Chapter 42: The Dark Tide is Surging
Tightening his arms and shaking Bai Rong, he never responded, anxiously checking Bai Rong's condition, Ruoxin reached out to probe his snort.
...... No.
Put on Bai Rong's wrist.
I couldn't even find a pulse.
Bai Rong didn't have the slightest wound on his body, why was this happening?
A moment ago, he was still sitting next to her, and every time he turned back and smiled at him, he couldn't help but blush. Just before the blink of an eye, he had pounced on her so heroically, protecting her, those eyes were still full of protective firmness, why did he become like this now?
The heart seemed to be pinched and held by someone's hand, and it became difficult to breathe, and the limbs and bones instantly became cold. What came to mind was the blood-drenched white face on the Qili slope, the white face without breathing and heartbeat, and the white face that made her grief unbearable.
Could it be that Bai Rong is leaving her again?
The hand that took Bai Rong's pulse trembled violently, but he still couldn't take Bai Rong's pulse.
The hot liquid in his eyes trickled down unconsciously, and his heart was extremely pressed, and his emotions were uncontrollable.
didn't dare to think about anything anymore, Ruoxin's mind was blank, only the louder and louder calls came from the depths of her heart. opened his lips, and a hoarse and broken cry came out of his throat: "Bai Rong, don't die." ”
The man under his palm was still quiet.
Tremblingly, he stroked Bai Rong's cold cheeks and wiped away the water droplets that fell on his face over and over again, "Bai Rong...... Don't die. You open your eyes, you talk to me......"
Bai Rong, you were originally a taciturn person, you can't be so quiet anymore, if you are so quiet, you won't have a sense of existence at all.
Ruoxin rubbed his body, trying to rewarm his cold body temperature, gritted her teeth and whimpered, and pressed her forehead against Bai Rong.
She really couldn't stand the blow of losing her white face again.
......
Coming back to his senses, King Ying Ning put down his bow and arrows. At this point, his spirit was still tense, and at that moment, he almost thought he was too late. The muscles on his body stiffened, as if he had just retreated from the battlefield of thousands of troops, and cold sweat was dripping down his back.
Throwing his bow and arrows on the ground, King Yingning rode his horse towards the stands of the prince's family.
When passing by Huang Fuxian's side, King Ying Ning paused, grabbed the reins and stopped the horse. The expression in the moment was a little complicated, but he still restrained the emotions in his heart, raised his hand, and called out in a respectful tone: "Uncle Huang." ”
Huang Fuxian pulled the reins carelessly, and the horse under his crotch was black, although he was lazy, he was also like a resting king.
The object resembles a human form, and King Ying Ning suddenly has the illusion that it is like heaven and earth, and only the man in front of him is standing at the highest end and looking at the world.
Hooking his lips lightly, Huang Fuxian chuckled and said: "The prince's nephew is good at archery, if you hadn't shot that arrow in time, I'm afraid Princess Ning would have died in this hunting ground." ”
Thinking of Fang Cai's scene, the suppressed emotions in King Yingning's heart surged up again.
He saw it clearly.
How did the arrow that was originally shot at the white fox by the fifth prince change direction to Ruoxin.
There is only one person in the world who can calculate time and speed so accurately.
It's just that Huang Fuxian how can he bear it? Bai Ruoxin is his apprentice, isn't she?
As long as he hesitated for a second, the arrow would penetrate Ruoxin's heart, and there was no chance of survival.
Gritting his teeth, King Ying Ning stared at Huang Fuxian, and couldn't help but speak: "Dare to ask Uncle Huang, do you really disregard the friendship between master and apprentice so much?" Bai Ruoxin thanked Uncle Huang for his kindness to her more than once, how could Uncle Huang ignore it so much and treat it so ruthlessly? ”
"O grace of nurturing and teaching." Huang Fuxian repeated playfully, the phoenix eyes raised at the end of his eyes narrowed slightly, hiding the flash of cold and killing, "It's rare that she still thinks about it so much, and I almost forgot about this apprentice who became the prince and princess." ”
Listening to Huang Fuxian's careless words, King Ying Ning clenched his fists, but finally pressed it, and just forced a smile and said: "Uncle Huang is really still so ruthless, if she knows, I'm afraid she will be sad again." ”
Huang Fuxian chuckled, "If she's so weak, she's not her anymore." ”
When he said this, Huang Fuxian's eyes flashed with a moment of softness, but he only blinked his eyes, and then he did not show it at all, as if everything was just an illusion, and King Yingning, who was close at hand, did not notice it.
"Nephew Wang's heroic rescue of the United States this time may make her look a lot better. But for the prince's nephew, this time it is a pity. Looking at King Yingning, the cold phoenix eyes became calm again, Huang Fuxian smiled slightly, leaned over lightly, and whispered in King Yingning's ear: "I lost another chance, nephew." ”
The handsome face suddenly froze, and King Ying Ning did not say a word.
Sure enough, he knew everything.
"Listen to Uncle Huang's advice, if you want to achieve great things, don't be too sentimental." Huang Fuxian chuckled lowly, and said: "I'm looking forward to the next competition with the prince's nephew, but don't lose under the woman before you can do anything." That would be so disappointing to me. ”
The black hair flutters lightly in the wind, the black eyes are like a spring, the picturesque face, the style is clear, and the nobility is compelling. The emperor in front of him is like a demon born from hell, looking at all things, and the Buddhas are unstoppable. There is not the slightest weakness, and it is perfect to find not a single flaw and flaw. It makes people feel a chill in their hearts.
He is not human at all......
King Ying Ning gritted his teeth and looked at Huang Fuxian with a complicated expression.
Huang Fuxian no longer rubbed against King Yingning, he glanced sideways, glanced at Ruoxin, smiled faintly, and then rode his horse and turned away.
The smile on his lips was cold, without a trace of warmth.