On the way, Zhao Chen wanted to ask something, but looking at the prince's unwavering face, he couldn't ask a word.

And the person who was being carried by Meng Yong was still unconscious at this time, and it was impossible to answer her.

Bored, she had to limp and follow until Meng Yong suddenly stopped and stopped the prince with a horizontal knife.

Seeing that his eyebrows were slightly condensed, Zhao Chen suddenly remembered Kunwu's injury, someone on the other side injured Kunwu, that-

There was a sharp sound of breaking through the air, and a silver flying knife shot out from the mountains and forests on the side of the road, and struck directly at the prince.

Meng Yong hooked his lips and sneered, and the Yanling knife slashed the flying knife open.

There was silence in the dark, as if he was measuring Meng Yong's combat strength, but Meng Yong had no intention of waiting.

He pulled out the dagger behind Zhao Chen's waist with one hand, and quickly threw it towards the person's hiding place, and at the same time grabbed Zhao Chen to meet him, slashing at the person who had exposed his body by dodging.

The swords collided, the sound of clanging, and the strong wind blew away the white eyes that Zhao Chen had just rolled halfway through.

This person is really ready to "live and die" with her...

Fortunately, the two people who fought were injured, and it was difficult to win each other, so they shouldn't be desperate-

But at this moment, Meng Yong suddenly let go of her, holding the knife in both hands and slashing with all his might, pressing the man's sword down violently.

Zhao Chen hurriedly took two steps back, almost scolding.

Half a catty and eight taels are still thinking about the murderer, what is wrong with this white bone spirit.

Meng Yong had no intention of stopping, but his internal force was surging, and he slashed three times in a row, all of which were slashed in the same place on the opponent's sword.

As soon as the blade of the sword made a strange and piercing sound, the sword-wielder's moves suddenly changed, and his momentum suddenly increased.

Zhao Chen's eyes suddenly filled with surprise.

Three thousand swords Wei Mang, who disappeared in the rivers and lakes for fourteen years, actually appeared here, and tried to assassinate the prince-

Meng Yongwu smiled coldly, as if he had already guessed Wei Mang's identity.

The sword light suddenly flourished, and he seemed to have returned to his heyday, breaking through Wei Mang's sword curtain.

Seeing that the two of them began to fight desperately, Zhao Chen retreated to the prince's side without thinking and motioned for him to hide behind.

The prince helped Lin Qiqi on the ground and walked back, sat on the ground again, he didn't take a second look at the thrilling battle of life and death, and continued to quietly close his eyes to recuperate.

Zhao Chen was a little speechless, no longer caring about him, while being vigilant about his surroundings, he was distracted and paid attention to Meng Yong's side.

After all, whether Meng Yong was injured or not, she knew better than anyone else that she had followed all the way.

In the battle, Meng Yong's face was flushed with an abnormal red, but his shots were more powerful than one move.

And Wei Mang's situation was even worse, he was already defeated by Kunwu, but under the full attack of Meng Yong, all the wounds on his body began to crack inch by inch.

Just when Zhao Chen suspected that the two of them were going to die together, a familiar roar sounded.

Baigang arrows shot from a great distance, instantly penetrating Wei Mang's shoulder, and bringing him forward with his whole body.

Meng Yong then slashed at Wei Mang's chest and abdomen, and waited for him to fall to the ground before he staggered to his feet.

Zhao Chen hurriedly hugged him, opened his mouth and scolded: "Are you really bad in your brain?" What a fight with him! ”

Before the words fell, there was a sudden weight on her body, and a low laugh rang in her ears.

Wei Mang on the ground is not dead yet, he has more breath and less breath, "Fruit, it's really you, Meng Yong, can't you hide-"

Meng Yong still lay on Zhao Chen's body like a loss of strength, and threw the Yanling knife without looking back.

Xue Liang's blade was submerged into Wei Mang's neck, and the words he hadn't finished saying were permanently sealed in the corpse.

The next moment, Shen San and his people appeared from the mountains and forests, and they glanced at them very unnaturally, before silently ordering, Wei Mang's body was quickly dragged away, someone cleaned the traces, and someone guarded the prince.

