Chapter 428, Sister Wan is most afraid of corpses
When Ci Mang was tortured to the point of having only one breath left, Taoist Qianyun stood up, patted his robe, and elegantly lifted the dust whisk. He
still had the elegant demeanor of a sage.
It was as if he was not the one who stabbed the person just now.
"Comfortable!"
He finally breathed out a breath! It
was so cool!
If it weren't for the red blood on his white robe, Liu Zixing wouldn't have believed what he saw.
Liu Zixing: I understand.
The so-called revenge must not let the enemy die too easily!
Ci Mang rolled on the ground, covered in blood, and the piercing pain made him curl up and twist into a maggot.
Thinking that the torture was over, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
As long as he didn't die, he would have a chance to retaliate.
But just when he was struggling to turn over.
Liu Zixing raised his sword towards him.
Liu Zixing stabbed him wildly!
Cimang: "Or, just let me die."
It really hurts.
It's like cutting his flesh piece by piece alive, what's the difference!
"Ah!" As
Liu Zixing stabbed, Cimang fainted from the pain.
"No wonder he's called Cimang, he's been stabbed into a mango residue this time! Humph."
Xia Wanwan muttered and put away her small shovel.
Once the effect of Taoist Qianyun's pill wears off, he will die from excessive blood loss.
This process will only take an hour.
Xia Wanwan doesn't have to do it herself.
"Deputy leader, what should we do?" The two assassins staggered to their feet and crawled to Qi Bo's side.
Qi Bo sighed, "We can only rescue the leader first, and we can talk about everything later!"
"Who allowed you to rescue him?"
Xia Wanwan was still angry.
She didn't want to kill him so soon, but this old man dared to tear up the koi she was going to give to her mother.
How abominable!
"Little sister, he can't die now. If you want a koi, I will embroider another one for you. If Ci Mang dies, my father will be implicated."
Yan Xiurong squatted down and smoothed the baby's hairy head.
It's not that she didn't want to kill Ci Mang, but she had to consider the overall plan.
If Ci Mang died now, the people in Donglin would definitely be suspicious.
Once Donglin becomes suspicious, their plan will change or not be implemented, and the revenge plan that Daddy has carefully prepared for twenty years will also come to nothing.
Xia Wanwan thought for a moment and put her thumb in her mouth, "But it's better if he dies."
This man has been doing evil for many years and should not be alive.
"Why?" Yan Xiurong asked.
"If he dies, won't the Queen Mother and the Emperor help your father deal with the Donglin people?" Xia Wanwan blinked and said naively.
Yan Xiurong smiled bitterly when she heard this.
Before she opened her mouth, she heard Qi Bo say,
"Why should we trust you? It's not clear whether you are an enemy or a friend. Didn't you say that someone would come to rescue you in an hour? Now an hour has passed. You are very powerful, but Phoenix Mountain is full of our deployment. It's not that easy for you to escape!" At
the critical moment, Qi Bo was still clear-headed.
He couldn't let these people in front of him ruin his plan.
He raised his hand, and those loyal warriors were secretly ready to move.
"Deputy leader, you have arranged people to ambush here, why didn't you call them out to rescue the leader just now?" The warrior brought by Ci Mang asked loudly.
But Qi Bo used a look, and another companion beside the warrior raised his knife and killed the warrior who asked the question.
"Deputy leader, give the orders." The assassins who kill people have always been the deputy leader's men.
"Take down the two children and the adult." Qi Bo ordered in a cold voice. As
soon as these words fell,
countless black shadows quickly surged in from the surroundings, trying to surround Xia Wanwan and the others.
"Three."
The little kid didn't have a trace of fear on his face, but just counted calmly.
"Sister, do you want to fight back?" Liu Zixing stood by her and asked.
"Two." Xia Wanwan didn't answer him and continued to count down.
"One!"
When the last number fell, the assassins around them also raised their knives at them.
At this critical moment.
"Stop!"
