Xiao Jing looked at the girl who was standing straight in front of her, with a murderous aura, a melon seed face, red phoenix eyes, a high nose bridge, and a small mouth, this is a big beauty who is alive and well! I'm afraid that participating in Miss World is not a champion, it is also at the runner-up level, why do you run to your side?

"Did your master let you come and destroy me or humiliate me?" Xiao Jing asked with a sneer.

"Protect you!" She is not verbose, nor is she too lazy to salute, her nature is simple and neat, except for Mo Qianchen in this life, she has never knelt for others!

Xiao Jing circled around her and nodded, "Go back!" Tell your master, I don't need it! ”

Who knew that before Xiao Jing could turn around, she took out a soft sword from her waist and handed it to Xiao Jing indifferently: "The master said, you either accept me or kill me!" I can't live to be in front of him alone anyway. Although she was calm on her face, she had to admire Xiao Jing's meticulous observation in her heart, she couldn't tell that she was the person next to her master if she didn't look at herself carefully.

Xiao Jinghe sneered: "Does he Mo Qianchen want to die?" ”

"The master said that because I still want to die, I will be put next to you!" She herself had to admire her master, how did she know what Xiao Jing was going to say, and she was ready to reply in advance.

"Go down, go down," Xiao Jing waved his hand, and Mo Qianchen's triumphant mouth seemed to have a smug smile on his face.

With the windshield wiper, he calmly pinned the sword to his waist, turned around and simply returned to stand guard outside the door, making Xiao Jing really speechless.

Shengqing Palace

Mo Qianchen sat in the study reading without moving, and appeared on the side with the wind, wanting to speak and stopping.

"Say? When did you procrastinate like a street woman? ”

With the wind, he immediately moved to the front as if he had been liberated, and asked, "Lord Wang!" Do you say that according to Miss Xiao's personality, will she accept Suiyu? "I'm anxious with the wind.

Mo Qianchen closed the book unhurriedly, frowned, and weighed it for a moment before replying, "This...... I don't know! ”

Sui Feng was really speechless, and he returned to him and stood behind him without saying anything, it was useless to say anyway.

"But according to my guess, she has already accepted my gift!" After a long time, Mo Qianchen said this sentence leisurely, and he directly fell with the wind and thunder.

The corners of Mo Qianchen's mouth rose, "They should come back tomorrow!" ”

Suifeng was stunned, "According to the itinerary, it's time to come back, but I don't know how many people are left!" ”

Mo Qianchen put down the book, a soft light flashed in his eyes, if he knew that there would be such a big death and injury if he looked for medicine once, then how could he be willing to let them go?

Quietly, neither of them spoke again, and there was a trace of sadness in the study, it was the secret guard who had been with him for nearly fifteen years, he would rather die himself than they would risk it for themselves, but how did he know that the group of people would rather sacrifice the lives of all of them than their prince to be injured once.

On the day of the day, Xiao Jing was invited to the Shengqing Palace, looking at the five corpses lying in the courtyard, yes, it was five, they were all wearing them, but they were wearing the same clothes, combing the same hair, and there were still undried blood stains on their faces, covering their mouths with the rain but not making a sound, sobbing, trying to hide the grief and anger in their bodies.

Xiao stood quietly, without any expression, not long ago, they were kneeling in front of themselves and begging themselves to save their prince, the majestic request, the earth-shattering roar seemed to be still around their ears, but now they were lying quietly in front of them, bloodstained, missing arms and legs, just to stand opposite the man with the same expression as themselves.

Mo Qianchen stood quietly, did not cry or laugh, did not roar or make trouble, just quietly wrote down their names, "Bury them in the cemetery, away from my grave, in the next life, don't meet me again...... lest there be the same encounter as in this life."

"Lord Wang......" shouted with the wind, he knew their thoughts, he knew that they wanted to follow him in the next life, even though they lost their lives for him in this life.

"Muqing, Xijiang, Chengyuan, Gao Song, Jian Feng......" Sui Yu's tears wet the hands covering his mouth, silently reciting their names in his heart, separated for many years, when they said goodbye, it turned out to be a parting, and what they saw was their already cold bodies.

Jian Feng, the girl with swordsmanship like a god, the twelfth generation disciple of the swordsman family, the only female disciple, she once made an appointment with herself to meet again, she must have lived by the prince's side, but now?