Sister!" He collapsed and screamed, blood and tears mixed together.

Nan Fengyu barely kept her eyelids open. The crying person in front of her became increasingly blurred in her sight. She raised her hand and tried to wipe away his tears.

Nan Fengjun looked at her bleeding skull, bit his lip, kowtowed to the others, and kept saying, "Please save my sister. I'm willing to do anything as long as she survives!"

Xia Nian stepped forward and said, "Where is old lady Han? If you tell us, she can live longer."

Nan Fengjun shook his head. Blood kept flowing from his forehead and he looked like a ghost in the night.

"I don't know. We received a letter at night. They must have escaped! They asked me to do those things. It has nothing to do with my sister. Please let her go..."

After he finished speaking, he kowtowed to the ground several times.

Xiahou Yu put away his sword and waved his hand. Someone came up from outside and took Nanfeng Yu away. Nanfeng Jun hurried forward to chase him, but his legs became weak because he had been kneeling for too long and he fell to the ground.

"Don't worry, now is not the time to kill you." Yi Qing said.

Nan Fengjun looked at the people around him, his eyes blurred. He muttered the word "sister" in his mouth, closed his eyes and fainted.

After Nan Fengjun and Nan Yi were taken away, several people went to the lobby for a meeting.

"So, they received Mr. Han's letter and realized that something was wrong and wanted to attack us." Meng Yin frowned and said, "But Mr. Han ran away again. Before he ran away, he even reminded them. Is he a nice person?"

Xia Nian said: "Anyway, things are pretty much as we expected."

Meng Yin nodded: "Then are Mr. Han and the others going to chase them?"

Gu Ling said: "Let's wait until we have interrogated them and know what he looks like."

"Okay." Meng Yin leaned on his arm and blinked dazedly.

"Ayin, are you sleepy?" He asked, stroking her cheek with his big hand.

Meng Yin smiled. The calluses on his hands made her itchy.

"Not sleepy, not sleepy."

Just as he finished speaking, Xiahou Yu's men came in from outside and said, "Master Xiahou, Nan Yi confessed before we even tried him."

Xiahou Yu waved his hand, motioning him to continue.

"According to his description, we drew a portrait of Mr. Han." The man in black took out a piece of paper and handed it to Xiahou Yu. "He also said that those plans were made by Mr. Han, and he was just following orders. Usually, Mr. Han only talked with Nanfeng Jun and Nanfeng Yu."

He paused, and then continued, "He also said... Nan Fengjun and the others listened to what Mr. Han said, as if they were possessed, and believed it without a doubt."

"Believe it without a doubt..." Xia Nian chewed on these four words, and she vaguely felt that something was wrong.

"Okay, go down." Xiahou Yu looked at the portrait of Old Han. From the painting, Old Han was a middle-aged man in his forties.

Meng Yin glanced at him and immediately said, "That's not right. Didn't Pan Guang say he was an old man last time?"

Gu Ling took over the conversation: "Maybe he changed his appearance."

"Tsk, that's troublesome. How do I catch it?" Meng Yin irritably fiddled with the braid in front of her with her fingers.

Gu Ling grabbed her wrist and said, "Don't worry, he will reveal his true colors eventually."

Meng Yin nodded. It seemed that Old Han was the boss now. As long as they caught him, the chances of the group splitting up would be almost zero.

Xu Zheng asked: "What are you going to do with the three people from Nanmenjian?"

"With all the evidence, they have no choice but to die." Pei Xuanxi said, "If they don't die and the Nanmen Sword is not destroyed, the people in the martial arts world will not know the consequences."

He said this harsh word gently, with an invisible sense of oppression. Xu Zheng gave him a thumbs up, and Pei Xuanxi reached out and scratched her nose lovingly.

The few people had no objection to his words. That's right, they designed to make the people of Nanmenjian think that there was hope for peace talks, but in fact they kept them here to hear with their own ears that Nanmenjian was destroyed.

If they had no intention of doing anything bad behind the scenes, how could Mr. Han succeed?

This is telling those who are eyeing them covetously from behind that they will show no mercy and if anything happens, there are only four words to describe it - kill them all.

The next night——

There were corpses and bloody bones on Nanmen Mountain.

Ah Shuo held the sword in his hand, his face still stained with blood. He looked at the corpse on the ground and wiped the sweat from his face with an unsatisfied look.

"Lord A Shuo, the letter has been sent back." A man in black quickly ran up to him and bowed.

"Okay." He waved his hand, motioning him to go down.

A Shuo turned around and went to find Lu Yun and A Yan who were counting the number of people outside.

"How's it going?" he asked.

Lu Yun nodded and said, "Except for those who resist, the rest are all here."

They arrived here in the afternoon and attacked at night. With the help of drugs, bombs and hidden weapons from the four major sects, the people of Nanmen Sword were no match at all.

Although it was a massacre of the entire family, not all of them were killed. Except for those who resisted, those who surrendered were kept and taken back to be exiled to the frontier.

On the way back, Xiao Xian was the only one among the four who looked unhappy.

He heard gossip on the road that Xiahou Jing's husband Qin Yang had passed away.

I guess Xiahou Yu will receive the news tomorrow. He will definitely go back to Qinglong City. What will Xia Nian do then? Xiao Xian thought.

At the same time, in Lianyun City——

After Qin Hanlin learned the news of Qin Yang's death, he sat on a chair in the lobby for a long time.

She had her hands folded on her legs, her plain face without any makeup, she was wearing only a white cotton and linen dress, and a piece of white linen cloth on her head.

After receiving the news from Qinglong City, she cried like crazy, washed off her makeup without caring about her image, and almost fainted several times.

She thought of her second uncle's appearance when he was young. The corners of his eyes were always red and he was often worried, but he always smiled in front of her and would secretly bring her delicious cakes.

When Xiahou Jing used both soft and hard tactics to get her to live in Xiahou Mansion, the only reason that made her hold back her tears was the presence of her second uncle.

She was still young at that time. Her second uncle picked her up, let her sit on his shoulders, took her to the temple fair, and taught her to write.

She envied the daughters of military generals who could learn horse riding and archery, so her second uncle secretly taught her. Unfortunately, her second uncle was not good at horse riding and archery, so she did not learn it.

She once told Xiahou Jing that she missed home. Xiahou Jing comforted her on the surface, but the next day she brought her the news that her parents were dismissed from their jobs and left Qinglong City.

Qin Hanlin, who was only twelve years old, went to Qin Yang crying. She had grown up, and her second uncle kept a distance from her. He just reached out to pat her back, bought her favorite cakes, and finally coaxed her to sleep.

When she got up at night, she heard her second uncle and Xiahou Jing arguing. It was the first time she heard them arguing. She also vaguely heard her own name.

Second uncle quarreled with Xiahou Jing for her, and she realized that Xiahou Jing was not what she saw.

Even her coming-of-age ceremony was organized by her second uncle. The ceremony was grand and gave her enough face as a noble lady.

But now, she can no longer see her second uncle, he is dead. She knows that her second uncle died because of Xia Houjing. For more than ten years, he was seriously ill, but she did nothing about it, and what she did was outrageous.

My second uncle died at her hands.