Chapter 463 (1/2)

Zhang Yueze was very angry. His face became more and more dark. He raised his hand to take the three arrow feathers on the horse's side and put them on the string. In an instant, he shot in the direction of Ying Wuqiu and Zhao Jingyi.

The dusk was heavy, and the deadly arrow feather broke through the wind.

”Qing ER!” Wen Jiu shouted hoarsely.

Qing Er flew up in the crowd. The horizontal sword flew around in mid air and cut off two arrow feathers. The last one disappeared into the night.

Zhang Yueze abandoned the bow and arrow in his hand, picked up the big knife handed over by his entourage, cut on a group of guards, and angrily said, ”chase me!”

The soldiers lit torches, and the night wind blew the flames flying, reflecting Zhang Yueze's face with the mark of a slave.

He snapped, ”if you can't find Zhao Jingyi and the dead bald donkey, kill all these people!”

And the people of the Zhangjia army immediately shivered. Under the anger, the hands became more and more intense and the scene became more and more chaotic.

Zhao Feng's horse was startled, turned around in place, and threw him off the horse in two or three times.

As soon as Wen Jiu was ready, he was on the side and pulled the prince up from the ground.

She didn't know where the strength came from. Perhaps in her anger, her potential exploded. Her bloodstained hand carried Zhao Feng's collar and said angrily, ”the princess is your own sister. Do you just watch others bully her?”

Zhao Feng fell very heavily and was carried by warm wine. He lost his face.

His face turned purple and said, ”this is the will of my father...”

”If it weren't for you, how did Zhang Yueze get into the city?” Wen Jiu looked at him, his lips were slightly white, and his voice was cold, ”seven foot men have cartilage! Why thick face and light women?”

When the voice fell, she retreated Zhao Feng to Zhang Yueze.

Wen Jiu stood in the middle of the crowd, his cloud sleeves were broken and swayed with the wind. He looked up at Zhang Yueze and said word by word: ”if you want to embarrass the princess again today, step on my body!”

The strong wind circled the city gate several times, and her voice echoed in the air.

The noisy fighting around gradually quieted down, and everyone looked back at the warm wine.

”Die!” Zhang Yueze cut down the warm wine with a knife in his face.

Qinger and others quickly flew from the crowd, but someone grabbed in front of them and stopped the blade that was about to fall on the side of Wenjiu's neck.

Zhao Feng held Zhang Yueze's wrist, fastened it tightly, turned back and said to Wen Jiu, ”what can you do here? Don't go quickly!”

Zhao Feng's face was very ugly. He opened his mouth to the people and said, ”there's nothing in the city right now. You all go home!”

As soon as the prince said this, everyone looked at the warm wine.

Wen Jiu looked at him with complex eyes and said in a dumb voice, ”go back.”

The people were angry for a moment, and the copied guys brought blunt tools, which could not be compared with the murder knife in the hands of Zhang Jiajun. Most of the guards were exhausted. Without the barrier of the city gate, they were like a knife.

When she finished, the people put away the guys, retreated like the tide, went home, bolted the door and put out the lights.

Green two and several green guards flew over at the same time, ”master Wuqiu and the big princess should have gone far, young lady, let's withdraw quickly.”

The sound fell.