The cold and blue moonlight spreads in the chrysanthemum garden with petals flying all over the sky due to fighting, giving birth to a fairyland music, graceful and gorgeous.

The overwhelming fragrance of autumn chrysanthemums is refreshing.

Among the blooming autumn chrysanthemums, two black-clothed guests with great martial arts were soon highlighted among the guards of the Deng Mansion. They suppressed Dong Daofu's arrogance very easily, pressing each step, and the short blade and the long sword intersected, causing four or five guards who were flying in to be injured.

When the two of them escaped from the siege of the crowd, Lingbo retreated slightly and fled towards the Lotus Lake in the mansion, they fought again. The two of them had no equal skills in martial arts, and they were hard to tell the difference. In the fight, they were all a must-have skill. Whether the short blade that was cold and cold or the long sword that was cut like mud, they all went towards the other party's vital points. However, the two of them turned around at almost the same time, and they agilely avoided the murderous intent on the other side.

When Dong Daofu chased after him with his guards, he happened to see this scene. He was confused again. He couldn't figure out why the two black-clad guests could work together to deal with them, why are they fighting so hard to part with now?

The guard beside him rushed forward and trapped the black-clad guest again, but Dong Daofu waved his palm and stopped them, and led a group of soldiers to stop him by the Lotus Lake.

"Mr. Dong? Are we not going up?" A guard saw the two men gradually moving away, his eyes were burning, his legs were like stringed bows, and he was always ready to rush up.

Dong Daofu's eyes were dark and he said in a low voice: "These two are not the same people. Let's see their river clams fighting. There will always be a time of fatigue when fighting. Grab that moment and take them down."

The guard nodded and retreated behind him, his eyes following the two figures that were struggling in the air, and he refused to relax for a moment.

Dong Daofu carefully observed the body movements of the two people and gradually saw some tricks.

Although the two of them had similar ways of making moves, they were good at different things. The black-clothed guest with a short blade was very agile, especially light skills, and focused on forward-looking attacks. The black-clothed guest with a long sword was good at long-term attacks, especially the fierce and ruthless sweeping legs, which were the most unexpected. It was like two brothers who were under the same sect, each with their own advantages.

He felt even more puzzled.

With such similar martial arts, the two of them must have gone out to the same place. Why are they fighting so fiercely now?

Dong Daofu naturally didn't know the reason.

The guest in black who was holding the short blade knew very well who was fighting with him at this moment.

Therefore, when he takes action, he always keeps a little measure so that he will not hurt the man in black on the opposite side.

However, the guest in black, holding a long sword, seemed too lazy to continue fighting. After the last move of the dragon exploring the water, he quickly withdrew the sword light, kicked his feet, and flew towards the direction of the mansion and viewing garden.

The black-clothed guest with the short blade did not catch it for a moment, and turned around to block his steps when he left, but saw the black-clothed guest on the opposite side took out a short raft from nowhere, and flew hard and decisively towards the black-clothed guest with the short blade, quickly and accurately pierced into his chest, shoulder blades and waist.

In an instant, both of them looked at each other in a daze. The guest in black who used the dart seemed to have not expected that the person on the other side would not hide, while the guest in black who held the short blade did not expect that the other party would actually kill him.

The black-clad guest with a short blade was defeated due to injury and could no longer stop the other black-clad guest. He watched him jump down from the tall tree soaring into the sky and disappeared into the viewing garden.

Dong Daof was shocked. He did not intend to let any guest in black go. Seeing another person slipping away, he anxiously asked the guards behind him to chase him. He rushed forward and fought with the man in black holding a short blade.

The short blade with a faint cold light shines extremely in the night.

Dong Daofu rushed forward and saw the faint sapphire inlaid on the handle of the short blade.

The moment of memory was stimulating, he immediately met the eyes of the masked guest in black, the star eyes that were inseparable from good and evil, and the curve of the rising eyes. These familiar eyes were the thief he had chased after yesterday night.

He actually has the courage to break into the Protectorate's Mansion at night?

The shame of being defeated in Dong Daof's heart surged into his heart, and he pulled out the silver sword from his waist and attacked the man without leaving any room for anything.

The guest in black was injured. He pulled out the cold flying knife inserted into his left chest, shoulder blades and waist. When he gritted his teeth to restrain the pain, he could no longer completely avoid Dong Daofu's attack. Therefore, the black clothes on his right shoulder were scratched, revealing the snow-white inner clothes, gradually dyed with a layer of blood, which looked particularly enchanting under the cold cold moon.

He groaned in pain, covered the wound on his shoulders, his eyes were bloody, as if he was angry and sad.

Even though this man was injured, his flexible figure made Dong Daof unable to catch him.

The guest in black gritted his teeth and retreated to the Lotus Lake. When he was desperate, he suddenly held his breath and jumped into the lake water that connected to the Long River outside the mansion. He took off a layer of night clothes on his body, fell into the bottom of the lake, and disappeared.

Dong Daofu had a ferocious face and immediately wanted to jump into the lake to chase him, but was stopped by Deng Qing who rushed over.

