If you don't go to the house, you are not a gentleman

It is not far from the dungeon to the guillotine, but Fan Xi hopes that it can be as far as the sky.

With such thoughts in mind, Fan Xi's steps became smaller and smaller, slower and slower, and An Le also hoped so. It was snowing, and it was freezing cold. They dragged it away.

However, what should arrive will still arrive.

Fan Xi stood in front of the guillotine with her mouth pursed, watching An Le being carried up the stone steps by the guards. The guards pushed her, An Le staggered and knelt on the ground with both knees.

Fan Xi raised her eyebrows.

An Le also grinned in pain, and couldn't help but smiled wryly at the guards behind him: "Can't we be kinder to dying people?"

The guards replied very bluntly: "Since he is about to die, why should he treat him kindly?"

An Le was also blocked for a while and had nothing to say, watching the big man with a big knife coming forward from a distance.

An Le blinked, slowly got up from the ground, and patted the dust near his knees.

The ghost doctor stood beside An Le, reaching out and handing over a cup of tea.

An Le smiled slightly at Fan Xi: "Your Highness, do you want to taste this cup of plum blossom tea?"

Fan Xi silently looked at the smile on An Le's eyebrows, but for some reason, felt that smile hurt her eyes more than the snowy color.

Since Fan Xi didn't answer or take it, An Le continued to hold the cup of tea, letting the snow and rain drift into the tea cup, and the two of them stubbornly stalemate.

The guards looked at Fan Xi and didn't know what to do. Since he had excused An Le, they were also afraid of being punished for interrupting their conversation.

Until the big man with the knife came to An Le's side and looked down at An Le's head.

The big man said: "Prisoner, why don't you kneel down?"

The smile on the corners of An Le's brow disappeared, and he fixedly looked at Fan Xi's cold face. He let out a long sigh, and let go of his five fingers holding the tea cup. The petals of plum blossoms are still so bright red, scattered in the snow color, they are as eye-catching as blood drops.

The teacup made of white jade was also shattered and scattered piece by piece, the crisp sound was very clear.

The guards: "..." What happened, why did you drop the tea cup when you disagreed?

Ghost doctor: "..." Baiyu's is very expensive...

Big guy: "..." Is he talking so scary?This little guy's stuff fell to the ground.

An Le said to Fan Yu, "Have I fulfilled my promise?"

Fan Yu remained silent.

An Le shrugged his shoulders indifferently, smiled very freely, and said, "Up to now, I think I have paid off everything I owe you. From now on, we will owe nothing to anyone!"

Fan Xi glanced at the debris at his feet, and after a while, he said coldly, "Execution—"

As if awakened from a dream, the guards pinned Anle to the ground with his chin resting on a short wooden stake. The big man immediately raised his knife and pointed it at Anle's neck.

The ghost doctor pressed An Le's arm and knelt beside the big man.

The big man moved very neatly, with a lift and a wave, the blade cut through the air and slashed at Anle's neck!

The ghost doctor was terrified when he saw it, and then his eyes widened - An Le didn't have any intention of avoiding it at all!

Seeing the knife edge hanging on Anle's neck, the ghost doctor suddenly swept his leg and kicked the big man's calf!

The big man staggered, and cut An Le's neck with the blade, leaving a shallow wound.

Fan Xi also took a small step at this moment, the blood from An Le's neck splashed out, and fell in the snow, against the red plum petals, coquettish and dazzling.

The ghost doctor kicked the big man away and pulled An Le up.

"Are you crazy!"

An Le frowned and covered his wound, he smiled bitterly and said, "I don't think there should be any."

The ghost doctor was still angry, and he clenched his right hand into a fist and slammed An Le's cheek!

An Le didn't hide, and received a punch from him, but before the ghost doctor could say anything, Fan Xi's punch immediately knocked him down to the ground.

Ghost doctor: "..."

An Le: "..."

Ghost doctor: "..." You cheated!

An Le: "..." Wronged...

Fan Xi said coldly: "Take them down."

An Le turned around, and the medicinal powder hidden in her sleeve spilled out, blown by the wind, and dispersed.

The ghost doctor pulled out a blood-red oil-paper umbrella from nowhere, and the hard ribs of the umbrella blocked the swords of the guards one after another.

"Catch them all alive!"

Fan Xi's expression completely changed when he saw An Le, as cold as a dead pool.

An Le didn't care, for him, this was just a small part of his calculation.

He backed up a few steps, and the effect of the medicine powder gradually began to take effect, and the guards obviously became much slower. The ghost doctor retracted his umbrella in an instant, opened a line between him and the guards, grabbed An Le and ran away without any hesitation. .

They never looked back, ran forward recklessly, flew over cornices, stepped over dead branches, and amidst the snow, two figures quickly rushed into a street.

A young man was waiting against the wall with a long knife on his back and a lamp in his left hand.

The sword ghost looked at the blood stains on the corner of the ghost doctor's clothes, raised his eyebrows and said, "You really need me to go?"

An Le sadly touched her wound that was still bleeding.

Holding the umbrella, the ghost doctor pointed at the tip of An Le's nose, and said viciously, "What about your so-called escape plan? It's just letting a big knife stab into the throat, right?"

An Le smiled slightly: "The purpose of my plan is to escape, isn't it perfect now?"

Dao Gui listened, and probably guessed what was going on, he snorted, "Come with me."

This alley is very deep, and there are about dozens of households, but the gatehouses are closed tightly, as are the windows, and An Le can't feel the atmosphere of being inhabited at all.

At the end of the alley is a large courtyard, but here the iron gate is wide open, revealing the desolate scene in the courtyard.

Just as An Le was about to speak, he saw a thin man walking out in gray clothes, with disheveled hair and tired eyes.

An Le couldn't help sighing, "Baili, it's been a long time since I saw you, did you torture yourself like this?"

Baili shrugged tiredly and said, "Do you think I want to?"

Dao Gui said: "Our arrest warrant will come down soon, let's think about how to escape now."

An Le smiled, "Didn't you guys think about it a long time ago?"

The ghost doctor raised his eyebrows and said, "I only think about me and this brat, I don't care about you two."

An Le slightly restrained her smile, "I originally planned to meet the master."

"..."

Everyone was silent.

An Le continued: "At least try to be filial."

The ghost doctor said: "It's really remote there, it's a good place to hide."

But Baili said, "I won't go."

An Le raised her eyebrows and said, "Or do you prefer to stay here and wait to be caught by Fan Yu?"

Baili snorted coldly: "Am I as stupid as you? I have my own ideas."

Knowing that Baili has always been a maverick, doing things in his own way.

The four ghosts went their separate ways again.

……

In contrast, Fan Xi was quite consistent with the ideas of his subordinates.

"That bastard Anle, bring him back alive!"

Fan Xi rubbed the teapot brought out from the dungeon, thinking of An Le's refusal that "we owe no one to anyone", he felt a surge of anger in his heart.

Suddenly, he paused with his fingers rubbing the teapot.

Slowly, Fan Xi pointed the back of the teapot at his face, frowning.

"Hi An Le—"