The three soldiers guarded the door hurriedly and nervously: "Don't come over. You can only open the door when someone calls from outside."

But the killing sound was so loud that the door seemed to be shattered. The two soldiers on the city wall were no longer squatting. They stood up and watched, their expressions changing from nervous and uneasy, to frightened, to excited and excited...

...

Fan Yang's army formed a formation.

Fan Yangjun fought with the opponent's army.

Fan Yangjun began to retreat.

Fan Yang's army began to collapse.

When they saw Fan Yang's soldiers fleeing in the wilderness, and when they saw the group of soldiers and horses tearing apart their prey like tigers, the two guards on the city wall couldn't help raising their hands and shouting.

The next moment they stopped again, and saw a black shadow jumping out of the separated tigers, followed by another black shadow, and the black shadow was also holding a black umbrella...

What is that, something?

...

...

The ground was littered with torn corpses, covered with jewels, gold, silver and gorgeous clothes, like a beautifully crafted and ornate carpet, which was strangely dazzling in the sunlight.

Li Minglou tightened his grip on the reins, and his eyes under his mask searched inch by inch for pieces of flesh and blood and stumps of limbs.

"Over there." Fang Er pointed.

In the bloodstained scene, the prince's dress is very clear, and the long knife stuck on the dress is also very clear.

Li Minglou swayed, jumped off his horse, and galloped towards this side, followed closely by Fang Er.

The obese man lay on his back in the blood, covered in blood, only his face was white.

Dead?

Li Minglou suddenly did not dare to move forward: "Your Highness, Your Highness!"

Fang Er stepped over, reached out and pulled out the long knife from the man's body and shouted: "Miss, the long knife is stuck in the side of the waist!"

Along with his movements, the blood-stained King Zhao let out a sigh of relief, his body trembled and he opened his eyes.

"It hurts even if it's stuck on the waist." He said hoarsely, "You, please slow down."

Li Minglou still didn't come forward. His feet seemed to be stuck in the blood. He covered his face with his hands and bent down slightly.
Chapter completed!