Ye Qianmo, who lost the shadow of the child, was helpless even if she was anxious. When she was squeezed out of the crowd, she couldn't tell the direction at all, so she had to rely on her feelings to return the way she came.

It was already completely dark. The moon in the sky is very bright, and from time to time fireworks explode in the sky, dazzling, and the noise of the crowd is accompanied by scattered stars. The windy night was cool, Ye Qianmo looked up at the white and bright dots, beautiful but cold lifeless existence. It wasn't until a few years later that I revisited the old place and was with that person, that the fireworks exploded as much as they had back then, but they were more alive than that, and there was a burning sweetness overflowing my heart.

Maybe people often have a deep memory of their initial impression, even after many years, Ye Qianmo watched that person's scoundrel coquettish and jealous, but he still remembered his domineering and enchanting when they first met.

Maybe this street is a bit avoidant, Ye Qianmo walked alone, the coolness of the night made her roll up her sleeves, and the intricate streets made her miss the modern GPS again. In the silence of the street, pins could be heard, and suddenly a series of hurried footsteps sounded, and a dark black film enveloped her head.

The moonlight through the sharp sword entered her eyes, and then the black shadow behind her slashed towards her, and after Ye Qianmo dodged away with her movements, she was approached by the masked man in black before she could draw out the silver thread of her wrist. The other party seemed to have figured out her, and never gave her a chance to make a move, attacking her face head-on, hand, Ye Qianmo cursed in a low voice, gave up the silver wire, and held the knife that was about to be cut with a cold face, and the blood immediately stained the blade red.

She didn't even frown, and she fought with the black. Her waist-length black hair was scattered over her shoulders in the moonlight, and her movements were so light that she could only see a red shadow weaving through the crowd, and if it weren't for the expanding blood on the ground and the corpses lying all over the ground, it would indeed be a pleasing dance.

After a few moments, only a few people remained. Ye Qianmo was also uncomfortable at this time, her clothes were already messy, and her body was also injured, and the blood dripped down her fingers on the ground, making a snapping sound. These men in black were obviously dead, and even if their companions died one by one, there was no fear in their eyes, and they just mechanically killed her.

The man in black in the lead glanced coldly at the rest of the people and made a gesture. He was ordered to capture the woman alive, but to kill her as a last resort. Several people took out a packet of medicinal powder from their chests, Ye Qianmo was startled, and hurriedly retreated, but the wounds on her body lagged behind her speed, seeing that the man in black was about to come to her, however, a pair of slender and warm hands suddenly reached over and grabbed her wrists.

She looked back, and it was a familiar evil face. The slightly raised peach blossom eyes did not seem to smile at this time, frowned, and looked at her tightly with pursed lips.

"Murong Chen......" she called out his name with a slight surprise.

And when he heard her surprised tone, his eyes flashed, and a trace of displeasure flashed, but when he saw her covered in blood, his eyes were immediately full of worry and love.

With a sharp force of his arm, her whole body was light, and she fell into his arms, and before she could speak, he carried her and flew to the roof. "Are you scared?" His voice came, and it was unusually gentle in the place that exuded blood.

Ye Qianmo was a little uncomfortable, and moved in his arms, thinking that he noticed her movements, tightened his arms, and hugged him tighter. "No, how did you find me?"

Murong Chen pursed his lips and did not speak. Damn, if he knew she was going to get hurt, he shouldn't have been stopped, maybe he would have found ......her first, but, "How did you get here?" He looked for her a few streets, and when he heard the sound of fighting, he remembered that there might still be people here, "The people on this street have almost all moved, and most of the people who are left are beggars and some outlaws." ”

No wonder these people dare to be so unscrupulous, probably people here are also commonplace, and few will care about such idle things.

"Shhh...... slow down."

The more Murong Chen spoke, the more annoyed he became, his subordinates didn't grasp the strength well, and only when they heard her cry of pain did they come back to their senses. Raising her hand with her brows tangled, seeing it like this, the anger in her heart rose by three layers, only to see Ye Qianmo's palm rolled up with flesh and skin, although it no longer bleeds, but her hand was already delicate and white, which was shocking.

A cold light flashed in his eyes, he carefully pressed Ye Qianmo's head to his chest, hugged her with one hand, and wrapped her almost completely with a wide robe, "Close your eyes and ......" Before he finished speaking, a powerful sword aura that gathered murderous aura came towards the remaining few people below, bouncing people almost for several meters, and finally slammed into the wall, making a few muffled sounds, and after getting up, he almost vomited blood.

"Seventh Prince, don't ......do it," the black-clothed man in the lead hurriedly shouted. Murong Chen's sword was on the neck of the person next to him, he ripped off the black scarf on his face and knelt down on one knee, "Seventh Prince, we are acting on orders, please don't stop it." ”

Murong Chen narrowed his eyes, and the corners of his lips raised an evil smile, "Since you know me, say it, who sent you." ”

"Seven Princes, you should understand the rules......

"Hehehe, rules?" The evil smile raised at the corner of his mouth became even stronger, "This prince has always regarded the rules as nothing, this is something that everyone in Daxing knows, don't you, the palace guard, know, huh?" ”

"Since the Seventh Prince already knows that his subordinates are palace guards, why do they want to stop them?"

"This prince doesn't care who you are, this prince just needs to know that you hurt my person."

"Your people?" He saw Murong Chen kill his companion next to him without blinking, and he was shocked, "Seventh Prince, do you want to betray the royal family,?! ”

"So what?" He laughed and said word by word, "You know too much." ”

Hearing this, the black-clothed man's pupils shrank, and before he could resist, he fell to the ground. "Come out!" Murong Chen shouted to the corner: "After watching such a long show, don't you want to pay the silver?" As soon as the words fell, he flew away with Ye Qianmo in his arms, his body was as fast as lightning, and then he heard a woman's cry of pain.

At this time, Murong Chen still held Ye Qianmo in his arms, his arm tightly wrapped around her waist, and with his other hand, the beautiful fingers pinched the neck of the visitor.

Hearing the familiar exclamation, Ye Qianmo struggled a few times in his arms, and went down, the other party frowned unhappily, and wanted to exert more strength, Ye Qianmo hurriedly stopped, "Alas, Murong Chen, you want to suffocate me!" He pushed him hard before his head poked out of his arms.

Murong Chen saw that her face was like a peach blossom, her eyes were moist, especially bright, and suddenly remembered her blushing in front of Jing Yixuan, and unconsciously lowered her head.