The waiter suddenly pulled out a dagger from under the tray!

The dagger was bright white and terrifying. The waiter had a ferocious look on his face and stabbed Qin Youran with the dagger in his hand!

Qin Youran's eyes changed slightly, and just when the dagger was about to stab him, Qin Youran quickly dodged to the side.

The waiter missed and the dagger stabbed into the cushion.

Hua Fushu and Ye Zelin were both terrified.

"Your Highness!" Mu Qing said anxiously.

The waiter drew his dagger and stabbed Qin Youran again!

Mu Qing was dumbfounded, and it was too late to draw his sword.

At this moment, Ye Zelin's hand overturned the stove, and the boiling water flew towards the waiter, splashing all over his body.

"ah!"

The waiter howled like a pig being slaughtered.

Mu Qing thrust his sword down, and the tip of the sword pierced into the waiter's body.

"Leave him alive." Qin Youran said to Mu Qing.

Mu Qing immediately controlled his strength, pulled out the long sword that was stabbed at the waiter, and put it on his neck.

Qin Youran stood up, and Ye Zelin said, "Your Highness Prince Qin, are you okay?"

Qin Youran shook his head slightly. "It's okay." His eyes fell on Ye Zelin's hand that had just overturned the stove. "Your hand?"

Ye Zelin spread out his right hand, only to see a hint of red on his palm, but no burns. "Nothing serious."

Hua Fushu was relieved that her husband and senior brother were unharmed. She looked at the waiter with her almond-shaped eyes and asked, "Who are you, and why did you want to kill the King of Qin?"

Mu Qing brought his sword closer, pressing it against the waiter's throat. "Tell the truth!"

The waiter glanced at Qin Youran with cold eyes and bit his lips.

"Oh no! He took poison!" Hua Fushu said anxiously.

Seeing this, Mu Qing wanted to stop him, but it was too late. The waiter vomited blood, tilted his head, and fell down with a thud.

Mu Qing half-knelt down, quickly felt the waiter's breath, and then felt his pulse, and said, "Your Highness, the man is dead!"

Qin Youran's heart sank slightly. He was thinking, is it his stepmother's person again?

Ye Zelin said, "Mu Qing, take a look at this person to see if he has any characteristics or anything that can prove his identity."

Mu Qing searched the waiter's body but found nothing.

Qin Youran said, "Mu Qing, go find the owner of Sifang Pavilion."

"yes."

Mu Qing stood up and walked quickly downstairs to find the owner of Sifang Pavilion.

“Whoosh—”

A voice rang in his ears, and Qin Youran dodged to the side. Two steel needles whizzed past his shoulders, almost hurting him.

The steel needle was nailed straight into the wall not far away.

"There are hidden weapons, be careful!" Qin Youran said urgently.

Ye Zelin spun around to avoid the oncoming hidden weapon.

Hua Fushu half-knelt down, and the steel needle passed over her head, messing up her hair.

At this time, several men in black clothes broke in through the window. They were holding long swords and wearing black scarves, revealing only a pair of murderous eyes.

"Kill them all." A man in black said coldly.

The men in black swarmed forward, their swords flashing with a terrifying cold light as they approached Qin Youran, Hua Fushu, and Ye Zelin.

Qin Youran went out to have tea with his sister and did not bring the Zhemei Sword with him. The Zhemei Sword was the ancestral sword of his master, Miao Niangzi, who had passed it down to him.

The long sword of the man in black came straight towards Qin Youran's chest. Qin Youran cleverly dodged sideways, and the long sword of the man in black came again, and the two men started fighting.

After several rounds, as Qin Youran took on the black-robed man's attack, he thrust a small silver needle into his waist. The black-robed man felt a sharp pain, and by the time he realized the needle was poisoned, he had already passed out.

Qin Youran snatched the sword from the man in black. At this time, Hua Fushu and Ye Zelin were besieged by four or five men in black. Ye Zelin stood in front and protected Hua Fushu behind him.

He was about to go over to help when two men in black clothes attacked him waving swords. Qin Youran used the Zhemei sword technique to fight back.

The martial arts skills of these two men in black clothes were quite good. Qin Youran was outnumbered and was soon forced to the window.

He glanced at the place not far away and saw that the other men in black had forced Ye Zelin and Hua Fushu to the door of the elegant room.

"Miss Fushu!"

Mu Qing's voice rang out as he reached the fourth floor.

The black-clothed men were about to chop with their long swords, but Qin Youran was quick-eyed and quick-handed, and swung the Zhemei sword at the two black-clothed men.

The two men in black clothes leaned back quickly to avoid it, and the tip of the Zhemei sword passed through their necks and almost stabbed them.

"Murder! Murder!"

"Run! Someone's been killed!"

"Murder!"

In the corridor, there were the sounds of fleeing footsteps, frightened shouts, and the clashing of swords.

Qin Youran jumped onto the window, used his lightness skills to flip over and jump away, and the two men in black clothes hurriedly chased after him.

"Ye Zelin——"

A man in black clothes swung his long sword towards Ye Zelin. Hua Fushu aimed the Flower-Eating Heartbreak Sword at the man in black clothes and pressed the trigger. The sword blade, which was more than three inches long, flew in at a high speed and directly penetrated the back of the man in black clothes.

A painful wail was heard from the man in black, his straight legs slowly bent, his hands loosened, the long sword fell from his hands, and his body was shaking.

Ye Zelin raised his foot and kicked the man in black clothes in the abdomen. The man in black clothes flew ten feet away and fell to the ground. He spat out a few mouthfuls of blood, his head drooped, and he soon died.

"You go see my senior brother, I'll go help Mu Qing." Hua Fushu looked at Ye Zelin.

At that time, Mu Qing was fighting with two men in black clothes.

She held the Flower-Eating Heartbreaking Sword in her hand, picked up a long sword on the ground, and joined Mu Qing's camp.

Clang clang——

The sounds of swords clashing and fighting were heard in the corridor.

"Are you okay?" Ye Zelin pulled out the long sword that the man in black had dropped and drooped into the wooden board, and asked in the direction of Hua Fushu.

"No problem, just an ant." Hua Fushu's lips curled up in a fearless arc.

He was just a man in black clothes, she could beat him.

Even if we can't beat him, there is still Mu Qing, a master.

Seeing her full of confidence, Ye Zelin walked into the elegant room with a sword in hand, jumped from the window lattice to the roof nearby, and looked around.

On a rooftop not far away, Qin Youran was surrounded by seven or eight men in black clothes. His swordsmanship was exquisite, and although he was at a disadvantage, those men in black clothes did not hurt King Qin.

Ye Zelin frowned suddenly. The sword technique used by King Qin seemed familiar. It seemed to be the Zhemei sword technique?

How could the King of Qin know the Qinzhou Mei Sect's Zhemei Sword Technique? What was his relationship with the Mei Sect?

Qin Youran glanced at Ye Zelin, but saw him standing there motionless. He was almost unable to hold on, so why didn't you come to help him?

He was about to call Ye Zelin for help when a sword came slashing towards him. Before he could say anything, he fought back with his sword.

Ye Zelin waved his hand, and several scimitars flew out of his hand, hitting two or three men in black clothes accurately.

The scimitar was poisoned, and the toxin took effect very quickly. Immediately, several men in black clothes lost their balance, their hands and feet went limp, and they quickly rolled down from the roof. They instinctively stretched out their hands to grab what they needed, but they couldn't.

"Bang--"

Several loud noises.

The man fell to his death.