Subject to the emperor

Wu Yiye dressed as a boy in night clothes, and Hanfeng and Hanqing carefully jumped over the wall into the backyard of the prime minister's mansion. They knew that there must be an ambush in the dark, and they did this just to prevent being plotted against.

According to Guimeilou's investigation, most of the people in Erhun died there during the fall, and now the only ones left in Xiangfu are the killers trained by Nangong Siquan himself, which is not enough for Wu Yiye to fear.

Following Han Qing's guidance, Wu Yiye came to the yard where Feng Haoye and the others were trapped. Twelve wooden stakes were placed in different directions, and in the middle was a bare plum tree with a dark red trunk, apparently poisoned by someone.

The plum blossom formation is a very simple one among all the formations. The person who set up the formation never thought that someone would understand the formation to be so careless.

"Can the 'Princess Lord' formation be broken?"

Wu Yiye nodded to Han Feng, Han Feng and Han Qing immediately felt relieved, there were not only their masters but also their brothers who were born and died, killers and dark guards were cold-blooded existences, but their masters were actually It's normal for subordinates to subtly influence people who value affection.

The plum blossom formation only needs to use plum trees as the formation eyes to slightly change the movement of the life energy here, and the twelve wooden stakes are just doing the role of pulling the vitality to circulate. As long as the vitality is restored, the plum blossom formation will be broken !

Nangong Siquan, who had been observing the courtyard, frowned slightly when he saw that the person who came was not Feng Haoxuan but a thin man. Seeing that Han Qing and Han Feng seemed to be following the man's instructions, doubts arose in his heart.

Feng Haoxuan's subordinates, he thought he already knew ten percent of them, but he didn't expect that Feng Haoxuan had such a number one person in his hands that he didn't know, and Han Po was relieved to entrust him with him. Really careless!

Seeing Wu walking towards the stake overnight, Nangong Siquan was even more puzzled, is he going to break the formation?He can also form spells?

Thinking of this, Nangong Siquan didn't dare to take it lightly, raised his hand, and dozens of people appeared from all directions to kill Wu Yiye!

Wu Yiye was shocked and stopped the movement of his hands. Breaking the formation must follow the law of life and death. A little carelessness will kill the trapped person. When breaking the formation, no one should disturb him. In this way, he can only go through a fierce battle first. up!

Both Hanfeng and Hanqing's skills are not low, and they can be compared to five, but they can only be in a stalemate, and it is difficult to break through.The rest of the people all danced around for a whole night, although it was fine, but being held back by the wheel-like attack was not an option after all!

Fortunately, those killers probably also knew that there was a formation on the side, so they didn't dare to approach, otherwise, if they accidentally disrupted the formation, Feng Haoye's life and death would be unpredictable!

However, fighting for such a long time is not a solution after all. Wu Yiye was thinking of a way to break out of the siege while coping with the siege.

And Nangong Siquan looked at the scene with satisfaction, what he wanted was delay, as long as Feng Haoye was not rescued by the people he sent, he was not afraid that Feng Haoxuan would not come.

There was a fierce fight in the yard, and another bloody battle was taking place in the red room in the most secluded part of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Nan Gongyu lay dying on the soft couch, his body was covered with bruises and scrapes.Xue Chi's face was expressionless, and he looked at the person below him coldly, mechanically pulling out and pushing in his body, again and again.

The original pink flowers have long been ruined, the bright red blood has dried up, and more fresh ones flow out from the torn wounds.Pieces of withered red plums were stained on Nangongyu's abdomen, legs, and soft couch.The thrilling scene even gave birth to sympathy for a ruthless killer.

But he can't stop, this is the master's order, before his master gives the order, he will continue to do this, even if the people under him die, he must continue!

He can't be merciful, he wants to be ruthless, and wants to turn the people under him into works that the master is satisfied with.The master will be happy only if the people under him are dyed red.Only when his master is happy can he live.He is not afraid of death, but he is afraid of that inhuman torture.Only after seeing what is truly life worse than death can one understand what a luxury death is!

