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The wind blew, and Shanxiu glanced at it with satisfaction, the corners of the robe at the foot of the wall, and sure enough, when it came to the edict, what about the prince who was left behind! Such a trap, of course, he couldn't jump alone!

And something even stranger than these also shocked Shanxiu, it seemed that because he opened his mouth and admitted that he knew the reason for the bone comb, those who had been nervous about him, the man in black was like a spider who opened a long silk web, swam in a straight line, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

So, what do they mean...... Shanxiu thought quietly, he should almost help lure the prince to fish. In other words, the invitation to the prince was done by himself.

Although, looking at it now, I feel that everything is arranged by Ming Qi. However, there is only one thing that seems to be difficult to explain, that is, if this is really Mingqi's arrangement, then he will definitely not involve Yizhen in it.

But when I think about it, I feel that if Yizhen is added to it, it will be the most finishing touch in this trap.

Then, Shan Xiu glanced at the retreating figures of the black-clothed men a few more times, but did they forget one thing, if he couldn't catch up with them, he wouldn't have gotten the location where the trap was laid.

But how to get the prince's people to rush to that unknown place first.

Shanxiu was suddenly reminded by the smell of the stimulated bone comb.

The trail of the prince behind him has also disappeared.

The eternally impulsive prince seemed to have taken the lead when he was still worried about how to remind him of the direction.

Look at how everything has automatically developed like this. Shan repaired the folds of Lisheng's robe and looked at Yizhen, but what he wanted to say had not really been said, and there were already small servants in his house running over in a panic, and being able to catch up with his family was obviously the part he didn't expect, and he suddenly lay at Shanxiu's feet, what to say. Shanxiu thought of Yizhen beside him, squatted down and let the little guy speak directly in his ear.

After the little servant finished those words, his eyes fell to the ground tiredly, but Shanxiu's face did not rise into any special expression. It's just that he has long been accustomed to natural indifference.

In fact, Yizhen, who was close at hand, couldn't hear what the little guy said. Anyway, she's used to their tricks.

But in his resolute rise, Yizhen still felt a little nervousness that he had tried to suppress but was still revealed, and thought that he would ignore her well-intentioned traps and send her home directly as he did every time, but in the next moment he felt him holding her hand.

It was a very abrupt feeling, like the whole body suddenly immersed in the clear stream full of moonlight and flowers, and you could feel the feeling of trust. She knew that her face must have unconsciously showed a happy affirmation.

They quickly went in the same direction. Contrary to the trust that Yizhen thought, Shanxiu was thinking that if it was Mingqi, if there were still people alive, Yizhen would become the only magic weapon to save them.

At the same time, the crown prince, who had already caught up with them, also quickened his pace. Those physical pains were temporarily forgotten by him outside of this moment. In my mind, I just repeatedly rotated the edict, the edict. And the letter to the guards of the East Palace with a flying pigeon has already been released, and the smell of the bone comb that makes the blood flow backwards all over the body, if he guessed correctly, should be the direction of Shili Pavilion. The cavalry team that he had prepared to deliver the book to Mobei was of unexpected use right now, and he was sure that they would definitely arrive there before Shanxiu.

"General Huancheng received a fake order from the prince, and on the way back from Zhongji, he was hit by the ambush master, and at this time there was more than one luck. The little guy's voice was just a whisper, but when it fell on the heart of the good cultivator, it became a thunderous sound. It seems that too many things have happened in this day, and what happened to Huancheng is also connected to Mingqi's strategy. Even now, there is nothing wrong with assuming that everything is done by Ming Qi, because his heart is ruthless and will never change for anyone. At this time, after all, he didn't care where the prince went.

While directly chasing the strange and arrogant smell that was not hidden in the air, Donggong Yuwei also sent someone to pick up the prince on a fast horse and go with him. Yes, the prince was the first to catch up with that taste.

The scene in front of him made everyone present take a big breath of cold air.

The place where the scent ended was only where the dead bodies lay and the few remaining dying soldiers.

The head of the Donggong Yuwei, seeing that the progress of the matter was a little weird, frowned, and immediately turned around, wanting to ask the prince who had just arrived to show him, but the soldiers who were still there and had not completely lost their combat effectiveness rushed forward without distinguishing between the enemy and me. It was quickly ended under the knife of Donggong Yuwei.

Before they could fully settle down, under the layers of dead bodies, there was an ironclad general who suddenly turned over the corpse and rushed out. Standing on flesh and blood, like a mad demon resurrected from the dead. Everyone present shuddered at the moment.

The prince was taken aback, and then recognized, "This person is a red-eyed Huancheng." "Because of his identity as a good cultivator and a brother, everyone in the imperial capital knows it.

At this time, Huan Cheng was dripping all over his body, and he didn't know if it was his own or someone else's blood. Against the backdrop of the dappled shade, it looks extraordinary, terrifying and cautious.

The guards behind the prince immediately surrounded the prince, and some rushed forward and raised their swords to slash Huancheng.

But the vast force that emanated from Huancheng's hands quickly shattered the blades in their hands, and that panicked expression had not yet been completed, and he had already become Huancheng's knife ghost.

The prince tightened his eyes, and looked down again, the few Yu guards who didn't know whether they had fainted or died, were firmly attracted by the wounds on their bodies, and slowly squatted down, turned the body of one of the guards over, and looked carefully, "If I am not mistaken, he should have been seriously injured a long time ago, and now it is just the end of the strong crossbow, and this fatal knife wound has been insufficient at the end, then, the wound on his body should be on his right chest." ”

The prince immediately stood up and loudly commanded his guards to concentrate all their forces on Huancheng's right chest.

This method quickly paid off.

At the beginning, Huancheng, who had not been able to get close to people, not only did his attack power become sharply reduced, but even his parrying skills became more and more sluggish.

The prince finally let out a long breath, and it felt as if he had finally become separated from such an incredible danger.

The bloodied figure standing with his back to the sun was finally slashed to the ground by a guard.

It was at that moment that the prince suddenly thought of the true intention of the person who designed it. When he raised his head again, his face had already brought a look of horror, and the faces of the characters that appeared in his sight had turned his fear into reality.