After the firecrackers are ignited and fired, it takes a certain amount of time to reload and re-ignite. In order to better operate the firecrackers on the battlefield, many formations have been tested.

Fireguns are not suitable as weapons when fighting alone.

But being chopped by a knife does not necessarily mean death. Being injured by a fire gun will cause an ugly death.

There was a sound piercing the sky in the darkness. Yan Yunhe raised the fire gun with both hands flat to block the incoming golden knife.

Yu Qin didn't know where he learned the technique. It was sinister and vicious, and every move was extremely cunning.

Yan Yunhe learned from the upright sect, but learned to judge crises on the battlefield. Even in a completely dark environment, he relied on his keen intuition to fend off several fatal knives.

After less than a few rounds of fighting between the two, the burning line had reached its end, and Yan Yunhe clearly heard Yu Qin's rapid breathing.

When facing death, Yan Yunhe didn't know what Yu Qin was thinking.

At this moment, an old voice sounded outside the house. The old servant of the Yu family heard the noise and called the young master outside the house.

Life and death are always at stake on the battlefield, and Yan Yunhe's beast-like intuition allows him to capture countless moments of enemy hesitation.

Just that moment can determine life or death.

The moment he adapted to the darkness, the copper muzzle pressed against Yu Qin's forehead.

There was a faint light from the lantern in the hands of the old servant outside the house, shining through the window paper and shining on Yan Yunhe's face.

Those golden eyes that shrank due to excitement were clearly reflected in Yu Qin's eyes.

Yan Yunhe softly mouthed: "Bang!"

There was silence everywhere except for the sound of the old servant knocking on the door.

The burning wire was extinguished in the copper pipe, and nothing happened. There were no exploding ammunition and no bloody scenes.

In this confrontation in the dark, there is no life or death, only victory or defeat.

Yu Qin stared at Yan Yunhe silently, his lips slowly pursed.

Those affectionate eyes were vivid and intense at this moment, with a hint of fire. This was the first time since their reunion that he had shown such vivid emotions to Yan Yunhe, although it was anger.

"It would be a pity if such a beautiful head, Commander-in-Chief, is really broken." Yan Yunhe said with a smile.

The fire gun slowly slid down from Yu Qin's forehead, and the cold iron touched the warm flesh, caressing it, and stopped at his chin.

It's like a provocation full of attack, and like a touch of hidden desire.

The copper muzzle was stained with the smell of gunpowder. It was something that Yan Yunhe brought back to the capital from the battlefield and had truly killed people.

His blood was stained on it, and even if it was wiped countless times, there were still dark lines.

Yu Qin did not pay attention to the murder weapon pressed against his face for the first time. Instead, the old servant outside the room said: "Uncle Wu, I'm fine. I just accidentally knocked over the oil lamp. You should rest."

Yan Yunhe frowned. Wrinkled, he patted Yu Qin's cheek with a firecracker dissatisfied. Although he didn't actually reload the ammunition, it was really annoying for Yu Qin to ignore him like this.

In an instant, Yan Yunhe retreated suddenly, almost to the beam.

A row of cold silver needles dug deep into the ground along the direction in which he retreated.

The hard bluestone can be broken. If it were pierced into a human body, wouldn't you be able to experience the bone-deep feeling right away?

"You don't even care about our friendship at all. Master Yu is so cruel." Yan Yunhe sighed, but there was no disappointment in his tone, but instead he was full of interest.

Yan Yunhe raised his hand and waved, and the oil lamp in the room was lit again. In the flickering candlelight, those ruthless and unintentional beautiful eyes were still there.

There is love, but it is only towards the old servants in the mansion, the Queen Mother in the palace, and the subordinates who follow her, but not towards him.

"Master Yan is joking." Sure enough, Yu Qin immediately retorted.

