I am favored by the tyrant, so what if I am vicious?

The sharp hairpin pierced Zhao Yan's flesh.

He couldn't help but hiss in pain.

He raised his foot and fiercely kicked Zhou Lingge: "You are looking for death..."

Zhou Lingge dodged nimbly, but she accidentally tripped and fell to the ground.

When Han Mubai saw this scene, his eyes were filled with rage, and he rushed towards Zhao Yan again with his sword in hand.

"I told you not to hurt her, but you refused to listen... Zhao Yan, I won't let you go."

"Today, it's either you die or I die. If you're a man, challenge me to a duel... If you want to hurt Ge'er, you'll have to step over my dead body first."

With a "swish", the sword cut through Zhao Yan's arm.

He was attacked from both sides at once.

He quickly took a few steps back and covered his arm with the blood flowing out.

The knife cut so deep that it almost exposed the bone.

He looked at Han Mubai angrily and shouted, "Han Mubai, you lunatic..."

"We are in the same group. Are you sure you want to kill me? If I die, you won't be able to escape. You worked with me to kidnap Zhou Lingge, and Qin Feiling won't let you go..."

"Are you really going to sacrifice your life for a woman like this? How can you be so stupid? Listen to me, kill her right now. As long as she's dead, no one will know what we've done."

"Han Mubai, you are not helping me, but helping yourself to escape..."

Han Mubai stepped forward and hit Zhao Yan hard in the face.

"Zhao Yan, do you know? In my heart, her life is more important than mine. Do you think I would hurt her to save my own life?"

"My only wish in this life is to be with her. But... I know that this wish of mine will never come true."

Zhao Yan was beaten and staggered to the ground.

He didn't expect Han Mubai's skills to be so good.

He could hardly resist his furious attack.

Fortunately, not long after, his men rushed over and surrounded Han Mubai.

Han Mubai took a few steps back and helped Zhou Lingge up.

When Zhou Lingge fell, she accidentally scraped her elbow a little, and some blood was seeping out.

When she stood up, she touched the wound and couldn't help but gasp.

Han Mubai's eyes were filled with guilt as he glanced at the broken wounds: "Ge'er..."

"I'm sorry. It was all my stupidity that put you in danger. I lost my mind for a moment..."

Zhou Lingge chuckled, his eyes full of coldness.

"It's too late to say anything now."

"Han Mubai...you really disappoint me. You took the wrong path after all...I will never forgive you."

Her words were like a knife, piercing Han Mubai's heart.

His face turned pale, and his eyes became dull and dark.

"Ge'er, I'm sorry, I was wrong!"

Zhao Yan raised his finger and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

His eyes were filled with anger. "Don't talk about forgiveness or not. Neither of you can leave alive today."

"Han Mubai, since you want to die... then I will grant your wish."

"Come here. Tie them up... I will skin them myself. Chop their bodies into pulp. Feed them to the wild beasts in the mountains, and let them die without a burial place..."

The soldier responded and immediately wanted to attack Zhou Lingge.

Han Mubai held the sword in his hand and blocked her way: "If you want to touch her, you'll have to step over my dead body first."

Zhao Yan's eyes were full of murderous intent, and he immediately issued a death order.

"Since you want to die, then I will make it happen for you."

"kill him……"

He waved his hand, and the next moment well-armed soldiers rushed towards Han Mubai.

The two sides immediately started fighting.

But Zhao Yan's side had a large number of soldiers, and Han Mubai gradually became exhausted.

He was soon at a disadvantage and was seriously injured.

Zhao Yan's eyes were full of pride. He looked at those soldiers with superb martial arts skills, and his eyes were full of ambition.

With such an invincible team, does his Zhao family still need to live in misery under the nose of the dog emperor?

The territory of the Great Jin was protected by the Zhao family.

Without the Zhao family, could Qin Feiling sit on the throne so securely?

Unfortunately, Qin Feiling did not see the importance of his Zhao family and killed his sister for a woman.

His sister liked Qin Feiling so much, but Qin Feiling didn't see it at all. Not only did she not love him, but she also killed her sister because of it. How could they not hate her?

My father said so.

It's time for someone else to take over the throne of the Great Jin Dynasty.

Qin Feiling, a tyrant who was obsessed with women, is not worthy of being the monarch of the world.

He first killed Zhou Lingge, and then used Zhou Lingge... to take Qin Feiling's life.

In this world...his Zhao family also has a chance to compete!

Han Mubai fell to the ground injured and his hands and feet were immediately controlled.

His eyes were filled with regret and guilt, and he looked at Zhou Lingge: "Ge'er, it's me who hurt you!"

Zhou Lingge's expression was gloomy. She pursed her lips and did not respond to Han Mubai.

She simply set her sights on those soldiers with extraordinary skills.

They were wearing armor and carrying scimitars, like regular soldiers.

But if you observe carefully, you will gradually find some clues.

Zhou Lingge narrowed his eyes slightly: "Zhao Yan... these people shouldn't be the soldiers you brought back from the border, right?"

"You can leave the border alone, but bringing so many people back to Beijing is impossible so quietly..."

Zhao Yan's heart trembled slightly. He frowned and looked at Zhou Lingge: "What do you want to say?"

Zhou Lingge's voice was tinged with coldness.

She stared into Zhao Yan's eyes and said word by word, "These people are your private soldiers, right?"

Zhao Yan's expression suddenly changed.

He subconsciously denied: "I don't understand what you are saying."

"What private soldier? Are you crazy? How can you come up with such a ridiculous guess?"

Zhou Lingge looked at his overreaction, which was mixed with some nervousness, and she gradually confirmed her guess.

Her face suddenly darkened. "Zhao Yan is truly bold, secretly training his own soldiers! Judging by their abilities, they must have cost a tremendous amount of money and effort to cultivate..."

Zhao Yan stepped forward and grabbed Zhou Lingge's neck.

"If you say one more word, I'll strangle you to death..."

Zhou Lingge was not afraid at all. Her eyes were filled with coldness and indifference: "Zhao Yan, you are feeling guilty."

"It seems my guess was correct... You really did secretly train your own private army without telling the court... No, perhaps, this isn't something you could have done alone. Zhao Yan, were your father and eldest brother also involved?"