Yan Fei

In the capital city, the watchman had just breathed out his breath and walked through the quiet street, and in the cold courtyard under the moonlight, there was no light on anywhere.In the entire Panyuan City, only the concubine in the palace was waiting for the emperor's fortune, leaning on the door and staring at the autumn water, while the emperor was worrying about Chilupan and his daughter's seemingly unreasonable demands in the Palace of Qinzheng.

A man was wearing a black robe and black clothes, walking on the streets of Panyuan, with a few strands of silver-white hair floating out from under the brim of his hat.

His footsteps were light, and he landed on another street in a blink of an eye.

On one side of this street is the red palace wall.Behind the palace wall, a group of imperial guards yawned and walked lazily, chatting in low voices as they walked, why the woman in that family was beautiful, and which little palace maid the guards in the palace had their eyes on.

However, this man was not afraid at all, and he didn't seem to care about the patrolling guards.

After a few steps, he stopped suddenly and looked sideways behind him.

"Hiding for what?" Yan Zi chuckled lightly, "I've seen you a long time ago."

A man in a black robe was squatting on the roof, with a veiled cap on his head and a long sword hanging from his waist.Seeing that he found himself, he spat, jumped off the roof, walked in front of him, and pointed his sword at his neck.

"Who are you."

"What do you ask this for?"

"Didn't you just rest in the house in the middle of the night, and go to the palace wall to die?"

Yan Zi smiled: "I don't know...when did Bixiewu take care of the Imperial Forest Army's jobs?"

Looking at his clothes, there was a big golden bird embroidered on the black clothes, but it was not quite the same as the big birds under the firelight in his memory, but it should be that the people from Witch Ward didn't run away.

The man didn't answer him, he raised his sword and drew it straight to the point where he was in a lazy posture, without any mercy.

Yan Zi dodged sideways, raised her eyebrows pretending to be surprised, and said, "You're not going to press me?"

"I asked you what you were doing," he replied, and after being dodged by Yan Zi, he didn't stop for a moment, and immediately drew his sword again, "You won't answer me after asking, but you still have to see something. Why don't I just chop you up."

"Okay then, I have a question for you." Yan Zi pulled out Luoyan, and slapped his sharp sword away with one blow, "Do you remember Kananhou?"

The man was actually taken back a few steps by Yan Zi's seemingly random fan, and hurriedly put his sword on the ground to prevent himself from retreating further: "A traitor, no one dared to mention it for many years, it seems You don't want to die."

"Fate?" Yan Zi's eyes froze, a cold light flashed on the fan, and a milky white blade flew out, slashing deeply on the man's arm, and before he could react, the blood was already profuse.

Yan Zifei kicked him on the heart again, and thousands of cold silk flew out with a "ding" sound, blooming behind him like flowers, tightly bound the man's legs and feet, and pulled him to the ground. on the ground.

He immediately spat out a mouthful of blood, the bones in his chest probably shattered, and his strength was almost exhausted.

"You guys are good at disregarding human lives. I haven't boasted a few words yet, but you are starting to brag about yourself?" Just now, the hood on Yan Zi's head has been blown off, revealing a moon-like silver hair hanging down on him. Turning his face, "It's really shameless."

The man tilted his head and saw his silver hair, but there was a look of joy on his face.He shouted: "You, Yazi! Stop it!"

Seeing his reaction like this, Yan Zi was stunned.

He hesitated: "You are..."

"My fellow man! Stop!" The man shouted while struggling, with blood flying from his mouth, "You want to kill Bixie Wuqing, right! You're not diligent enough, so you can't get the antidote! I have it! Share some with you! It will be more convenient for you and me to work together!"

Yan Zi backed away in disgust, and narrowed his eyes.

Hehe, it's really fucking crooked, one beats two.

Yan Zi bent down, snatched the sword from his bound hand, looked at it carefully and laughed in a low voice, the laughter became louder and louder, until it reached a creepy level, if the people in Beijing I heard it, maybe I can make up some horror rumors about the god laughing at the emperor in the middle of the night, and the tengu who can't eat the moon and howls begging for children.

"You are really powerful." Yan Zi held a sword, unsteady on his feet, and walked towards him as if drunk, "Why did I happen to meet someone who is the enemy of both of us?"

The man's expression suddenly distorted, and he shouted in horror: "You are the son of that man who stands in the way!"

Yan Zi seemed to be extremely sad, but also seemed to be extremely happy, he hummed a few times, and unexpectedly stabbed the sword in his heart, blood spattered immediately.

This time, if he left the sword where it was, maybe he could still survive.But after Yan Zi stabbed him in, he turned left and right, pulled him up again, and stabbed him several times in succession, while doing so, he murmured expressionlessly: "It seems that Bixiewu's house is not clean, really. Two blind men took this seat."

He looks like a madman, extremely mad, but his eyes are clear, as if Yama came to the world.

He stabbed like this blindly, the man's chest was already covered in blood and flesh, and the black scarf on his face was blown away by the wind, revealing a bloodless and panicked face, which became even paler under the moonlight.

Yan Zi looked at him for a while, then heaved a sigh of relief, all the energy in his body seemed to follow the air flow, and his shoulders immediately collapsed.

But he didn't let go of the sword, but immediately turned around and raised the sword, his eyebrows and eyes were so fierce that his whole body arched up, like a cat with its hair blown and injured, even if it was about to be unable to move He still does not give up using sharp claws to intimidate enemies who threaten his life.

There was a person standing in the shadow behind him, and the light of the dark pattern of crow blue flowed on the pitch-black robe.He stood there with his hands behind his back, glanced at the corpse on the ground, and then raised his eyes to Yan Zi, with the aura of a superior.

Yan Zi gritted his teeth, the flesh of his gums almost bleeding out from his bite.

He shouted fiercely: "Xu! Zhi! Ming!"