"Dong Daofu, you can't water, don't lose your life because of a little assassin!"

Deng Qing scolded.

Dong Daof clenched his fists, his eyes coldly waiting for a ripples to be alarmed, and then turned to the Lotus Lake, which slowly recovered from tranquility, with his eyes as sharp as an eagle: "Lord, this person is the man I lost in the West Street and Alley last night. He has another accomplice around him, and he knocked me out to escape my pursuit. Now he dares to break into the Protectorate's Mansion so boldly, and he cannot get rid of it!"

Deng Qing grabbed his wrists and forced him to calm down: "Be awake and think about it calmly. Today, I have added another layer of defense to the mansion. There are elite soldiers outside the mansion, and even a mouse cannot crawl in. How can these two black-clad guests enter?"

Dong Daofu's dark eyes lit up with stars and asked, "What does the lord mean? Are these two guests in black now in the Protectorate's Mansion?"

Deng Qing replied: "Not bad."

Dong Daofu seemed to remember something, so he respectfully bowed to Deng Qing and said, "I will go check it immediately."

He quickly turned around and left. Deng Qing stared at his back and ordered the guards beside him: "Go and notify Bai Weimian, guard the lower reaches of the long river, and see people alive and corpses alive."

The guard Yingnuo bowed his hand and then trotted away from the Lotus Lake.

Deng Qing narrowed her cold eyes slightly, and her heart was filled with chills.

On the surface of the lotus lake, bare and yellow lotus leaves stand in the center, shrouded in the ruthless night, showing a scene of decay.

The black-clad guest who fell into the Lotus Lake endured the wounds of bleeding and severe pain in his body, and struggled to swim in the lake. This lake not only connects to the long river outside the Protectorate's Mansion, but also to the northwest stream on the mansion.

He tried his best to swim under the red bridge that ran through the northwest of the Deng Mansion mansion, avoided the guards who were rushing to inspect, hooked his legs and hands on the carved railing at the bottom of the red bridge, pulled his clothes open and gasped.

After the bridge gradually disappeared, he drilled out of the bridge hole, waded in the water, and climbed ashore with great difficulty.

At this moment, the mask on his face fell off due to water, revealing his original appearance - this pale and bloodless handsome face, gritting his teeth and in pain.

At present, it is absolutely impossible for him to take a detour back to his wing room with such injuries. However, Deng Qing had already noticed that the guest in black came from the mansion and was not invaded by the foreign thieves. If he could not return to the wing room, he would be suspected.

He hid in a small hole behind Cangshiguan Mountain. He shivered in the cold autumn night and fell into a state of ice and fire. His soaked inner clothes were coldly pressed against him, stimulating every meridian of his body.

His head was extremely heavy and he had lost his strength to support him. But he still bit his lower lip, trying to force himself to wake up with pain, but the wounds on his chest, shoulders, shoulders, and waist brought a more severe, knife-like pain.

He grabbed the protruding stones in the rockery cave, forced himself to stand up, and then walked through the forest path, crawled forward, and crawled hard towards the direction of the small building pavilion.

It was midnight, and the Protectorate's Mansion, which had been turned off for most of the lights, became noisy again, and servants and guards rushed into the back garden in a mess.

Dong Daofu led the people to check the number of people one by one.

The rumbling sound outside woke Jiang Chengjia, who had been sleeping soundly for a long time.

She frowned her beautiful eyebrows, stood up, lit the lamp beside the bed, landed her slender legs, walked towards the wooden door, gently pushed a gap open to check the situation outside.

Opposite the small building, there were only two guards guarding her. They talked with each other with a very serious expression.

Jiang Chengjia lowered his eyes, pushed open the door, and shouted to the two guards four or five meters away from the small building: "Brother Guard, what happened in the mansion? Why did it suddenly make a noise in the middle of the night?"

The two guards heard a soft call from behind, and immediately froze. When they turned around, they saw a thin and graceful girl standing on the wide platform in front of the small building pavilion, looking at them at this moment.

The guard replied: "Miss Shao Yan, don't panic. The thief in the mansion came out to find out the secrets. At this moment, Lord Dong is taking someone to search!"

Jiang Chengjia was slightly shocked, and jumped up on his forehead, and then asked, "The inner thief? There is actually an inner thief? How about the general of the Protector? Is he injured?"

The guard listened to it, changed into a smile and said slightly, "Girl, don't worry, there are many masters around the general, and they will not be injured."

Jiang Chengjia pretended to breathe a sigh of relief and said, "It's good that the general is not injured. But what do you need my help?"

The guard looked at each other and said, "Girl, you are just a dancer and can't help. Don't worry, the thief is injured. Just search the mansion up and down and you can find someone soon. Miss Shao Yan, please rest with peace of mind."

Jiang Chengjia nodded and said softly: "Since that's the case, I won't bother the two guards."

She stood on the front platform and looked around for a long time, looked around, and returned to the wing room of the building with concern.
Chapter completed!