Nan Ji looked at Han Si, who was surrounded by the secret guards, and was seriously injured and vomited blood.

The gloomy look in her eyes grew older and thicker, and she walked towards him.

Nanyun put his hands behind his back and passed by Nan Ji.

She spoke

"Nanji, why did you and Prince Zheng come here so late?"

Her voice fell, and she suddenly paused, and said with a smile

"Now that I have finally got what I wanted, I really have to keep it warm for a while."

As the words fell, the man standing on the cliff vomited a mouthful of blood again.

The black figure swayed and staggered.

His reaction finally gave the dark guard next to him the opportunity to move.

I don't know whose hand made the first move, and he stabbed towards Hanji in an instant.

Nan Ji's face was gloomy, and the black long whip in her hand was thrown out instantly.

With a whoosh, a sharp arrow shot out from behind her to Hanji's heart.

The speed of the arrow feather was extremely fast, and the arrow glowed with a cold blue light, stained with poison.

In this tense moment, smack!

The whip in her hand struck the arrow feather, broke in half, and fell to the ground.

And in the distance, Hanji was attacked on three sides, and after all, he was stabbed in the waist and abdomen.

His eyes gradually began to fade, and the green tendons pouted to look at the figure in the distance.

Seeing her stumble a step, Zheng Shirt walked over and grabbed her arm.

Again, blood spurted out.

The broken knife that was supposed to stab the secret guard next to him was released by him.

There was a snap and it fell to the ground.

His expression became more and more sluggish, and after all, his body was unstable and fell from this cliff mountain.

He fell from the same place twice.

For the first time, he would rather break through the internal force than break through the acupoint and jump down.

This time, the pain caused by the wound on his body was less than one-tenth of that of his heart, and he only felt that his heart had been cut out by life.

That's it.

In the end, in the eyes of the little princess, the vow was just a joke, and he was the only one who took it seriously.

Nanji stood a few dozen meters away, and she stiffened for a moment when she saw Hanji being pushed off the cliff.

I stood there stunned for a while.

Her eyelids drooped, and her red lips moved.

I couldn't see the emotions in her eyes, but I felt that the aura around her had become extremely depressed.

Nagumo held the bow and arrow in his hand, and watched Hanji fall from the cliff, his eyes flashing with pleasure.

"Since you don't want to be my secret guard, you are not qualified to live anymore."

Nagumo really likes Hanji very much.

It's just that the heart of this dark guard is not in her.

What she can't get, why should she let others get it?

The sharp arrow that shot from behind Nan Ji just now was her masterpiece.

In order to ensure that Hanji is completely dead.

However, he was hindered by Nan Jiao.

However····· Hit by several knives in his body, he had a love Gu attack, and he fell from such a high cliff, and the Daluo Immortal couldn't save it.

Nanyun threw the bow and arrow in his hand, clasped his hands to his chest, and his gaze swept over Nan Ji.

She lifted her chin and smiled

"The royal sister cooperates very well, let's punish the traitors for the Fengyue Kingdom, and protect my Nan clan for thousands ······of generations."

Before she could finish her sentence, a long pitch-black whip suddenly rushed towards her.

One tightened Nagumo's neck.

In an instant, Nagumo was tired and pale, unable to say a word.

Nan Ji raised her eyes and looked at her darkly.

Her red lips grinned

"How dare you design to hurt him."

A faint voice came out of her mouth.

It's just that no matter how you listen to it, it feels weird.

It's chilling.

In the next second, Nan Ji's wrist moved, and in an instant, Nan Yun was pulled in front of Nan Ji.