With a slight lift of his hand, the white jade flute was blocked by Ye Chuheng beside him before he could put it to his mouth. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Frowning and meeting his eyes with some anger, Ye Chuheng smiled gently. "Madame, don't worry! He can't die. ”

Xuan Ruo was stunned, a man can actually smile so beautifully! As if sensing his own gaffe, his eyes flickered, and he hurriedly avoided his gaze.

Perhaps it was his smile that reminded her that although this man was beautiful, he was very dangerous, and she didn't want to get too close to him. Thinking in his heart, his body moved outward a little, subconsciously escaping his restraints, and his eyes kept looking at King Jing.

"It seems that Madame cares a lot about King Jing?" When he spoke, Ye Chuheng showed displeasure.

Xuan Ruo didn't look at his expression, naturally he didn't know the dissatisfaction in his eyes, and his voice was still cold, "Night King, you can call me the Seventh Princess directly." For some reason, Ye Chuheng's name for her reminded him of Qin Ran from time to time. When Qin Ran was by her side, she also called herself like this, this feeling made her very uncomfortable, although she had no intention of talking to him more, but with the habits of this Night King, she was afraid that she would not be able to control his mouth.

"Excuse me, madam! I also have a seventh princess there, and in order to distinguish you, I can only call you Madame. Ye Chuheng's relaxed expression seemed to not regard this place as a battlefield at all.

Xuan Ruo found that he didn't know how to deal with the scoundrel at all, and the corners of his mouth twitched, "My name is Ning'er." ”

"It's a good name, but I don't like it." Ye Chuheng raised his eyebrows, and his expression was clear, he would not change his name to her.

Xuan Ruo glared at him angrily, and was about to get angry, but she was startled, she had maintained a pure heart and few desires for seven or eight years, and she was actually vulnerable in front of him!

After thinking about it, he calmed down slightly, turned his head, and no longer paid attention to Ye Chuheng beside him.

And King Jing is indeed as Ye Chuheng said, he is not so easy to die, although his skills are not as good as the Holy Lord, but he keeps changing with strange tricks, and the Holy Lord can't control him for a while.

The dark warriors in the underground palace, although the poisonous snake attacked, but for some reason the poisonous snake came to the blood pool, they all retreated suddenly, and this retreat, the dark warriors all rushed in together, and immediately gained the upper hand.

And the dark warrior beside Xuan Ruo was blocked by Ye Chuheng, and she didn't ask her to make another move at all, she was also happy to be quiet, standing aside and watching the battle quietly.

At this time, the emperor was not so optimistic, and Fei'er was angry after sobering up! Although she knew that her biological mother almost killed herself, she couldn't hate it, maybe in this world, only she cared about her, and only she cared about herself. And the others, even if she died, no one cared, no one knew that she existed.

Since she was destined to die, why didn't she fulfill her, help her fulfill her wishes, and help her ruin all this.

Of course, it also includes ruining the emperor who was born to the same mother as himself, but his fate is completely different.

At this time, the emperor's heart was on the battle between the Holy Lord and King Jing, and he looked at the Holy Lord and King Jing who were fighting fiercely with a nervous face, and he had no time to scruple about Fei'er, who was glaring at him, and he didn't know that she was determined to kill herself.

When the eunuch Zhao Shun saw Fei'er's almost crazy attack, the whole person tensed up, and he used his spirit to fight with all his might.

And although the dozens of imperial guards brought by the emperor have been surrounding the emperor and Zhao Shun, they have already been attacked by hundreds of dark warriors and are powerless.

After a few moves, with the addition of Fei Wolf, there were not many imperial guards left, and Zhao Shun gradually showed his strength.

When Fei'er's long whip crossed Zhao Shun and threw it fiercely at the emperor's throat, King Jing, who was pressed by the Holy Lord's beckoning, had a sinking face, frowned, and showed impatience.

Despite this look, his body rushed towards Fei'er.

As soon as the long sword was extended, Fei'er's long whip, which was only a few centimeters away from the emperor's throat, instantly broke into two.

But at this moment, the Holy Lord's palm hit King Jing's back.

Everything happened too fast, King Jing's whole person was thrown to the corner of the wall by the force of his palm, fell to the ground, and suddenly a trace of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

Ye Chuheng's eyes tightened, he didn't expect this accident to happen, and as soon as he lifted his body, he turned over and took the second palm from the Holy Lord.

"Jing'er!" The emperor's face was pale, looking at King Jing who was panting on the ground, and the palm seemed to hit his heart, and it hurt his heart. He ignored Zhao Shun's stop and rushed over!

Walking in front of King Jing, he bent down for the first time and stretched out his hand tremblingly, which was also the first time he picked him up.

King Jing frowned, as if he was touched by him, very uncomfortable, his whole body moved hard, and finally he supported his body in the corner of the wall.

"You go!" King Jing frowned at the stunned face, and said with difficulty.

"Jing'er! I owe you so much! "He, why did Jing'er save him. Didn't he hate him, why did he sacrifice his life to block it for him?

Over the years, in his pursuit of power, he has long forgotten what family affection is like, and he has long forgotten how to keep his most precious things.

His former indifference left Jing'er with a lifetime of pain, he thought that Jing'er would hate him for the rest of his life, but why did he block his life at a critical moment. He'd rather let him hate himself forever.

"You and I owe each other! This time, I can be regarded as repaying your nurturing grace, and from now on, we will both clear! Let's go! King Jing held his gaze, coughed violently, and the blood flowing out of his mouth was more, and he looked up weakly, but saw Xuan Ruo who was wrinkling his face, smiled lightly, and endured the pain, "Xuan Er don't worry, I'm fine!" ”

Although the emperor was worried about King Jing's safety, when he heard King Jing scream like this, the hands that were stretched out in mid-air but didn't know where to fall trembled again, Xuan'er?! Isn't she the seventh princess Ning'er? Why does Jing'er want to call her Xuan'er.

Xuan Ruo ignored the emperor's stunned face, leaned down, and slowly helped King Jing up.

"Xuan'er, I seem to owe you two lives." King Jing leaned Xuan Ruo, trying not to put his weight on her.

King Jing looked at Xuan Ruo's frown, and muttered, "The first time Xuan Er saved Jing Er was in that peach forest, and at that time, Xuan Er was also like today, and put Jing Er on his shoulder. I thought that I would never have a chance again, and I would never have the opportunity to lean on Xuan'er's shoulder so reliantly. ”

"King Jing should not speak at this time!" Xuan Ruo's heart ached, and his face was still indifferent.

"Xuan'er, if I die, will Xuan'er feel that Jing'er is useless?" King Jing smiled, didn't listen to Xuan Ruo's words, and continued.

Xuan Ruo turned her head to the pale King Jing, the blood flowing from the corner of her mouth had stained her white shoulders, and she held back the pain in her heart, her eyes were certain, "Yes!" So King Jing is still alive. ”