Chapter 133 Juvenile Blood

The people of Zhuque Street may never forget what they have seen and heard today, let alone the shot.

The young man seemed to have wings, holding a silver gun in his hand, and stabbing at the stunned old man hiding behind the army.

The blood-stained blue shirt was shot by countless spears, openings one after another on An Bochen's body, and the blood was dripping and flowing.

This thunder roar was certainly too fast to cover its ears, which was so fast that the 2,000 Li family army did not expect, but the 2,000 iron rode spread out on the rosefinch street, layer by layer. The front army was caught off guard. The middle army and the rear army reacted early, and immediately tossed the spear and shot at the teenager flying in mid-air.

Although An Bochen has made small success in his cultivation, he is also a mortal body. More than a thousand spears are shot, and at least more than a hundred stinged. Fortunately, the water and fire flowed all over the body, and the spiral force launched and swept away most of the guns and spears. Even so, the remaining 20 guns and spears still stabbed An Bochen to an unbearable pain. The blood was dripping, and the fiery pain echoed all over his body, but he always clenched his teeth, held his breath and shuttled through the gun forest and spear rain.

The panicked old man was close at hand. At this moment, there was no color or anger on his face. There was only a strong panic, just like the ordinary old man.

Blood flowed down his arms and thighs and dyed a red and green shirt. An Bochen only felt that his whole body was drained and he fell from the air.

Looking at the old man two steps away, he may not be able to bear it, or maybe he has no strength. An Bochen stared at him, with a silver gun in his hand, and the panicous scolding behind him was like a huge wave, but An Bochen did not shoot for a long time.

"I didn't kill him."

An Bochen suddenly said.

"But..."

The owner of the Li family looked panicked and said trembling. He raised his head, as if he wanted to take a good look at this birth. At present, he could treat himself as a hostage to force him back from the army.

At this moment, a trace of cold light suddenly popped out of the old eyes. The owner of the Li family suddenly straightened up, and the timidness he intended to pretend to be swept away. Taking advantage of An Bochen's unpreparedness, he stepped forward, smashed the young man's head with a pair of mace, and roared, "But if it hadn't it hadn't been for you..."

Before he finished his words, he felt cold. There was only half a foot left from the young man's face, but he could not fall down again.

Looking down, the silver gun had been inserted into his heart at some point and tried to raise his head. The owner of the Li looked at An Bochen in disbelief and opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.

In a blink of an eye, the two mace fell, and the old man fell to the ground with a "plop" and fell into the dust together with the 300-year reputation of the Li family.

"So, you shouldn't kill a small official."

His eyes were red, and An Bochen said calmly.

The shouting and killing in my ear suddenly stopped, and the rosefinch long street was silent. Under the dark night, something seemed to be brewing quietly.

An Bochen knew what the owner of the Li family didn't say, which was nothing more than surprised why An Bochen dared to kill him.

Once the owner of the Li family dies, the 2,000 Li family soldiers are bound to step on An Bochen and take revenge to vent their anger. An Bochen exhausted his strength and was injured all over his body. He could only sit and wait for death. If An Bochen is a smart man, he should take the owner of the Li family as a hostage in order to escape.

As the owner of the Li family thought, An Bochen really had the idea of taking him hostage when he used this move.

It's to blame the old man for not showing weakness. This move shattered the last trace of reason in An Bochen's heart.

The family is ruthless, regards human life like grass mustard, and kills the little official without blinking an eye. Where is the principle? The murderer pays for his life, but for the common people, how much restriction is there for such a family as the Li family?

Since the family is superior and unrestrained, it is up to me to avenge the small officials with my own hands.

An Bochen knew that Li's family could not escape death, but the young man's blood rushed to his forehead. How could he think so much?

One shot, he simply took the old man's life without hesitation, and took the right to worship the spirit of the little official in heaven... By the way, bring me my own.

With the last trace of strength, An Bochen pulled back his innocence, staggered around, stood with a gun, and calmly looked at the two thousand cavalry not far away.

The blood along the way, most of An Bochen's own, is shocking.

After dusk, in the night, the teenager stood straight, holding a gun in his right hand, and quietly staring at the two thousand cavalrymen who were suspicious. Behind him was the head of the family who was once high, but now he was stabbed to death by him.

After a long time, none of the 2,000 cavalrymen moved. At the same time, they were silent, with only the uneasy sound of horses.

The strange atmosphere flowed on the streets of the rosefinch, and the people hiding in the house were stunned. In a blink of an eye, the calm was broken.

But the old staff got off his horse tremblingly, picked up the bronze mave, and summoned up the courage to hit An Bochen.

An Bochen held on with only his last breath and did not want to fall down like this. At this time, not to mention the old staff, even a three-year-old child could easily beat him down.

As soon as the old staff took a step, the bronze maple in his hand was blown away. In the afterglow, An Bochen faintly saw a figure shaking in the Yiyun Inn.

The old staff attempted to assassinate, but also broke the atmosphere of stagnation and depression. The 2,000 Li family army lost their backbone. At the beginning, they were at a loss, and they remembered what to do.

