Chen Xingrui's two fists are invincible to four hands, and it is difficult to protect Mu Xiaoxiao, who is far away from him, if he can protect himself.

Seeing a group of three or four people brandishing short swords, overtaking her and rushing over.

In a short moment, the sword light and sword shadow flashed, and she knew that this time she was in a catastrophe.

Mu Xiaoxiao felt a relief for a moment, she closed her eyes and waited.

Sweet memories of the past swirl in my mind.

Dad, I miss you so much.

The daughter is tired, tired, and doesn't want to hate.

She didn't have to think about anything before, as long as she said that Master Mu would never give up when he went to the soup and died.

Later, another backer appeared...... A face that she had described a thousand times came to mind.

The thick eyebrows are slightly raised in the shape of a sword, the black eyes seem to be dyed with a layer of mist, revealing alienation, indifference and wisps of evil energy, the tall nose looks very arrogant, and the beautiful curved lips exude a little cool evil atmosphere, but it is the light smile that she misses the most.

"Take everyone down for me."

A deep male voice rang out beside her.

This sound is so familiar!

It seems to be ...... Prince.

Mu Xiaoxiao opened her eyes suddenly, and her broad shoulders blocked in front of her.

The man grabbed the rope that trapped her with his backhand and tore it open without much effort.

Due to inertia, Mu Xiaoxiao staggered forward a few steps and leaned straight on the man's body.

Smelling the familiar, she could almost confirm that the person in front of her was the source of her nightmares in this life.

"Are you alright?"

Bo Zeyu was wearing the clothes of a guard, the sword in his hand was stained with blood, and he asked a little eagerly, his voice still cold.

Mu Xiaoxiao looked at him, clutching his clothes tightly, and his clear eyes gradually filled with hatred.

Bo Zeyu, did you look like this when you killed my father?

Swords and swords, a pair of passes.

Bo Zeyu didn't have time to see the strong hatred in Mu Xiaoxiao's eyes, so he pulled her up and flew up the wall, "You help me catch the escaped bandits, and there will be a heavy reward when I return to Beijing." ”

His arrogant admonition came out of his ears, and Chen Xingrui's anxious shout, "Sister! ”

A gust of cold wind blew through her hair and stirred her veil, but her eyes fell on the long knife on Bo Zeyu's waist, and the familiar cold, she could not forget, was Hongyuan.

Hongyuan is a sword that is difficult for ordinary people to control, even if Bo Zeyu has conditioned his body since he was a child and soaked in countless medicinal wines, he can only last for half an hour.

If he can dispatch Hongyuan, things must be extraordinary.

"Let go! I haven't seen bandits. ”

Mu Xiaoxiao didn't want to help him, and struggled to leave.

She came to the Prince's Mansion this time for another purpose, and she didn't want to have too much to do with him.

Bo Zeyu could only stop her pace when she saw that she was restless, and grabbed her wrist impatiently: "I've been observing outside for a long time, you must have seen bandits." ”

A long time ago, he laid a net outside, but unfortunately it was all disturbed by Chen Xingrui and this girl.

In order to rescue them, they were not allowed to reveal their location.

"I didn't see it!"

Mu Xiaoxiao insisted that she didn't know anything.

The two of them stared at each other for a long time.

Mu Xiaoxiao realized that they were still hugging each other, she pushed away her chest that was close at hand, broke away his arm, and took three steps back to keep a distance of one meter.

Looking around, this was originally a wilderness place, Bo Zeyu was fast, and they had already arrived in the busy wilderness.

The sky was full of stars like a great net that trapped them firmly in it.

He is still a seven-foot man in his impression, his majesty has not diminished, and the passing years have made him more stable, through the starlight Mu Xiaoxiao can clearly see that his eyebrows and eyes are still the same as before, but the guard's clothes seem to be slightly smaller, and he can't wrap his strong body.

"Why doesn't this dress fit?"

Saying that, Mu Xiaoxiao actually took the initiative to help him tidy up his neckline.

Her almost instinctive movements made the always indifferent Bo Zeyu forget to dodge, knowing that he hated others touching his body the most on weekdays.