"Tsk tsk Xuechi, you really won my heart, look, how great you are!" Mr. Huang entered the room clapping his hands, and looked at Nan Gongyu who had fainted with satisfaction.

"Subordinates do things for the master, and dare not do their best!"

"Well! Take him down to wash."

"Yes!"

Xue Chi picked up Nan Gongyu who was covered in blood and retreated. The moment he entered the bathroom, he knew that the water had been salted, how could his master make the plaything feel better, even if he woke him up, it was such a cruel method.

Xue Chi made his own decision for the first time, avoiding the wound on Nangong Yu's body with a clean cloth and wiping the blood and mixed mucus bit by bit.

Perhaps the wound still touched water, and Nan Gongyu woke up halfway because of the stimulation of pain, but the hatred in his weak eyes was so strong, it seemed that there were knives shooting at Xuezhi.

It's good to wake up so as not to arouse his master's suspicion. Although he has sympathy, this sympathy is still based on not putting himself in danger.Holding the cleaned Nangong Yu in his arms, Xue Chi returned to Mr. Huang's room, which had already been cleaned up.

"Give this to him, and you can go down!"

"Yes!"

The pill with a faint peach blossom fragrance was easily swallowed. Now Nangong Yu is just a broken body with a weak soul. If he could die, he would rather not resist.

The two sides in the plum garden were still at a stalemate, and Han Feng and Han Qing's physical strength had already shown signs of fatigue, which undoubtedly made Wu Yiye more restrained.

While defending, he slowly approached the plum blossom formation. Every shot was carefully calculated, so that no one would carelessly break into the plum blossom formation.

I saw him jumping up and kicking the three people close to him. He landed on a wooden stake that stood upright. With a little tiptoe, his body flew up again, and the wooden stake fell to the south at the same time.

Seeing this scene, Nangong Siquan grinned, Feng Haoye died at the hands of Feng Haoxuan's subordinates, he didn't know how Feng Haoxuan would feel, he was looking forward to it.

Next, every time Wu Yiye made a small breakout, he would inadvertently land on a wooden stake. Gradually, Nangong Siquan noticed something was wrong, and Wu Yiye's actions seemed a bit too deliberate.

There is still one last step left, as long as the last erected wooden stake is lowered in the east-west direction, the Plum Blossom Formation will be broken. Wu Yiye dared not be careless and led the men in black who surrounded him to slowly approach the wooden stake. .

He flew up and turned over and was about to land on the wooden stake. Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of him, and it was Nangong Siquan!

The punch was as fast as lightning, and it slammed into Wu Yiye's abdomen. I felt that all the internal organs were twisted together, and the dull pain hit violently. Blood gushed out from the mouth, staining the black veil covering the face red!

The long fight consumed too much of his physical strength, and finally received a fierce blow from Nangong Siquan, Wu Yiye's body fell backward like a fallen leaf.

No landing sound, no new pain.Wu Yiye opened his eyes tiredly, and what he saw was a pure white mask, but the familiar aura told him that he was the one who came.

In an instant, Nangong Siquan, who had no time to dodge, was kicked away.It was the first time for Wu Yiye to feel a heavy hostility from this man he was obsessed with. Why was he angry, and why did he have such a strong killing intent?Is Feng Haoxuan doing it for him?

"Crack!"

The plum blossom tree as the eye of the formation shattered in an instant, and the twelve wooden stakes were reduced to ashes. Feng Haoye, who was trapped in it, appeared at the same time, quickly returned to Feng Haoxuan, and spread out in a fan shape to protect Feng Haoxuan, and his arms. Dance the night away.

Nangong Siquan looked at Feng Haoye who walked out of the plum blossom formation in disbelief, then turned to Wu Yiye, and finally to Feng Haoxuan, did he underestimate Feng Haoxuan and the people around him!

The corners of the mouths of both of them curved secretly.

He lived up to his trust!

"She" lived up to his trust! .