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The war is about to break out, no matter how many verbal disputes, it is just to find an excuse, an excuse that seems to be justifiable and can cope with the use of fine brushwork.

Lin Han stared at Lu Ming for a moment, anxious in his heart, slowly lowered the tip of his sword, looked at the Nine Kings coldly, and said, "As long as I abolish my martial arts, you will let the Patriarch go!"

There was a playful smile on the corner of Jiu Wang's mouth, the torch in his hand was trembling, and he was almost about to touch Lu Ming, and he said jokingly: "Maybe, it depends on the mood of this king, if you are more refreshing, let Ben Wang is happy, maybe he will fulfill his promise, why don't you take a gamble."

Lu Ming widened his eyes when he heard the words, and shouted: "No, Jiu Wang, you are despicable!"

The palace wall is about ten meters high, and at such a distance, no one is sure to save Lu Ming without hurting him.

Lin Han took a deep look at Lu Ming, then slowly raised his palm, his eyes were red.

For many years, martial arts has always been his existence, but at this moment compared with Lu Ming, it seems insignificant.

As long as there is even the slightest chance of rescuing Lu Ming, he doesn't want to give up.

Seeing the determination in Lin Han's eyes, struggling desperately, Lu Ming couldn't help but yell at Lin Han: "Is your head flooded? I can believe his words. I'm your husband-in-law. I'm your husband. Husband, you have to listen to me, or you won’t be able to believe it or not. Stay right there, if you dare to make your own claims, I will never forgive you. "

Everyone was stunned for a while by Lu Mingzhuo's flying strokes.

Dangers arose several times a night, and Lu Ming couldn't help feeling aggrieved and bored. Now being tied to the city wall and becoming a bargaining chip in negotiations made him even more annoyed.

Smelling the pungent smell of grease on his body, he might be about to confess his fate today, so he can't go on with this breath.

So Lu Ming turned his head vigorously, his eyes were full of angry flames, and when he looked at it, he showed the posture of scolding the street in the past, let the elegance and style of any literati let it go to hell, and shouted loudly: "Nine Kings, you It is well known that you are an evildoer, committed trouble, and coveted the throne for many years. But no matter what you think, why do you make things difficult for me several times? Did I kill your whole family, or slept with your man, and dug your ancestral grave? The bad luck is caused by you, I tell you that if the master dies today, even a ghost will not let you go!"

Lu Ming's scolding is very carefree and hearty.

Although the Nine Kings have been conspiring to rebel, coveting the throne, and doing work that loses their heads, but after all, they are the children of the royal family, and the etiquette is strict when they come soon. Where have you seen this shrew swearing at the street? How to refute.

At this moment, Lin Han, who had been waiting for the right time, raised a black willow-leaf dart and went straight to the torch in the hands of the Nine Kings. He only heard a jingle, and hit the torch directly, knocking it to the ground.

At the same time as the dart was shot, Lin Han flew up and went straight to Lu Ming.

Jiu Wang was accidentally hit by a dart and hit the torch, but Ali, who was beside him, was also a master after all, so he reacted quickly.

Picking up the crossbow, he quickly raised his arm, pressed the mechanism, and the crossbow went straight to Lin Han and flew out.

Lu Ming's eyes were wide open at the moment, watching the arrow rushing towards Lin Han's heart, he shouted: "Be careful!"