After a burst of dizziness, Zhong Lan was picked up by the man who appeared on the scene and thrown behind him. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Without the slightest feeling of pity for the jade, the grim-looking Surrey only left an afterglow, and with a wave of the long sword inlaid with delicate gems in his hand, the sharp tip pointed at the female prince who was suddenly robbed of the object in his arms.

The handsome but gloomy man curled his lips coldly and looked at the female vampire prince with disdain, "What species is this?" Are my slaves also at your mercy? ”

The low, hoarse voice undisguised his killing intent was released.

The battle between the two is on the verge of breaking out.

Neither side gave the other room to buffer, and Sarri was summoned for only ten minutes before drawing his sword and going to war. And the female prince was still in the rage of being robbed, and her pale cheeks seemed to be dyed red with anger.

And Zhong Lan was lying weakly on the edge of the train tunnel, only listening to the battle between the two sides with his ears sideways, and at the same time slowly brewing his gradually recovering mental power.

The effect of sensory closure still exists, although it paralyzes the pain, but because of the loss of vision, Zhong Lan's sense of hearing has become very keen, and the battle picture of the two is basically framed just by the sound of the wind and the sound of swords facing each other.

The female prince did not seem to have any intention of using ice or light fire, and the speed was not as amazing as before. Sarri also had a flash, and in front of the increasingly weakened female prince, it was Sarri's speed that was slightly better.

However, against vampires, physical attacks are not enough.

In just a few encounters, the Lady Prince and Sarri touched each other's strength to the same extent. Surrey, who has a lot of experience in combat, did not give the prince a chance to break through the defense at close range, and the sword in his hand cut the palm of the prince, so that she would not be broken.

The battle, and that will continue.

But Zhong Lan couldn't afford to drag on the time war.

Her legs can't move, in fact, as long as the female prince really wants to kill her, she can be killed directly, but she just can't understand it...... Her thoughts.

All the accidents that have occurred so far have started with the appearance of this female prince, and what does the constant murmuring of "my Zhuoer" refer to, and her attitude towards herself is also unexpectedly wrong.

At the critical moment of life and death in the old department, she did not save those people who loved her, but held on to herself. If it's an old feud...... What kind of enmity can she Zhong Lan have with her?

If Lovell's death, she couldn't see how much the prince cared about the knight.

"Just a small human being." The female prince sighed, and the tails of her eyes hooked, adding a few soul-devouring flavors to the prince. The whole body swelled with a strong killing intent, and the thick pressure rushed towards Surrey, who was facing her sword, and at the same time, the golden light in her eyes became more and more abundant, and the liquid that flowed down like tears "soared" and burned.

The flames surrounded Surrey in the middle, and the blood-dripping sword seemed to be firmly glued to Surrey's hand, even if he stood in the firelight, the man was still tall, and only provoked the end as if mockingly: "Little slave, what kind of monster are you messing with?" ~”

The flames were about to scorch the corner of Surrey's clothes, and the Princeess, who was standing in the outer circle, ignored him and turned to Zhong Lan, who was lying in the corner without the slightest movement.

Surrey's icy gaze seemed to penetrate the flames and meet the female prince, he reached out and easily unbuttoned a button, the sword in his hand raised again, and the face of the other side reflected by the light was deep and charming, and only a pair of ice blue eyes told him to the extreme of anger.

"My slave ~ can only be mine ~ "

A mouthful of blood spat out from the tip of his tongue, and the sword soaked in the essence of his master's essence was so bright that he rushed straight out without caring about his back that was burned by the light, and every step he took. He seemed to be unconscious of the pain of the gradual melting of the flesh on his back, and when the sword was back against the back of the female prince, Sarri chuckled: "You ......"

Zhong Lan lowered his head and silently recited the last number.

Unfortunately, just a little bit.

Surrey's sword pierced the back of the prince's heart, but unfortunately the whole person, including the sword, turned into an illusion.

Because -- it's been ten minutes!!

The tips of Zhong Lan's ears moved slightly, and he pulled up the corners of his lips with a smile, and raised his head to "look" at the female prince. And the princess hung down, as if to touch her.

It's a pity that the sudden expansion of spiritual power between the two shook the female prince back a step back, and the corners of the latter's pure white mouth were soaked with blood.

Then Zhong Lan pointed the dagger at him with his backhand, and was about to return to the city when suddenly a gravity pulled him up. Zhong Lan, who couldn't see anything, could only hear the constant rough panting in his ears.

He seemed to be being carried on his back, and the man below him kept running, running out desperately in a lame position.

Without time to care about who saved him, Zhong Lan suddenly felt the killing intent transmitted from behind him, the strings in his brain suddenly tightened, and he suddenly drew out his spiritual power and erected a spiritual barrier behind the two.

Sure enough, only a "boom" was heard, and the spiritual barrier behind him shattered, but it finally blocked an attack from the female prince.

Even if the speed of the pursuing prince slowed down, it was faster than the person under him.

Zhong Lan, who drained the mental power that had finally recovered, had to grit his teeth, desperate for this line of hope, and constantly squeezed out more mental power from his mind, the pain of overdrawing mental power was far more uncomfortable than the physical pain, and the feeling of mental destruction and decay could not be shielded by the closed senses.

While wrapping the two of them with a strong spiritual shield, he continued to hinder the attack of the female prince behind him.

The train tunnel is not long, but it has been running for a long time.

By the time Zhong Lan felt the cool breeze of the night outside, her face was covered in blood, her empty left eye and godless right eye were stained with blood, looking like a bloody corpse in the moonlight.

As soon as he got out of the periphery, he was supported by the waiting Okili and Faju.

Ao Qili couldn't smile when she looked at Zhong Lan like this, so she could only lower her head and wrap the long chain around her arm, "Still can't you?" ”

But Fashu was silent, and he looked up at the white figure standing quietly at the mouth of the train tunnel, not knowing what he was thinking.

In order to help the former prince recuperate and recover as soon as possible, the old ministry deliberately chose this place that was more suitable for them to lurk and fight, in order to hide the former prince, and several knights dedicated their strength to set a ban to protect the prince in it.

At the same time, it also restricted the prince from taking half a step out of the tunnel.

The remnants of the old ministry outside were cleared by the two knights, and now only the only king remained in the tunnel.

But today's forces have shown them what it means to be "unprovoked."

Zhong Lan leaned weakly on the body of the person who came, and said the last sentence weakly: "Thank you for coming back, Zhuzhiqu." ”

Although you are weak, so weak that I don't want to ignore and ignore you, but ...... Thank you. (To be continued.) )