Although those men in black paused, they still slashed at the men in black with knives without hesitation, that was just a secret guard, how could they be frightened by a small secret guard?

Yan Xiaomo flew up and hit those men in black, not noticing that the sight in the carriage had been following her.

It wasn't until two black-clothed men slashed towards the carriage that Zhao Yun came out of the carriage, there was no silver gun in his hand, but there was an extra cold and shining sword, and he went to the dinner today, so he didn't bring his own silver gun, only wore a sharp sword with him.

"He is Zhao Yun, take his head and take it back to commemorate our general." The man in black glared at Zhao Yun fiercely, they were here to take Zhao Yun's life today.

Zhao Yun landed on the roof gracefully, unfolded the fan leisurely, hooked the corners of his mouth slightly, and said calmly: "Then it depends on your ability." ”

There are more people who want to take his head, and there are not less than one or two, but no one has ever succeeded in taking his head.

Zhao Yun's words fell, and the two black-clothed men attacked Zhao Yun, and a fierce look flashed in their eyes.

Yan Xiaomo's side was quickly killed, one of the three secret guards died, one of them had a broken arm, and the other was injured, it is estimated that only Yan Xiaomo had no scars on his body, but his black clothes were stained with other people's blood, fortunately, he couldn't see it, but he could smell a slight smell of blood.

Zhao Yun's assistant Zhao Dingding was also injured, but they were all skin injuries.

The two black-clothed men who dealt with Zhao Yun were not Zhao Yun's opponents at all, and they were played by Zhao Yun.

Zhao Yun suddenly stopped, as if he had had had enough, and threw the fan in his hand, only to see that the fan bone turned into a sharp blade, and the heads of the two people were cut off with a flying turn.

"Your Excellency's head, take it." The corner of Zhao Yun's mouth provoked an evil smile, the fan flew back, and Zhao Yun reached out and grabbed the fan.

Yan Xiaomo looked at the corpse on the ground, a little disgusted, and the smell of blood in the air made her a little uncomfortable.

She couldn't believe that she had killed so many people just now, but fortunately, these people were all bad people, and Yan Xiaomo would not have so much guilt in her heart.

Suddenly, a black shadow covered the moonlight in front of Yan Xiaomo, Yan Xiaomo raised her head slightly, stared at the man in front of her with a pair of clear and beautiful eyes, blinked slightly, and her heart suddenly jumped.

Zhao Yun must have discovered his identity.

"Miss Dugu Er?" Zhao Yun's voice was slightly hoarse.

Yan Xiaomo coughed dryly twice and said, "I, I'm not Dugu Meng, I'm Yan Xiaomo." ”

"Oh?" Zhao Yun raised his eyebrows slightly, raised his hand to wipe a blood stain on the woman's face, he thought it was a wound that was accidentally cut during the fight, but then after a closer look, he found that it was stained with other people's blood.

"I'm your secret guard now." Yan Xiaomo emphasized that Zhao Yun's appearance of smiling but not smiling made Yan Xiaomo feel a little flustered.

Zhao Yun turned around and instructed Zhao Dingding, "Bring some people over and deal with it here, the dinner is about to start, I'll bring it." ”

There was still a good show in the evening, and he couldn't be absent.

"Yes." Zhao Dingding nodded respectfully, and glanced at Yan Xiaomo with complicated eyes, this Yan Xiaomo turned out to be a woman, and he didn't even notice it.