"Boss, boss, this child can't be killed, he is the emperor's twelve princes!"

Behind him, a man in black saw his boss holding the golden hairpin angrily and looking down at the child who was half-kneeling on the bed with cold eyes, and still maintained the stabbing action, who was obviously trembling with fear, but biting his lip and stubbornly refusing to admit defeat, hurriedly took a few steps forward and stopped sideways in front of the man in black, for fear that he would accidentally kill the little child.

"No—what's coming at me, don't hurt my child!"

Duanmu Yurou, who was panting at the corner of the bed next to her, looked at the posture of the man in black, and was shocked, and she didn't know where the strength came from made her get up suddenly, and hugged the legs of the man in black.

"Yeyang, hurry up and escape, leave your mother alone!"

"Get out of the way, your boss, am I like a little kid? Besides, even if he takes revenge, he can't find us, so why should I do some thankless errands! The man in black didn't look at the woman holding his thigh, kicked away the man in black in front of him, his tall body bent, and his burly body like an iron tower shrouded the boy in front of him, reached out and grabbed the child's little hand, and re-stuffed the golden hairpin in his hand into the boy's hand, "Your Royal Highness the Twelfth Prince, I am not your enemy, but your mother must die!" If you want to avenge your mother, don't come to me. ”

After the man in black stuffed the golden hairpin into the boy's hand, his eyes were over, and he continued to put the hemp rope on the slender neck of the woman holding his thighs with his backhand, and strangled it mercilessly, Duanmu Yurou tasted the pain of suffocation for the second time.

"Bad guy, don't kill my mother, woo woo woo ......"

Beixue Yeyang went crazy and waved the golden hairpin and stabbed the man in black one after another, this time before the golden hairpin touched the man's body, it was shaken open by a powerful force, and it turned firmly on the soft bedding.

When Beixue Yeyang stabilized his body, it was a new round of attacks, he continued to wave the golden hairpin and rushed to the man in black, and was constantly shaken, looking at the mother who was breathing weaker and weaker, the child's dark eyes were bloodshot, and the corners of the mouth that were biting his lower lip were constantly oozing bright red blood, and the delicate little hand holding the golden hairpin was cut by the sharp blade, and the blood stained the golden hairpin, his face was pale and desperate, and the small and sad low sobs oozed out of the clenched teeth, and he looked particularly sad in the dark night.

The man in black ignored Beixue Yeyang, his eyes continued to increase the force in his hand with cold eyes, and behind him, several black-clothed people who were also dressed in black, covered with black scarves, and only left a pair of eyes outside, looked at all this indifferently, as if the killing in front of them was normal for them.

And for such a long time, no one noticed that something had happened in the cold palace, and the surroundings were quiet, only the weaker and weaker breathing of Duanmu Yusoft and the howling cry of the night sun in the north snow, which looked extremely helpless in the dark night.

"What are you guys still doing here! Hurry up and do what you have to do, remember that except for the twelve princes in the cold palace, no one is allowed to live! ”

"Yes!"

The man in black increased his strength in his hand, turned his head and glanced coldly at the black-clothed man watching behind him, and said coldly, several black-clothed people received orders from their own bosses, and went out one after another.

"Humph! Dead? The man in black glanced at Duanmu Yurou, who was strangled by the rope, her pupils were dilated at this moment, her face was blue, her eyes were closed, and she was not breathing, "Hmph, such a weak and easy creature, it's really not worth my shot!" ”

After speaking, as soon as the hemp rope was loosened, Duanmu Yurou's soft body fell to the ground as soft as mud.

"Mother-" Beixue Yeyang shouted bitterly, her body jumped up, and she rushed directly at Duanmu Yurou under the bed, completely disregarding the appearance, the five-year-old body fell from the bed even if she didn't die, she would be seriously injured.

The black-clothed man's sword-like cold eyebrows frowned imperceptibly, his body moved, and before he could see what he had done, the small body that jumped down in the air was held in the arms of the man in black's strong arms, and the boy's eyes at the moment were only lying on the ground with no breath, and his mother's eyes were closed, and his small body was writhing and struggling wildly, but in the man's iron tong-like arm, his strength was weak and terrifying, seeing that he couldn't go to his mother's side, the desperate child suddenly lowered his head and bit on the left arm of the man in black who had just been stabbed by the golden hairpin, The ferocious strength is like a little wolf that was shot by a hunter and killed a she-wolf, with a pair of red beast-like fierce eyes, biting the man's arm, and soon there was bright red blood soaked through the man's black sleeves, but the man's cold eyes did not fluctuate in the slightest, he let the child bite his arm to vent his pain and despair, until he noticed that the child's strength began to loosen, then he pulled out his arm and hit the child's slender and weak neck, the child suddenly rolled his eyes and fainted in his arm.

The man in black squatted down with the child in his arms, his eyes carefully looked at Duanmu Yurou's face for a moment, and suddenly made a quick move and quickly clicked a few acupuncture points on Duanmu Yurou's body, and saw that Duanmu Yurou's chest, who had just died of anger, began to rise and fall slightly.