Although the men in black paused, they still slashed at the man in black without hesitation.
That was just a secret guard.
How could they be frightened by a small secret guard?
Yan Xiaomo flew up to fight with the men in black, not noticing that the gaze in the carriage was following her closely.
It wasn't until two men in black attacked the carriage that Zhao Yun came out of the carriage.
There was no silver gun in his hand, but there was a gleaming sword.
He went to the dinner today, so he didn't bring his own.
Silver gun, only carrying a sharp sword.
"He is Zhao Yun.
Take his head and take it back to honor our general."
The men in black glared at Zhao Yun fiercely.
They were here to take Zhao Yun's life today.
Zhao Yun landed on the roof gracefully, unfolded his fan leisurely, curled the corner of his mouth slightly, and said calmly: "Then it depends on your ability."
There are many people who want to take his head, maybe one or two, but no one has ever been able to successfully take his head.
After Zhao Yun finished speaking, the two men in black attacked Zhao Yun, with a fierce look in their eyes.
Yan Xiaomo's people were quickly killed.
One of the three secret guards died, one of them had a broken arm, and the other was injured.
It is estimated that only Yan Xiaomo didn't have any injuries on his body, but there was no trace on his black clothes.
Fortunately, it was stained with other people's blood.
Fortunately, it couldn't be seen, but you could smell a slight smell of blood.
Zhao Yun's assistant Zhao Dingding also suffered some injuries, but they were all superficial injuries.
The two men in black who dealt with Zhao Yun were no match for Zhao Yun at all, and were fooled around by Zhao Yun.
Zhao Yun suddenly stopped, as if he had had enough fun, and threw the fan in his hand.
The fan bone turned into a sharp blade, and it cut off the heads of the two people in one swift movement.
"Your Majesty's head is accepted."
Zhao Yun raised an evil smile on his lips, the fan flew back, and Zhao Yun reached out and grabbed the fan.
Yan Xiaomo looked at the corpses on the ground and felt a little nauseous.
The smell of blood in the air made her uncomfortable.
She couldn't believe that she had just killed so many people.
Fortunately, these people were all bad people, so Yan Xiaomo didn't feel so guilty in her heart.
Suddenly, a dark shadow covered the moonlight in front of Yan Xiaomo.
Yan Xiaomo raised her head slightly, staring at the man in front of her with a pair of clear and beautiful eyes.
She blinked slightly, and her heart started to beat suddenly.
Zhao Yun must have discovered his identity.
"Second Miss Dugu," Zhao Yun's voice was hoarse.
Yan Xiaomo coughed twice and said, "I, I am not Dugu Meng, I am Yan Xiaomo."
"Oh" Zhao Yun raised his eyebrows slightly and raised his hand to wipe away a blood stain on the woman's face.
At first, he thought it was a gash accidentally opened during the fight, but after taking a closer look, he found that it was stained with someone else's blood.
"I am your secret guard now."
Yan Xiaomo emphasized.
Zhao Yun's half-smiling look made Yan Xiaomo feel a little panicked.
Zhao Yun turned around and told Zhao Dingding, "Bring some people over to take care of this place.
The dinner is about to start.
I will bring them."
There was a good show tonight and he couldn't miss it.
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"Yes."
Zhao Dingding nodded respectfully and glanced at Yan Xiaomo with complicated eyes.
He didn't realize that Yan Xiaomo was actually a woman. oshow7: