【Execution】Order of Folding Flowers

Chapter 23】

On the official road leading to Tianquan, a resplendent and resplendent carriage slowly moved forward under the escort of several teams of armored soldiers.The person sitting in the car is the lord of a country, so the guards naturally dare not slack off, and always pay attention to the wind and grass around them.

"All cheer me up!"

The leader who rode at the forefront was Zhi Ming's lieutenant, who had been told by the king earlier that he knew in his heart that today's matter was of great importance, so he had to work hard.After being drank by him, many soldiers who were slackened by the rush became refreshed.

"Is this how the lord returned to heaven?"

A puzzled voice sounded in the team, and it turned out that it was a soldier talking to his friend.Seeing the deputy general's eyes chasing after him, both of them hastily bowed their heads and remained silent.

At this time, there was a "swish" sound at the dawn of the sky, and an arrow feather flew across in an instant, and shot straight into the carriage, everyone was shocked:

"Kings!"

"Hurry up and protect the king!"

The assassins ambushing all around poured out, and the carriage team was surrounded by a dense mass of darkness, and soon the two sides began to fight.

"Child Zhiming, today is your time to die!"

The leader raised his knife and pointed at the carriage for a while, but there was no movement.

what happened?

The assassin thought about it and was shocked: "Retreat! It's a plan to divert the tiger away from the mountain!"

"I'm afraid it's too late!"

Zhi Ming stood with his hands folded, and behind him were black-armored soldiers holding bows and arrows. The previously surrounded groups of soldiers joined forces with the black-armored soldiers to surround the dozens of assassins.

Seeing the leading assassin glaring at him, Zhi Ming raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "It's been a long time since I saw the national teacher, and the old master died early, so it's hard for you to run around for him like a bereaved dog."

Hearing the words, the assassin stopped pretending, and tore off his mask, revealing the face of the national teacher next to his former master Yuxuan.

"Heh... Does the Lord of Tianquan think that this is the only preparation I have?"

"I have already seen through your unspeakable scheme." Zhi Ming pulled out the Xing Ming Sword, and slowly approached the encirclement, "The mantis catching the cicada and the oriole are behind you, the national teacher, let's go on the road with peace of mind..."

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With a slip of his hand, the cup hit his feet, and the tea splashed all over the floor. Murong felt uneasy, and looked outside, but there was still a clear sky outside.Zhi Ming said he was out on errands, but he didn't come back for several hours.

"Son!"

A person ran in recklessly from outside, and it was Zhi Ming who left behind to take care of Mu Rongli, "Run! There is a thief—" Before he could finish speaking, an arrow shot from behind, and the boy lost his breath immediately , fell in front of Murongli.

Soon, a few big strangers rushed in, put several long knives on Murongli's neck, and said, "His Highness Murong, follow me for a while..."

"..." Murong Li pursed his lips and remained silent, his eyes scanned the crowd, and he saw a familiar figure in the crowd.

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"—Master Zhiming!"

With a soft shout, several people pushed Murongli out from the secret place, the red color pierced Zhiming's eyes: "Rong'er..."

Zhi Ming paused, and threw the national teacher in front of him with the horizontal sword in front of him, angrily said: "Let them let him go!"

"My death is insignificant, and it is a good deal to be buried with the queen who has the power of heaven!"

As the national teacher said, he laughed wildly, and was kicked to the ground by Zhiming angrily.

"The Lord Zhiming is reluctant, why not commit suicide?"

Zhi Ming frowned, clutching Xing Ming tightly in his right hand, wishing he could get to know this unsightly national teacher with a single stroke of his sword.

suicide?When he is a fool?If he put down his sword, he and Murongli would have to confess here...

"Tell me..." Zhi Ming gritted his teeth, "What conditions do you have?"

"Simple - as long as Tianquan withdraws from Xunsu, and hand over the traitor Yuxiao to me, Tianquan and Xunsu will never interfere with each other from now on." Guo Shishang was stepped on by Zhiming, but laughed wildly, " Lord Zhiming can think about it slowly, your queen and my subordinates will treat you well."

The scorching sun is in the sky, and the air is gradually filled with dry heat, which makes people restless.

The national teacher didn't have any expectations for what he mentioned, he just wanted to put Zhi Ming in a difficult position, but he didn't want him to agree without blinking:

"Okay!" Zhi Ming kicked him aside.

"Let them release the man, and this king will immediately draft an order to hand over the power of heaven to you!"

Murong Li was restrained at this time, but he could clearly hear their conversation from a little distance away.

Revealing the red and swollen scars on the morbid fair skin being strangled by the rope, Murongli looked for an opportunity to escape from the corner of his eye, and said lightly, "When will it be my turn to dictate my life and death, Murongli?"

He has been in power for several years, except for Zhi Ming, no one has the courage to dare to hit his head.

"Shut up!" shouted one.

With a light movement of the long knife, a wound two fingers wide was cut on his neck, and blood immediately stained the collar of his close-fitting collar.

Zhiming was in a hurry, and this group of rebellious officials and thieves had reached the point where they were killed.

"Who dares to touch him!"

——Murong Li took the opportunity to draw the knife with one hand, dodged the assassin, and then made a backhand knife to understand the other person, and then confronted the assassin with the knife.

Everyone at the scene, including Zhi Ming, was stunned, no one expected that Murongli would have such skill, and his strikes were quick and ruthless.

But only Murongli himself knows that he is just at the end of his strength, and he is completely supported by one breath.The blood in the chest surged up, and the rust-like bloody smell instantly filled the whole mouth, Murong Li frowned, pretending to be calm.

Seeing this, Zhiming immediately gave up his hands decisively and signaled the crossbowmen to shoot arrows to kill the other assassins, while he charged up with his sword.

Ronger!

Zhi Ming stood in front of him, with one sword he deflected the long knife that was coming at him, and with the other hand he hugged the crumbling Murong Li in time.

After several fights, with the help of soldiers, the assassin was finally defeated and died by Zhi Ming piercing his heart with a sword.

"Rong'er, are you okay?"

Murong Li tried his best to open his eyes, but finally couldn't help the blood from his throat gushing out, splashing Zhi Ming all over.Before he could catch his breath, Murong Li's eyes suddenly tightened as a knife flashed in front of his eyes——

I saw a section of the knife point passing through Zhiming's chest, the surface of the knife was stained with blood, and the blood on Zhiming's chest could not stop dripping.

"Kings……"

Zhi Ming only felt that his eyes were gradually blurred, mixed with blood red, and Murong Li's face full of tears.

"Don't be afraid...the king won't let you have trouble..." Zhi Ming tried his best to smile at him.

you're fine...

Finally, his eyes went dark, and he couldn't bear it anymore and passed out.