Late at night, the camp slowly calmed down. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Yang Zheming lay on the bed and closed his eyes to recuperate, and suddenly got up suddenly in fright.

A woman sat on a chair beside his bed, dressed in ordinary Beijung clothes, and her eyes glowed seductively in the night.

Yang Zheming breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and sat on the edge of the bed with a calm face, "Why are you here?" ”

The woman spoke slowly: "Although our original plan was for you to gradually get closer to Princess An Ning and gain her trust, but you are paying too much attention to Princess An Ning today, and I have to worry about your ......."

Yang Zheming interrupted her: "I don't need you to tell me what I want to do." ”

The woman was not annoyed, got up and came to the side of the bed, and held Yang Zheming's hand: "If she knows that you brought her to Beirong because you used her, then it may become an obstacle for us." ”

This half-threatening and half-seductive sentence finally made Yang Zheming's eyes even more indifferent: "I know what I'm doing, but you, don't come to me casually." ”

Black Eagle came out of the darkness, sword in hand, and clasped it around the woman's neck: "You should go back, Goldfinch." ”

The golden finch was held by someone, but there was no trace of panic, a trace of fragrance emanated from her fingertips, and the black eagle suddenly felt numb in her wrist, and the next second there was a flower in front of her eyes, and her fingers hurt, and the sword had been taken away by her.

Standing in the darkness with his sword in hand, the Goldfinch pointed at the Black Hawk's chest with a cold gaze: "Don't forget what we're here for. Princess Anning was just a stepping stone for us. She said with a slight warning: "She has half of the destiny, and we have a good chance of success on this trip, so you can protect her everywhere, be careful that you will be soft-hearted when the time comes, and she will bite her back......"

Yang Zheming got up suddenly, his body burst out with huge strength, moved behind the golden finch like a shadow, and slammed his hand like lightning, slamming her neck.

His eyes were cold, and his palms were as solid as iron, and he lifted the whole of the Golden Bird into the air, as if he would break her neck in the next second.

The long sword in the golden finch's hand slipped down, his breath was short, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, he had no resistance, and he grabbed Yang Zheming's hand and wanted to break it open.

Yang Zheming's deep voice sounded in her ears, like a hell messenger from the Nine Netherworlds, revealing a cold chill: "Master may not have told you, although I don't care to do it, but when necessary, I still don't mind pinching a few noisy flies to death." ”

The goldfinch's face began to redden, and gradually turned white, and he was almost killed.

Black Eagle couldn't help but take a step forward, it wouldn't be a good thing to kill her here.

The Golden Bird struggled intermittently to speak: "Rao...... Destiny ......"

Yang Zheming suddenly let go, and the goldfinch fell to the ground like a soft cloth, breathing heavily, and there was no longer the same appearance as before.

Yang Zheming looked down at her, his eyes did not have a trace of emotion, and his voice was calm: "I will never be soft on anyone. ”

The embarrassed goldfinch raised his head and looked at Yang Zheming, trembling with fright.

"Your task is to be optimistic about the Ninth Prince, and you don't need to worry about the rest." He said coldly, "Before arriving at the royal capital, I don't want you to appear in front of me. ”

The Plantage, as if finally defeated, turned and disappeared into the darkness without saying a word.

The goldfinch walked out of the tent, but with a smile of excitement in his eyes, he almost wanted to look up to the sky and laugh.

- This is him, this is what she wants.

As if from hell, with the breath of death and without any mercy.

To him, the world is a pawn that can be used, discarded, and destroyed.

- She needs him like that.

Calm returned to the tent, Yang Zheming looked down at his hands, which were already as cold as ice cubes, and suddenly had a sharp pain in his chest, he bent down and spit out a large mouthful of blood, and his whole body trembled and fell to his knees.

Every time he used his internal force, the cold poison would fight back even more violently.

Black Eagle walked up to him in a few steps to support him, and immediately put one hand behind his back to help him, stabilize his heart, and whispered, "Do you want me to call Jiaoyue to come in." ”

When the fish and water are happy, the body heats up, which can minimize the pain of cold poison and speed up the onset of cold poison.

Yang Zheming shook his head: "Jiaoyue has recently consumed too much energy to control the third prince, and her mind is uncertain, so it is not appropriate to use her." Black Eagle said helplessly: "Then looking for Zhuji?" ”

Yang Zheming was silent for a moment and nodded.

Jewel walked into the tent, which was very warm with a fire. Yang Zheming was sitting on the edge of the bed, his clothes were half-open, his face was a little pale, his eyes were closed, and he seemed to be trying his best to endure the pain.

She knelt beside the bed, took out a bottle of medicine from the secret compartment of the box, poured out the pills, and said in a very gentle voice, "Let's drink the medicine first." Yang Zheming opened his eyes, took her hand, and drank the medicine with water.

The pill was poisonous, fighting poison with poison, and the toxin was scurrying in the blood, Yang Zheming's face flushed, and he seemed to be even more painful.

Zhuji took off her outer robe, only a light shirt and tulle, the jade body loomed, she stretched out her hand, slowly untied Yang Zheming's clothes, and her warm hand slowly caressed the cold skin, as if teasing.

Yang Zheming opened his eyes and looked at her, obviously enduring the pain, but his eyes were cold and calm: "Don't bother like this, let's start." ”

He took Jewel's hand, and Jewel fell into his arms.

Black Eagle stood outside the tent, motionless and blocking the bright moon in front of him, and said in a serious tone: "Bright moon, the master is looking for Zhuji, and it is also to take care of you, you have to understand the master's intentions." ”

Jiaoyue bit her lip, her eyes revealing unwillingness and pain: "I don't need to take care of it. ”

Black Eagle was helpless, sighed and continued to persuade: "It's better for you to go back to the third prince, take care of him, lest he wake up." ”

Jiaoyue's face was pale: "I just don't understand, why Zhuji......" She is obviously more suitable than Zhuji.

Black Eagle looked at her, feeling that the long pain was better than the short pain, so he had to poke it with one word: "Whether you are or Zhuji, there is actually no difference, the master treats you all equally." ”

"It's just that Zhuji knows her identity better than you do."

After hearing this, Jiaoyue's face turned pale again, and she smiled bitterly: "Even so...... Since...... The master will never let me get close again......"

Black Eagle shook his head, Jiaoyue has entered the magic barrier, she will only sink deeper and deeper, she will only desire more, but she doesn't know that the master is hard-hearted, has no emotion at all, and never has pity for women.

He said word by word: "Jiaoyue, I advise you, don't expect things that don't exist in the first place. ”

Jiaoyue lost her mind: "What kind of person can enter his eyes?" "Is there anyone in this world that he really cares about? If there were, she would be willing to do that.

Black Hawk was stunned for a moment, and his heart sank.

It is the unique thing in this world that can deeply attract their master and make him think hard.

The only person in this world can make him care, make his eyes stop, and let him sink.

Destiny, Destiny of Heaven.