It was this seemingly ordinary teenager in front of him that first harmed the eldest son and then killed the head of the family, which plunged the Li family into a desperate situation, which also made the Li family army desperate. In the end, he could not escape death.

"Kill!"

I don't know who shouted first. Two thousand Li'erlang had no scruples and patted the horse to kill An Bochen.

"Kill!"

Another shout of killing sounded, but it came from behind An Bochen. First, it was a female general dressed in hard armor. Her face was full of reluctance. When he led the army to pass by An Bochen, he couldn't help stare at him fiercely.

In a blink of an eye, a few more shouts came from the left and right street corners.

Along the way, it was the guardhouse led by the veteran generals, and the other was the Yulin Army. The first one was also an acquaintance of An Bochen, and Hu Bui, the commander of the Zuoshu Battalion.

It was not until this time that An Bochen breathed a sigh of relief. Once the tight string was released, his weak body was also shaking.

Thinking of Li Xiaoguan, who was crazy when he didn't see him again in the future, An Bochen's eyes turned red, and he felt self-blame and guilt in his heart.

If he hadn't been dedicated to keeping that secret, how could the little official have died so miserably? Nowadays, the secret is kept, but my concealment of cultivation has been exposed, and I don't know what kind of disturbance it will cause... These are nothing, little official...

An Bochen looked upstairs with red eyes. The next moment, he was suddenly stunned.

A chubby face appeared on the pavilion. Who is it if it's not Li Xiaoguan? As if he had just woken up, Li Xiaoguan rubbed his eyes in a daze, and his eyes inadvertently fell on An Bochen. Li Xiaoguan smiled "strayly" and seemed to want to say something with his teeth and claws. He didn't know that this scene fell into An Bochen's eyes and suddenly gave rise to a chill.

Ghost...

An Bochen shivered, and his eyes darkened and fainted.

The moment before his consciousness dissipated, An Bochen suddenly smelled the fragrance, and then his body fell into a soft warm jade.

.........

......

An Bochen had a dream and met Simajin. Simajin sat in a gorgeous carriage with a high-headed horse-drawn horse, beside the forest-like bodyguards, who started from the Sima family in Wuzhong and went straight to Beijing.

Sima Jin wears a phoenix crown, wears a golden phoenix cloak, and has no expression on his face and is motionless. An Bochen rode a war horse and chased him from afar with innocence in his hand, but no matter how he chased him, he could not catch up with the convoy. No matter how he called, Simajin turned a deaf ear.

An Bochen had no choice but to abandon the horse and run away with fire.

It was hard to chase his boss Majin, but it was Simajin's extremely strange eyes.

An Bochen felt uncomfortable. He had no choice but to say the last sentence, but he wanted to take a look at Simajin's true face.

Simajin thought for a moment, nodded, and then reached out to remove the mask from his chin.

An Bochen looked at it with eager eyes, but when he saw Simajin's true face clearly, he stood on the spot.

A chubby face, small eyes, and a complacent smile on his mouth. Who is it if it's not Li Xiaoguan?

......

"Wake up..."

The familiar voice came to his ears, and An Bochen tried to lift his heavy eyelids. After seeing the things in front of him, An Bochen subconsciously shivered. It was Li Xiaoguan who stood in front of the couch and put his whole face up.

Seeing that An Bochen's face was bloodless and his mouth was big, Li Xiaoguan smiled strangely and picked up the basin and walked back.

After Li Xiaoguan left, An Bochen saw Xiao Hou with a smile on the corners of his mouth, was overjoyed, and Zhang Bushi with a calm face. Li Xiaoguan passed by them, but they looked at them. Is it possible... Has the little official really become a ghost?

My heart was cold. As soon as An Bochen wanted to say something, he heard Xiao Hou say first, "Bo Chen tried his best to capture the thief's head. Everyone in the capital knows it. Congratulations!"

Seeing the joking in Xiao Hou's eyes, An Bochen shook his head with a bitter smile: "Mr. Xiao knew that this was not my wish, and he still used this to entertain me... I hide my cultivation..."

Hearing the words, Xiao Hou narrowed his eyes and looked at An Bochen thoughtfully. He bent the corners of his mouth and said, "Bochen didn't know. As early as three days ago, Princess Lizhu talked to the outside world, saying that you were framed by the Li family. As early as the day you were released from prison, he rewarded you with a return elixir. It is difficult to change the money. After eating, you can continue the meridians and collaterals to protect the acupuncture points. , restore the cultivation.

When the words fell, An Bochen was stunned, and then he frowned and thought about something.

Looking at An Bochen, Xiao Hou smiled and didn't say much.

He knew what secrets were more or less hidden in An Bochen's body, a secret that could make the son of the family talk back and make the princess of Liu do not hesitate to lie and protect each other.

Even if An Bochen stands at the forefront of the storm again and becomes a young genius in Liujing, as long as he keeps that secret, it may not be a big deal.

As for what the secret is, Xiao Hou will not ask or investigate. Even if he guesses it one day, he will pretend not to know.