I am the villain in the book

His eyes widened abruptly, and the air in the hall froze for a moment.

When this voice, which shouldn't have been there, rang out, the seven or eight people, including Lu Yuansong, were stunned as if struck by lightning.

"Who is it?!"

"Who is so bold?! How dare they break into Changding Hall!"

"Get out!!"

After a few breaths, the people who had recovered their senses roared out one after another, while subtly protecting Lu Yuansong in the center, their eyes fixed on the direction from which the voice came.

Then, they saw a man and a woman, both masked, slowly emerge from the darkness.

Breaking into Changding Hall at night, and wearing masks.

Anyone who saw this attire would understand what the two were planning to do.

However, while frightened, everyone also had a hint of doubt in their hearts.

Because the two people opposite them were too calm.

If they were really assassins, shouldn't they attack directly? Why would they take the initiative to speak and expose themselves?

Thinking of this, even the strategists couldn't help but frown slightly.

Lu Yuansong, who had also calmed down, did not immediately call for help, but narrowed his eyes and asked:

"Who are you two working for?"

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Looking at each other, the eyes of the two men in black seemed to be a little playful.

They didn't stop walking, approaching Lu Yuansong step by step, while the man's voice rang out again.

"Your Highness, didn't you hear what I just said?"

What do you want me for?

"Boom!!!!"

Like a muffled thunderclap exploding in his ears, Lu Yuansong's expression suddenly became extremely astonished.

He subconsciously took half a step back, and his eyes towards the two were completely different from before.

The others were the same, their eyes widened instantly, their eyes filled with disbelief.

"You, you are Wei Changtian?!"

"What? Your Highness doesn't believe me?"

Smiling, Wei Changtian didn't take off his mask, but slowly pulled out a jet-black sword.

The "clang clang" sound of friction was creepy, and the cold blade gleamed with a sharp light.

That's right, this is the Yuan Tu Sword, which was rated as a divine weapon of the earth rank by the system, and kills people without causing karma.

"You want to kill me?"

On the other side, seeing Wei Changtian draw his sword, Lu Yuansong's expression changed several times, and finally returned to calmness.

He narrowed his eyes, staring at Wei Changtian and said word by word:

"Good man, whether you are Young Master Wei or not, if you make a move, you will not be able to leave Changding Hall tonight."

"No matter who sent you, I can pretend that everything just now didn't happen."

"Since you can pass through the layers of checkpoints on Dragon Head Mountain to get here, you must be quite strong. It would be a pity to die here."

"People only have one life, and you and I are the same."

"So... leave."

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A total of four or five sentences, with threats, enticements, retreating to advance, and advancing to retreat.

It has to be said that Lu Yuansong's current performance can be described as calm and composed, and he really has a bit of imperial demeanor.

However, this may also have a lot to do with the fact that he doesn't believe that the man opposite him is Wei Changtian.

Obviously, in Lu Yuansong's view, Wei Changtian should be in Shuzhou City at this time, not Yongding City.

Taking a step back, even if he was in Yongding, he would never appear here.

Because Lu Yuansong couldn't think of any reason why Wei Changtian would want to kill him.

The battle was over, and his father had died.

Even if Wei Changtian really wanted to "settle accounts after the autumn harvest", why would he come to him first?

Lu Yuansong couldn't figure out the reason, so he naturally regarded Wei Changtian as an assassin sent by someone else.

As for why this assassin would lie that he was Wei Changtian, it was just like how the Great Hui Dynasty claimed to the outside world that Wei Changtian killed Lu Hongji, just to find someone to take the blame.

In this way, Lu Yuansong stared at Wei Changtian, but his expression was not very flustered.

The strategists around him looked at each other secretly, and some had already retracted their hands into their sleeves, obviously sending a message to the outside.

"You two, haven't decided yet?"

Seeing that Wei Changtian was still in that lazy state, Lu Yuansong couldn't help but raise his voice slightly.

"In less than a hundred breaths, the experts in the palace will rush here."

"By then, it will be too late for you to leave."

"Oh, thank you for your reminder, Your Highness."

Waving the Yuan Tu sword casually, Wei Changtian smiled and said, "But we don't plan to leave."

"You!"

His pupils shrank suddenly, and the moment Lu Yuansong heard these words, he "clang" pulled out a sword from the scabbard placed on the table.

At the same time, the hall door was also pushed open violently, and teams of imperial guards rushed into the hall, surrounding Wei Changtian and Yang Liushi, who were motionless.

Although the experts haven't arrived yet, under normal circumstances, these imperial guards are enough to delay for a while.

It's a pity that they are not facing ordinary high-ranked people, but the famous "Wei Yama".

"Your Highness, I really am Wei Changtian, why don't you believe me?"

"Forget it, you're going to see the King of Hell soon anyway, it doesn't matter."

"Oh, right, let me say one last thing."

"Your father really wasn't killed by me."

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Along with the fall of the last sentence, in the shocked eyes of everyone in the hall, Wei Changtian and Yang Liushi almost simultaneously raised their hands and waved.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

In the next second, two huge barriers rose out of thin air, instantly enveloping the entire Changding Hall.

One was invisible and colorless, blocking the entry and exit of all non-high-ranked people.

The other was milky white mist, blocking all sounds and images inside and outside the formation.

Locking Dragon plus Illusion Formation, the two magical powers seemed to completely isolate Changding Hall from the outside world, causing the experts from all over Dragon Head Mountain who were rushing here to frown.

"Illusion Formation?"

Outside the formation in the north of the hall, an old man in black muttered, but did not immediately enter the formation to rescue people.

Judging from his aura, he should be a second-rank expert.

The higher the realm, the more cautious he is.

Well, not necessarily...

"Old Guo, a mere illusion formation must be a trick of the assassins."

Beside him, an old man in white robes, who was also of the second rank, curled his lips in disdain.

"If you don't dare to enter, just wait outside. I'm not as afraid as you are!"

"Swish!"

After saying a word, the old man in white robes flashed into the white mist without hesitation, and his figure immediately disappeared.

Seeing his impatient nature, the old man in black, although somewhat helpless, did not dissuade him, but just stood in place, hesitating whether to go in as well.

The second prince being assassinated is normal under the current situation of great contention, and it is not too surprising.

However, whether it is the eldest prince or others, they should not be assassinating people on Dragon Head Mountain.

Alas, you kill me, and I retaliate against you. Isn't this going to be a mess?

Sighing with a frown, although the old man in black looked helpless, it was not difficult to see that he was not worried that Lu Yuansong would really die.

However...

"Hmm?"

Raising his head, the old man let out a soft sigh, and suddenly saw something flying out of the formation not far away, shooting towards him.

Although this thing was extremely fast, there was no true energy fluctuation in it.

"What is it?"

Muttering to himself, the old man in black stretched out his hand and pushed forward, and a gentle internal force steadily caught the incoming object.

And the next moment, when he saw the true face of this thing, the whole person froze in place as if he had been cast with a petrification spell.

Because that was the head of the old man in white robes, who had only entered the formation for less than ten breaths.