Comprehensive film and television: The Queen of Rolls Opens the Roll Again

Zhang Xueming finally put down her hands that were folded in front of her abdomen.

Gong Yuanzheng's martial arts skills are average, but he has Jin Fan by his side.

I think no matter who Jin Fan's personal bodyguard is, he would not dare to watch the Palace Master of Zheng Palace in danger without helping.

Gong Ziyu's martial arts...

Well, he is a martial artist after all, and with her around, there is no need for him to take action.

Although this boy was dark-hearted enough to let her stay in the poisonous smoke for so long, he pretended to have just remembered and came to offer medicine and care for her, and he also deliberately acted like he had a close relationship with her in front of Gong Yuanzheng, who was close to Gong Shangjiao.

The idea of ​​creating conflicts between her and Gong Shangjiao is exactly the same as that of the young master from their Yu Palace.

But since she had not excluded Gong Ziyu and his personal bodyguard Jin Fan from the scope of drug testing, and would also drag his brother Gong Huanyu in later, what was the big deal in helping him block a bladeless assassin now?

After helping her, she felt more at ease.

Zhang Xueming raised his right hand and with a flick of his sleeve, he was able to send Cheng Angyun, who was rushing towards him, flying away.

In the past, she could shatter all the bones of a Wufengchi-level assassin with only 20% of her internal energy, but this time she only used 10%?

She could also take this opportunity to see how effective her new medicine is on the injured and poisonous assassin.

Zhang Xueming thought casually.

Just as she was about to take action, Gong Ziyu suddenly stepped forward from her left side, blocked her behind him, and stretched out his right hand to protect her.

"Ah?" The knowledgeable genius of the Zhang family was stunned and could not help but utter a single syllable full of doubt.

When danger comes, the person clinging to the thigh thinks that the danger is not coming fast enough, and suddenly has an idea to put the thigh behind him and face the danger himself.

Are you afraid that your big brother will win too easily and will hold you back?

No, Gong Ziyu is sick, right? !

Cheng Angyun didn't expect it to be so smooth. The target took the initiative to eliminate the interference and stood in front of her.

What are you waiting for?

Cheng Angyun, the third daughter of the Cheng family, a wealthy businessman in Yuanjiang City, threw herself into Gong Ziyu's arms without hesitation, grabbed his left forearm with her right hand, pressed her left hand on his chest, and was about to fall over.

Gong Ziyu reflexively withdrew his right hand that was protecting Zhang Xueming, and held Cheng Angyun to prevent her from really getting close to him.

Before Gong Ziyu could decide whether to push Cheng Angyun out, Cheng Angyun suddenly put away the frightened look on her face, grasped Gong Ziyu's left forearm with one hand, grabbed his collar with the other hand, and suddenly stepped back.

The force followed the person and pulled Gong Ziyu so hard that he staggered forward.

Taking advantage of his unstable footing, Cheng Angyun clamped his left hand, spun lightly, avoided Gong Ziyu's right hand which was trying to grab something to help him stand steady, and moved behind him in a blink of an eye, twisting his left hand behind his back.

Without giving Gong Ziyu a chance to turn around, Cheng Angyun grabbed Gong Ziyu's cloak with her right hand and pulled it hard to the right rear, forcing Gong Ziyu to step back slightly to the right rear, raise her head, and obediently put her neck under her hand.

A thin and slender hand of a woman, whose beauty was ruined by purple and black bruises, with five fingers spread out, hooked like eagle claws, firmly clasped on Gong Ziyu's throat. The nail polish on her pointed nails was dark as blood.

The other hand was hidden behind Gong Ziyu's back. On the surface, one could only see Cheng Angyun's left arm wrapped around his left arm, so intimate and charming. No one could see that the pulse point on his left hand had been pressed, and he was completely powerless to resist.

Cheng Angyun was quick and alert. After a successful strike, she immediately forced Gong Ziyu to retreat in coordination with her: "Be quiet, or I'll kill you if you dare to struggle."

She was on guard against Jin Fan coming to rescue people, and also tried to stay away from Zhang Xueming, whose identity was unknown in her eyes.

However, after taking three steps back, Cheng Angyun was shocked to find:

Gong Yuanzheng, who was attacked at the same time as Gong Ziyu, was standing in front of her and Gong Ziyu to the right with his arms folded, unharmed. The two were no more than twenty meters apart.

The eyes and brows of the young boy, who had not yet reached adulthood, revealed a hint of world-weariness, gloom and coldness, but because he sneered, he deliberately raised the corners of his mouth, squeezing his cheeks slightly, making the baby fat that had not yet faded become obvious, and his chubby face showed some childishness that made people laugh.

He said sarcastically, "Brother Ziyu, congratulations on your successful setup. The bug is in the net."

A hundred meters away, Jin Fan, who had been tricked by Gong Yuanzheng, gritted his teeth and waved his sword, fighting fiercely with Yun Weishan, who was agile and used a golden hairpin as a sword.

And Zhang Xueming, who was supposed to stand in front of her and Gong Ziyu on the left, the bride-to-be who always wore a red veil and had etiquette ingrained in her bones, but whose every move exuded a strong sense of oppression and eerie weirdness, a feeling that people dared not look directly at or explore, has disappeared!

Cheng Angyun's heart skipped a beat, and she suddenly had a bad feeling, but she didn't dare to look around, lest Gong Yuanzheng take the opportunity to rescue people.

She subconsciously glanced at the person she was protecting this time, the dodder-like girl with no sword, a charm-level assassin also under the name of Jackdaw Qi, and the second daughter of Shangguan Qian, a medical family in Dafu City.

Shangguan Qian was looking at her, covering his mouth with his hands, his eyes wide open, with a look of horror on his face.

Cheng Anyun was panicking because she didn't get any hint, but she was in a dilemma and could only bite the bullet and stand still with Gong Yuanzheng, whose eyes were getting brighter and his smile was getting more and more creepy for some reason. She could only stammer out the threats she had prepared in advance: "Antidote! Bring him the antidote!"

Before she could finish her words, she felt a chill on the back of her neck and completely lost consciousness.

Let alone resisting, she didn't even know what was happening.

Cheng Angyun didn't know that Gong Yuanzheng and Shangguan Qian witnessed the spine-chilling scene:

Just as Cheng Angyun turned around and went behind Gong Ziyu, Zhang Xueming took a step to the right front nonchalantly.

It seemed like an ordinary step, but it actually had the effect of teleportation.

This seemed like a miracle to Gong Yuanzheng, but like a ghost to Shangguan Qian.

Even though neither of them blinked, it was still impossible to understand what happened at that moment.

In the previous second, Zhang Xue Mingren was still in the same place, and in the next second, he was already five or six meters away.

Gong Ziyu put his throat under Cheng Angyun's hands, but Cheng Angyun also put the back of his neck in front of Zhang Xueming at the same time.

Gong Yuanzheng and Shangguan Qian watched with their own eyes as Cheng Angyun unconsciously clamped Gong Ziyu down and forced her to retreat. Zhang Xueming was like a ghost behind her, retreating silently as she did.

After Cheng Angyun stood still, Zhang Xueming slowly raised his hand.

The wide sleeves of the bright red wedding dress with flame patterns embroidered in gold thread on the cuffs slid down, revealing the narrow sleeves of the bright red inner shirt and a hand that seemed to be carved out of white jade. The thumb and index finger were spread out, approaching the back of Cheng Angyun's neck and gently pinching it...

Cheng Angyun, who was still fierce and aggressive in the previous second, closed her eyes peacefully in the next second and slid down with her body relaxed.

If Zhang Xueming hadn't supported her, she would have fallen asleep on the floor.