As soon as he finished speaking, a gust of palm wind hit Yanyun He's face. As soon as he blocked it, he felt a burst of dark wind three inches below his navel. If it weren't for his strong martial arts, he would have been inhumane here today.

"Master Yu, you are trying to cut off the bloodline of my Yan family." Yan Yunhe drew out the soft sword at his waist and blocked the incoming golden knife with ease.

Yu Qin narrowed his eyes slightly, not wanting to talk nonsense.

Why did Yanyun dare to break into the residence of the commander of the Jinyi Guards at night? Even if he was executed on the spot, no one would dare to say a word.

"If I become inhumane and unable to marry a wife in the future, will my lord be responsible?"

Yan Yunhe kept attacking, blocking whenever he could and avoiding when he couldn't. This fully reflected his daily demeanor of being a scoundrel and a scoundrel!

After walking dozens of steps, in the already simple hall, several chairs were destroyed and bowls and chopsticks were broken on the floor.

"Master Yu is so beautiful, it is not impossible to marry him into the family, but I, the wife of the wife of the Yan family, cannot be so aggressive." Yan Yunhe slapped Yu Qin's left shoulder with his palm, old and new hatreds welled up in his heart, and in his palm It contains extremely deep inner strength, even if it cannot kill people, it will never make people feel better.

When his palm fell on the seemingly thin shoulder, he was surprised.

The internal energy was sucked in like a fish entering the sea, and what came back was the coldness.

He took a few steps back with a gloomy expression, stopped being carefree, and looked directly at Yu Qin: "What kind of evil skills have you practiced?"

Ten years ago, Yu Qin was not good at martial arts, but now his internal strength is unfathomable.

Yan Yunhe is already a rare prodigy in martial arts. If Yu Qin had not followed other methods, he would never have been able to maintain a stalemate with him till now.

In everything, there are gains and losses, and all the quick success methods spread in the world have to pay the price of blood and tears.

Some are possessed by demons, some have severed meridians, and some are burning with life.

Yu Qin sheathed his sword and said, "What does it have to do with you?"

Yan Yunhe tightened his jaw. He really shouldn't meddle in other people's business. Such a ignorant, heartless, and empty-handed person is not worth any thought.

"Isn't the impeachment of the imperial envoy a good thing done by Mr. Yu?" Yan Yunhe asked straight to the point.

Even if he knew that this could only be done by the powerful and all-pervasive Jin Yiwei, he couldn't help but ask, as if he couldn't give up until he heard this man admit it.

"If you drink during the war, you will inevitably be punished by military law. Your Majesty is kind and has not punished you. Why do you have any dissatisfaction?" Yu Qin replied.

This sounds like it's a pity that Yan Yunhe didn't receive any punishment.

This was a rare occasion for Yu Qin to have a banquet with him, so why did he say such a long speech, even though every word was not pleasing to the ears.

Yan Yunhe tidied up a lot before coming to Yu Mansion to stay.

The wound on his forehead needed to be covered with a bandage, which looked disgraceful, so he ordered the doctor in the palace to gather the red cloth into a narrow bundle and cover the wound as a bandage. At first glance, he thought it was a decorative forehead wiping.

Not only that, Master Yan was dressed in a brocade robe, with beautiful jade on his waist, and even his boots were inlaid with gold and embroidered with silver. He was so rich and noble that he could not tell the slightest bit about the embarrassment he looked like in the palace during the day.

If he hadn't been holding a blunderbuss, he would have looked like an aristocratic young man from some private meeting with his lover, dressed up so coquettishly.

While Yu Qin was sizing him up, Yan Yunhe tapped his palm with a fire gun and was also sizing up Yu Qin.

The Jin Yiwei should have gone off duty long ago, so why did Yu Qin return home at this hour.

Suddenly his pupils shrank, and he reached out to grab the opponent's collar, but was commanded to wave him away with his palm.

During the movement, the skirt of the red official robe loosened a little, and the white lining showed a trace of blush that was very similar to the official robe.