The royal garden, a deep courtyard!
There is a smell of blood wafting through the air.
Tang Zhiqian and Lv Yingxi both remained motionless.
The bodies of Feng Yi and Fu Jinlin were still thrown not far away, with flies landing on them, which was quite frightening, so unless it was time for a desperate last stand, neither Tang Zhiqian nor Lv Yingxi wanted to join Xue Zhao in a fight to the death.
Not everyone can bravely draw their sword in the face of death!
Xue Zhao rushed in front of the Chief Eunuch, drew a palm-length bronze short sword from his bosom, and stabbed at its neck.
But before he could strike, the soldiers wielding crossbows had already shot.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Crossbow arrows, carrying the sound of ripping through the air, nailed precisely into Xue Zhao's right arm, left calf, and back.
Ah!
Xue Zhao screamed in agony and fell to the ground.
"Come here! Come here! Hurry up and chop this scoundrel into meat sauce!"
