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Chapter 1150

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The plot entered a high-burning moment, and countless audience members were reluctant to blink even half a bit.

At the same time, seeing Ling Yanqiu besieged by Western Depot agents and falling into crisis, the audience was worried for her.

Inside the inn, Zhao Huaian saw that Jin Xiangyu only wanted his body and didn't want to give the secret passage, so he simply broke free from Jin Xiangyu's entanglement and rushed out of the room to join the battle.

The wife is the most important.

Zhao Huaian's martial arts were extremely high; with his joining, the situation stabilized instantly.

Jin Xiangyu also followed out, only to find the accountant covered in blood, leaning against the wall, dying. She flew downstairs, and the accountant used his last breath to tell her that it was the head squad leader who killed him.

"Blackie, Blackie, I'll f*ck your father!" Jin Xiangyu was filled with grief and indignation, drawing her sword to kill the second squad leader.

The second squad leader fought back while shouting loudly: "Jin Xiangyu, you took our money."

Jin Xiangyu said coldly: "Keep it to buy your coffin! F*ck!"

Jin Xiangyu cursed in beautiful Chinese and fought with the second squad leader.

On the side, Zhao Huaian and the head squad leader were also fighting quickly.

Under the anger, Jin Xiangyu's combat power exploded; soon, the second squad leader was no match for Jin Xiangyu and was kicked into the millstone by her, dying on the spot, blood flowing down the millstone.

Jin Xiangyu's anger still hadn't subsided; she picked up the water ladle on the ground to catch the blood flowing from the millstone, saying beautiful words: "You two dog men, drinking blood, f*ck your father!"

She picked up the water ladle full of blood and rushed toward the head squad leader: "I'll let you be covered in dog blood."

A large ladle of blood was instantly splashed on the head squad leader's face.

The head squad leader was originally trading blows with Zhao Huaian, but he didn't expect this sneak attack; the blood blocked his vision, and he retreated repeatedly.

How could Jin Xiangyu let go of such a good opportunity? She swung her sword to stab straight, and Zhao Huaian also struck at the same time; the two swords pierced the head squad leader's chest in a flash, plus the third squad leader who was killed by Ling Yanqiu earlier.

The three squad leaders of the Western Depot were all wiped out in the small Longmen Inn.

Jin Xiangyu temporarily won the MVP.

Suddenly.

The inn door opened, and Ling Yanqiu, who was hit by an arrow in a soft part, pushed the door and entered, her face pale.

The children called out worriedly: "Sister, sister."

"Yanqiu!" Zhao Huaian hurried over to check.

Ling Yanqiu said weakly: "Yu Huatian is here." After speaking, she fainted.

"Yu Huatian?" Zhao Huaian was stunned for a moment, then called out nervously: "Yanqiu, Yanqiu..."

Jin Xiangyu rolled her eyes and said: "She's already fainted, what's the use of just shouting? Quickly carry her to my room, hurry up!"

Jin Xiangyu remained clear-headed.

Inside the theater, the audience couldn't help but worry about Ling Yanqiu.

This character was shaped too well; everyone didn't want to see anything happen to her.

It was mainly because that pair of twins was too good at stabbing people, and the better a character was shaped, the more they liked to stab them, such as Zhao Linger, Lin Yueru, Long Kui...

"Director, I advise you to be kind!"

"Screenwriter, I advise you to be kind!"

"Can you not stab?"

"Nothing must happen to Yanqiu; without you, how will Xiangyu live in the future?"

"..."

In China, countless audience members in the theater became nervous for Ling Yanqiu.

On the screen.

The camera cut away.

The long night finally passed; it was early morning, the sun rose from the sky, but yellow sand rolled on the ground, and countless people and horses ran on the desert.

The rising yellow sand, matched with the red blush of the sunrise, instantly turned the world into a murderous red.

The background music rang out—a loud sound of the suona.

Once the suona sounds, it burns the whole scene!

At this very moment, the audience truly had goosebumps all over, but more of it was tension; many people widened their eyes and swallowed their saliva wildly.

Yu Huatian is here!

A powerful sense of oppression came rushing toward them!

Jin Xiangyu hurriedly let Diao Buyu go find the Battalion Commander, saying "Old lady is in trouble, tell him to bring troops quickly."

Diao Buyu set off on a camel.

And on the second floor of the inn, Zhao Huaian was treating Ling Yanqiu's wounds.

Fortunately, Ling Yanqiu's injury was not heavy; Zhao Huaian explained why his flute was in Jin Xiangyu's hands while treating her.

"We have survived many storms; circumstances force us, human affairs are impermanent, who could have predicted whether you and I could survive this last hurdle together."

The misunderstanding between the two was resolved, and in their gaze, there was tenderness, and their feelings went to a higher level.

Ling Yanqiu said she shouldn't have doubted Zhao Huaian; it's a pity the flute could never be found again. Zhao Huaian said the flute was just an external object, and having the person by his side was the most important thing, nothing more than the feelings of this moment.

On the side, Jin Xiangyu was carving a radish flower, listening with jealousy.

No one had ever loved her like this.

In one night, she had lost too much.

"I f*ck!"

Society sister Yu, swearing casually.

Zhao Huaian asked her why this money-grubber hadn't left yet; Jin Xiangyu replied that this was her inn, why should she leave?

Just at this moment.

Diao Buyu returned, bringing back bad news: the Battalion Commander refused to support them.

Now, only a few people in Longmen Inn were left to deal with Yu Huatian and his army alone.

This was not a ten-fold gap, but a gap of dozens, hundreds of times!

The sense of oppression was even stronger!

"I have a bad premonition."

"Me too, that pair of twins is a stabbing maniac; are there few characters stabbed to death by them?"

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