"Hey, don't rely on it, hurry up, if Kunwu and they find it in a while-" Zhao Chen just opened his mouth.

On the side of the dark night mountain forest, Kun Wu and Zhao Hanqing hurried over with a hundred people, and soon arrived at the front.

Without waiting for Zhao Chen to move, the voices of King Yu and Yingchun came from behind him at the same time, as well as the deep voice of Xiaoyao Hou's order.

Good guys, they're all together-

As all the parties around him gathered, Meng Yong's arms tightened again, chuckling faintly, which made Zhao Chen suddenly have a bad premonition.

Li Xiao rose again, and two hundred steel arrows pierced the night, one broke the slashing knife, and the other stabbed into Kunwu's abdomen.

"There are assassins! Protect His Royal Highness the Crown Prince! Meng Yong commanded in a dumb voice motionlessly, smiling lightly, and it was difficult to investigate.

Zhao Chen only understood his intentions at this time.

Take advantage of people's illness and take people's lives... He is going to take the opportunity to clean up the battlefield at the last moment, whether it is Wei Mang or Kunwu... None of him is going to be released back to the capital alive-

Patches of arrows rained down from the heights of the mountains and forests, indiscriminately attacking people and horses from all sides.

Behind Zhao Chen's invisible, Meng Yong slowly raised his head, and his gaze fell on King Yu, who was protecting the crown prince.

Looking at each other, he smiled.

At the same time, two seemingly ordinary arrows, which had just flown to the side of King Yu, suddenly collided and strangely separated, one rushed towards the prince, and the other deviated from the torch that shot to the near side.

King Yu subconsciously waved his sword to block it for the prince, his hand was shaken and trembled, and before he could stop it, the torch beside him that was missed by the arrow flew down on his red cloak.

The tongue of fire rose instantly, and the red cloak covered with black cloud embroidery was engulfed in an instant, igniting a magnificent fire.

"Jiao'er, no one is better than me, what can I do..."Meng Yong's curved eyebrows were stained by the firelight, and the arm around her waist became tighter and tighter.

His voice was too soft, obviously talking to himself, but the "deaf" still heard clearly-

Zhao Chen's head was dazed for a while, and his messy mind froze.

Finished... Could it be that the white bone spirit really broke his sleeve?

The chill rose from the soles of his feet to his hair, and Zhao Chen was a spirit, shivering coldly.

This time, I got off the game-

Meng Yong thought that his body was too cold, so he hurriedly let go of her, but his hand fell on her shoulder, supporting her body.

Zhao Chen wanted to pull him away, but he still held back, gritted his teeth and pulled his arm to support him.

I didn't want to turn around, but I saw King Yu walking in embarrassment, his silver armor was black, and his red cloak was gone...

At this time, the rain of arrows had stopped, and the "assassins" in the mountains and forests had stopped moving, and seemed to have fled.

"Are you alright? Is the injury serious? Zhao Chen asked hurriedly.

King Yu shook his head, and then looked at Meng Yong, with questions and inexplicable ridiculousness in his eyes.

At this time, he figured it out, the archer in the shadows should be Cai Wen, and the goal of those two arrows was not to assassinate the prince, but just to burn his red cloak-

Meng Yong looked back at King Yu without dodging, and waved at Shen San in the distance with a smile.

Seeing this, Shen San hurriedly ran over, and wanted to reach out to help him, but he glanced at him lightly, and immediately retracted it.

Meng Yong asked Shen San to put on clean clothes for him, and then he smiled and handed the white robe to Zhao Chen, the meaning was extremely obvious.

Zhao Chen finally understood what Meng Yongdu had done, and he was so angry that his teeth itched, but when he turned to see the chaotic pro-army, and Kunwu who didn't know the life and death in it-

Zhao Chen tore the white robe, shook it in the wind, wrapped and tied it for him, and the next moment, he left angrily.

Meng Yong watched her walk away with a smile, only then smiled at King Yu and followed slowly.

The night breeze blows the white robe, and the red embroidery is eye-catching.

This time it's comfortable—

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