Don't Ask Where People Go After Time Travel

Chapter 1548 Limit

Su Yun looked at the person in front of him, suppressed the anger in his chest, and said coldly: "Tell me, who sent you here?"

"Your Majesty, Master Su." The man dressed as a guard looked respectful, but in fact he was arrogant. "Master Su said that if the young master continues to be so stubborn, it will be a matter of time that the Su family is ruined. Rather than doing this, it is better to end it as soon as possible. He has already done this. You have written your resignation.”

"Father, are you... threatening me?" Su Yun gritted his teeth, and the guard raised his eyes slightly, "It's not a threat. The young master is not suitable for officialdom. Master Su just fulfilled his responsibilities as a father and chose a better path for you. ”

"A better way?" Su Yun sneered, "Father, did you think so when you sent your uncle's family to leave Beijing?"

"Everything Lord Su does is for the Su family." The guard raised his head, looked at Su Yun levelly and said, "As long as someone is chosen by Lord Su, that is the best way."

"Bastard!" Su Yun swept the pen, ink, paper and inkstone off the desk, but the guard just looked at him coldly without any reaction, like a stiff puppet.

"My lord, Sir Su's patience is limited. He only gives you three days." The guard relayed: "If my lord has not changed his mind after three days, he will only be offended."

Su Yun's face was full of disbelief, and he subconsciously took two steps back, teetering on the verge of collapse.

At the same time, Zhuge Yu looked at the uninvited guest in the room with a very ugly expression on his face, "What did grandfather say?"

"Boss Zhuge ordered me to tell the second young master to return to the capital as soon as possible and not to stir up the muddy waters in the southeast." The young man stood with his head bowed, "I also ask the second young master not to embarrass me."

"If I don't go back to the capital, how will you stay?" Zhuge Yu said every word as if squeezed out from between his teeth. The boy remained indifferent, "The second young master has been in poor health since he was a child. Now that he can't survive the storm in the capital, he will commit suicide." Please go back to your hometown in Jiang’an to rest.”

"How are you?" Fang Zilan pulled Hongtai to stand up straight and took a quick look at him. She could only see that he was covered in blood and could not tell the severity of his injuries.

"It's okay, you won't die." Hong Tai forced a curl of his lips, as if wanting to reassure Fang Zilan, but he clearly couldn't even stand steadily.

Fang Zilan opened her mouth, and her concerned words finally turned into a sentence, "Can you use the Thousand Bows Crossbow?"

"What do you mean?" Hong Tai coughed and vomited blood. Before Fang Zilan could explain to him further, she saw the monk next to her staggering towards her.

"I can." The monk stretched out his hand to Fang Zilan. She was skeptical, but still handed the only Thousand Bows Crossbow to him. "Gen position, Kun position, choose one of the two."

"Are you sure?" The monk frowned. Fang Zilan snorted coldly, "You only have one chance to attack."

"Senior Brother Yue, you..." Bai Moci just opened his mouth, but was interrupted by the monk, "I hate Zixiu, but if I want to seek revenge on her, I have to kill her."

Fang Zilan glanced at the monk and said, "If you can hit the target with one strike, you will be qualified to seek revenge on me."

"You're still trying to provoke others at a time like this?" Hong Tai laughed dumbly, leaning close to Fang Zilan's ear and whispering, "Since you dare to go to Zhongling Mountain, you must have a backup plan, right?"

"If we keep it, I'm afraid it's useless." Fang Zilan tightened her grip on the plum sword. Even if Zhou Lang led his troops here, a thousand men against a thousand bows and crossbows would be just a drop in the bucket.

"Find a chance and take Awan away." Hongtai said softly without hesitation, "I'll cover you."

"You?" Fang Zilan suddenly laughed out loud, "You are so injured that you can't even withstand a single blow from me. What can you do to cover my retreat?" "I..." Hongtai wanted to say something else, but Fang Zilan said in a self-deprecating tone, "It seems that you are really unlucky and will become a pile of dry bones."

Hongtai's heart sank, and he saw Fang Zilan blocking in front of him, shouting to the few remaining Jianghu people in the square: "Now that Ghost Gate is here, my life and yours are hanging by a thread."

She paused, as if she didn't care about exposing her own shortcomings. "If you want to live, you might as well put aside your hatred for the time being and unite to face the ghost gate. After tonight, as long as you are still alive, you can come to me to seek revenge."

"Are you crazy?" Hong Tai growled, but Fang Zilan ignored him. She just stared at the embarrassed people in front of her and reported their locations one by one.

That was the direction she had roughly determined based on the fireworks and silver light when she rushed back just now. With her own strength, she couldn't do it in two places, but if everyone present took action together, there might be a chance of survival.

However, Fang Zilan only received a long silence in response. She pursed her lips and pointed the plum sword at everyone, "Since this is the case, in order to avoid being attacked from all sides, I can only kill you first, and then fight with the Ghost Gate."

"Wait a minute." Bai Moci stood up and said resolutely: "Miss Zixiu, I will go to Kun's position."

After he finished speaking, he bowed to the monk again and said, "Brother Yue, the position of Gen is now handed over to you."

"Okay." The monk nodded slightly, watching Bai Moci's back disappear from his sight, and heard Fang Zilan's voice in his ears, "Bai Moci, for the sake of Master Ran Deng, I will go and collect your body."

Hearing this, Hong Tai smiled. Just as he was about to speak, he heard a hoarse female voice suddenly sounded, "Daomen Huo Chun'er, I am willing to put aside my grudges for the time being and fight against Guimen. Everyone from Daomen, follow me."

Fang Zilan bowed to Huo Chun'er. She did not return the greeting, but raised her head and said, "Zixiu, I don't care who you are. Blood debt must be paid with blood."

"I am here, waiting for Miss Huo." Fang Zilan watched Huo Chun'er and several people from Daomen leave, but heard a burst of ridicule, "Zixiu, are you planning to disperse everyone and kill them one by one?"

"Do I need to deal with you?" Fang Zilan smiled coldly, then looked at the monk, "This... Senior Brother Yue?"

"Shut up, you are not worthy to call me that." The monk's face turned cold, but Fang Zilan was not annoyed. She said calmly: "You may not have seen it clearly just now. This time, you must look carefully."

As soon as she finished speaking, the monk had already pulled the trigger of the Thousand Bows Crossbow.

In an instant, silver light burst out and rushed straight towards the Gen position. The speed and power were both jaw-dropping.

At the same time, silver light also came straight towards them from the other side. Some of the silver light collided with each other, and actually created sparks in the air, making the night sky seem as bright as day.

"There is more than one Thousand Bow Crossbow." Hong Tai's expression was gloomy, and the monk's face was also gloomy. "If the location Zi Xiu said is correct, there are at least four more."

"Can you still use the one in your hand?" Fang Zilan glanced over and the monk shook his head, "No, this Thousand Bows Crossbow can only be used three times at most."

"What do you mean?" Fang Zilan looked suspicious. The monk explained in a rare friendly voice, "The Thousand Bows Crossbow is extremely powerful, and ordinary materials can't withstand it. Three times is the limit."