A shout came from outside the yard.
Several people turned their heads and looked over, all of them were shocked.
The person who came was actually!
Duke Yan!
Except for Yan Xiurong and Xia Wanwan who were standing, everyone present saluted in unison. ＷＷw.lΙnＧㄚùＴχτ.nét
"Greetings, Duke!"
Qi Bo had no choice but to lower his head, "Duke, these people are..."
"Pa!"
Duke Yan slapped him in anger.
"Apologize to my sister Wan!"
"Wan, sister Wan?" Qi Bo's face was full of shock.
There was no woman in front of him.
Where did the sister come from?
Duke Yan snorted, and in Qi Bo's shocked eyes, he slowly walked to Xia Wanwan.
He squatted down and shouted, "Sister Wan."
"Who is your sister, shameless, where is my father?" Xia Wanwan rolled his eyes at him.
Humph, you're so old, and you call her sister?
She's not old.
"Your father is waiting for you at the foot of the mountain." Duke Yan's old face flushed.
It's not that the Ninth Prince won't go into the mountain, but if they do, it will cause quite a stir.
It would be troublesome if they were discovered by Ci Mang or Dong Lin.
If the Ninth Prince hadn't come to the Duke's Mansion today and said that the assassins from Phoenix Mountain had kidnapped the princess and the prince, he wouldn't have rushed here in such a hurry.
"Your father? Not him?"
Yan Xiurong pointed at Xia Qianhui with a bewildered look.
"Miss Yan, I was afraid that you wouldn't believe it just now, so it was a stopgap measure taken by my younger sister. She is my sister, and I haven't... married yet..."
Xia Qianhui hurriedly explained that he didn't have any wife or family, he was still an innocent virgin.
"Oh, I was wondering, such a good child, how could she have a father like you who is such a pervert." Yan Xiurong glanced at him indifferently.
Her anxious heart was finally at ease.
Fortunately, the good girl was not his daughter.
He didn't deserve her!
"I..."
Xia Qianhui's face flushed, and he wanted to apologize, but he didn't know where to start.
It was clearly him who said that Miss Yan and the assassins were not good people, so they broke into her yard.
"Duke, what's going on? They are..."
Qi Bo came forward and asked.
"Old Qi, you apologize to Princess Ximing and the eldest prince first." Duke Yan stood up and introduced the identities of the two.
Qi Bo's jaw almost dropped, and he quickly knelt down and kowtowed, "Princess Ximing, Crown Prince, it's all my fault for not recognizing the real person and offending you..."
Yan Xiurong on the side was also quite shocked. She knew that this little kid was of great importance, but she never thought that she was actually the current Princess Ximing.
The lecher next to her was actually... the Crown Prince?
Her face suddenly turned pale, and for fear of implicating her father, she quickly knelt down to pay her respects to the two of them.
A big hand reached out and held her arm to prevent her from kneeling.
She looked up and saw Xia Qianhui looking at her apologetically.
"No need, I was the one who let you down first..."
Yan Xiurong had to stand up and took a step back, "It's okay."
"Duke, Ci Mang is still there." Qi Bo pointed at Ci Mang, who was half dead on the ground.
Duke Yan: "What did your sister say?"
"She said 'die for me!'" Qi Bo glanced at the young man hesitantly and replied.
Duke Yan pondered for a while, "My sister said to die, then let him die, hurry up, kill him!"
"No, you can't just kill him casually." Duke Yan raised his hand to stop Qi Bo again, and continued to ponder,
"My sister is most afraid of corpses. She will cry when she sees a corpse. So, you can chop him into meat paste and throw him into the mountains to feed wild beasts, or burn him to ashes, or throw him into the pot and stew him into rotten meat. Just don't let my sister see the complete corpse, otherwise my sister will be scared and cry, and I will deal with you!"
Qi Bo: ???
Ci Mang, who was just awakened by the pain: ???
No, who did you say was scared and cried?
What about me, who am I?