Jun Zui originally thought that since she was in such a hurry to bring him out of the capital, she might have laid a net.

But what surprised him a little was that every day the little emperor happily traveled with him, and he was not in a hurry to do anything to him.

Seeing that she was not in a hurry, Jun was naturally not in a hurry.

The two of them spent a few days on the surface, and then one night, Ye Chuijin pulled Jun drunk and drank, and drank until midnight before he was drunk and half paralyzed in Jun Zui's arms.

The restaurant was a little far away from the inn where the two of them lived, and Jun Zui helped her to the inn, and when he passed a deserted alley, he stopped.

In a moment's time, three or four black-clad masked men appeared in the originally empty alley.

The masked man held a dagger in his hand, and the one who took the lead raised the dagger in his hand and pointed at Jun Zui from afar: "Put him down." ”

Before Jun Zui could reply, the person who had been paralyzed in his arms stood up straight.

The little emperor's face was calm, how could he be half drunk.

Looking at the scene in front of him, he expected it early in the morning, and a trace of disappointment still emerged in Jun Zui's heart.

And so it was.

Thinking like this, he heard the little emperor beside him whisper to him, "The jade seal is in the brown box in the second row of the bookshelf in my bedroom, and the holy decree is also there." ”

Hearing this, Jun Zui slowly turned his head away.

The little emperor had already left his arms, and the temperature of the two of them when they had just been together gradually cooled as she left.

The little emperor stood in front of him, emaciated, but with a straight spine.

She was wearing a cyan gown and looked handsome and chic.

Decree? Divine decree?

What do you mean?

The little emperor with his back to him did not turn his head, but continued to whisper: "I'll drag them, you go quickly, leave me alone." ”

After saying this, as if he was afraid that Jun would not leave, the man chuckled, a little stunned: "This world needs Mingjun, but I am not." ”

Jun Zui looked at her, and the emotions in his eyes flipped over.

The two of them pretended to be people from the rivers and lakes, and the little emperor seemed to yearn for the rivers and lakes, and a long sword never left his body.

At this point, she slowly drew her sword.

Seeing this, the man in black in front sneered: "Kill!" ”

In front of him, Jun Zui slowly took two steps back and looked at him with a scrutinizing gaze.

Is it acting?

Is there anyone else around who is ready to give you a heavy blow?

The little emperor's martial arts are not good, but the long sword in his hand is a sword that sharpens iron like clay, and several killers were originally a little contemptuous, but they were cut down one of them.

But after all, she was a pampered little emperor, and she had never learned martial arts at all, and soon, she was injured on her body.

The dark red blood stained her cyan robe, and she bit her lower lip tightly, without saying a word, still desperately circling between the killers.

There were more and more blood stains on the cyan gown, and her movements became more and more reluctant.

Finally, the leader of the killers seized an opportunity and slashed at her throat with a dagger.

There is no longer a chance......

The little emperor half-knelt on the ground, held his sword, slowly closed his eyes, and killed his neck.

It's just that the expected pain didn't hit, and he finally opened his eyes after waiting for a long time.

In front of him, Jun Zui, who was dressed in white, turned his back to him and blocked the fatal blow with the sword in his hand.

"You ......" The little emperor was anxious to lift his breath and wanted to stand up, but he staggered and fell to his knees again because of the wound on his leg.

Jun was drunk and didn't speak, he didn't even draw the sword in his hand, and knocked down several killers in a few moves.