Qin Dynasty snare people

Failure to express love is not a big problem.

Luo Yan had no intention of succeeding in the first place. He was just doing this to leave a deep impression on Fei Yan and to test the attitude of this most talented woman from the Yin Yang family towards him, her personality, etc., when dealing with men. He may be an amateur, far inferior to Gai Nie and Wei Zhuang.

But when it comes to women, Luo Yan can be said to be experienced and open-minded.

In fact, it doesn't matter if the confession is successful or not. After all, he has nothing to lose, he is just talking.

The biggest problem is not confessing to the woman who makes you feel attracted to her.

"The Yin Yang family's attitude towards me is subtle. It seems that after going to Qin, the Yin Yang family also needs to pay attention."

Luo Yan murmured in his heart, his expression a little dignified and serious.

Feiyan's attempt to save him and her subsequent attitude were very problematic. It could be seen that Feiyan had no good impression or interest in him, and there was no so-called love at first sight. Saving him was more like rescuing for the sake of rescuing. , an attitude towards performing a task.

Luo Yan couldn't figure out what the Yin Yang family was up to for the time being.

"Forget it, just take it one step at a time. If it doesn't work, just eat Feiyan's soft rice."

Luo Yan murmured in his heart, with a bit of joking.

After thinking about these things, Luo Yan threw these thoughts behind and began to stride towards the agreed place.

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the other side.

The dense forest has been turned into scorched earth by gunpowder, thick smoke billows into the sky, sparks flicker and explode from time to time, and it is filled with a desolate and lonely smell.

In a corner.

The two figures were supporting each other, it was Mo Ya and Bai Feng who had not escaped.

The situation of the two of them is not good at the moment.

Luo Yan's gunpowder was buried too much, the area was too wide, and the explosions were irregular. A series of explosions and thick smoke easily implicated everyone.

Even the best light skills and perception cannot prevent the sudden explosion of gunpowder.

Under the weak moonlight.

Mo Ya showed a face as pale as paper, and looked at the dense forest that had turned into scorched earth. His dark eyes reflected the billowing smoke. For a moment, he felt that he was a bit similar to the ruins, and smiled to himself. He looked at his hanging arms.

One arm was wounded.

In this world, except for those strong men who practice external martial arts, no ordinary person can withstand the explosion of gunpowder.

No matter how high the inner breath is, it can't handle this thing.

Fortunately, my legs while eating were not injured, which is a blessing among misfortunes.

Otherwise, his end will be tragic.

Ji Wuye would never keep a useless person by his side, especially someone like Mo Ya who knew many secrets.

"Are you OK."

Bai Feng supported Mo Ya, looked at Mo Ya's pale and inhuman face, and said worriedly, with a complicated look in his eyes, and his heart was in a mess, and he didn't know what to say for a moment.

The moment Mo Crow stood in front of him and helped him block the aftermath of the explosion, he felt that his whole body was covered.

Mo Ya has always taken good care of him and is both a teacher and a brother to him.

But Bai Feng never thought that Mo Ya would sacrifice his life for her.

Because Mo Crow has always taught him the cheapness of life, and warned him not to trust anyone easily, even if it is him.

Because they are in the assassin business.

The best thing is to have no emotions and complete the task quietly. Otherwise, don't trust anyone.

Only with love can you live a long life.

"Can't die."

Mo Ya said weakly, sighing at his luck in his heart, and at the same time a little speechless at Luo Yan. This Mr. Luo is really ruthless.

At the same time, he was also confused as to where Luo Yan got so much gunpowder.

The amount of gunpowder was simply ridiculous.

This thing is contraband in any country. A small amount is fine. This gunpowder covering dozens of acres is a bit scary in large quantities. How can it be transported without any means, let alone distribute the gunpowder around .

Manpower and material resources are all a problem.

Who did Luo Yan find to do all this?

Han Fei?

Wei Zhuang?

Or the Fourth Young Master Han Yu? !

A series of questions appeared in Mo Ya's mind, but these questions were obviously not what he, an assassin, needed to care about.

"that.."

Bai Feng hesitated for a moment, wanting to ask Mo Ya why he saved her, but what she wanted to say was choked in her throat.

For a moment, he looked at Mo Crow with complicated eyes.

"Why, you want to ask me why I saved you? There is no reason. I wanted to do it at that time. Maybe I have been around your kid for too long, and I have become stupid."

Mo Crow raised his head and glanced at the waning moon in the sky, grinned, and said cheerfully.

If you want to do it, do it.

There are so many reasons. If there were reasons, he would not have saved Bai Feng at that time.

He just rushed over instinctively.

Because this kid has some status in Mo Ya's heart, it can be regarded as a kind of concern.

If people live without even a little care, then life is really meaningless. Mo Ya understood this truth many years ago, although this thing is a bit luxurious and life-consuming.

When Bai Feng heard this, she didn't say anything, she just nodded slightly, saying nothing.

"The mission failed this time. The general and the Bloody Marquis will probably be furious. You kid, be careful."

Mo Ya thought for a while and reminded Bai Feng.

Things really got serious this time, and Ye Mu was really screwed up.

"I see!"

Bai Feng nodded and replied, he knew how to do it.

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now.

Ji Wuye, who had arrived late, was also livid. Looking at the dense forest that had turned into ruins, there were only three or two kittens left in his elite assassin group Bainiao. He was so angry that he couldn't say anything.

He felt like he was going crazy. A great situation had turned into this inexplicably?

gunpowder!

Where did all this gunpowder come from!

Are all night spies idiots?

Such a huge amount of gunpowder was actually placed in the suburbs of Xinzheng, the royal capital, right under your nose. What the hell would it be like if it was transported to the city?

There were violent emotions brewing in Ji Wuye's eyes. He was breathing heavily and clenching his fists. At the same time, he stared at Han Fei who was becoming more and more calm beside him. If he didn't still have some sense, he felt that he could slap him at this moment. Beat Han Fei to death directly.

These things are absolutely inseparable from Han Fei.

"Ninth Young Master, what a great trick!"

Ji Wuji sneered.

"General, gunpowder is contraband, you have to check it carefully!"

Han Fei smiled slightly. Although he was confused in his heart, he softly suggested to Ji Wuye.

He didn't know where Luo Yan got so much gunpowder, but it didn't stop him from wanting to antagonize Ji Wuye.

"snort!"

Ji Wuye didn't even say harsh words this time, but led his army to rescue him.

Ye Mu suffered heavy losses this time. He had to ask Bai Yifei how he did things and his group of Bird Assassins, which he had carefully cultivated.

As a result, it was completely blown up by gunpowder.

As for stopping Luo Yan and the others, Ji Wuye had given up all hope. The other party ran out and it would take too much manpower and material resources to catch them again.

Han Wangan was already dissatisfied with him.

"Huh~"

As Ji Wuye left, Han Fei didn't say a word of ridicule. Instead, he breathed a sigh of relief. After all, he was still a little nervous when Ji Wuye refused to take over Wang Ling and led the army out of the city.

I'm afraid Luo Yan won't be able to withstand it.

But he didn't expect Luo Yan to transport so much gunpowder without anyone noticing, and solved all the problems directly. Now it was Ji Wuye's turn to have a headache.

How to explain to Han Wangan, and the problem of these gunpowders. If Ji Wuye, as a general, does not give a reasonable explanation, he will be in big trouble.

"Let's go, Zifang."

Han Fei patted his clothes and smiled at the young man beside him. The farce was over at this moment.

He wins again.