Pretended...

Xiang Guogong squinted, and then looked at the wall, only to see a sharp scimitar stabbing at him.

The speed of the scimitar was so fast, Xiang Guogong couldn't dodge it in time, and it still scraped on his shoulder.

The pain in his shoulder came, Xiang Guogong looked at the scimitar that fell to the ground, his anger soared, and when he looked at the wall, Su Xuanqing's figure was already gone.

"Chase! Hurry up and chase me! Xiang Guogong reprimanded loudly, his voice angry, "It's best to catch it alive, but if you don't obey, you will be killed on the spot." ”

"Yes!"

The guard who followed on the side replied respectfully.

Broke into my Xiangguo Mansion at night, pretended to be a goddess, and sighed at him! He must let her die!

……

In the narrow alley, Su Xuanqing's right hand touched his left shoulder, trying to stop the bleeding wound.

With a stumble, Su Xuanqing fell to the ground, the scimitar was inserted so deep that it almost touched the bones, and his left shoulder was unconscious. The pain spread to her whole body, making her feel drowsy.

Su Xuanqing bit her lip tightly, and pinched the wound with her right hand, the pain made her feel awake.

Hearing a shock in his ears, Su Xuanqing straightened up and went straight ahead.

She had just come out of the mansion and was running towards a dark and uninhabited place. I didn't expect this Xiangguo Gong's speed to be so fast!

I don't know how far I walked, Su Xuanqing's right hand was covered with blood, and the wound on his left shoulder had solidified with his clothes.

Behind him, the chaotic footsteps became clearer and clearer.

Su Xuanqing was still staggering, turned the corner of the alley, and saw the lights, is it the street...

A horse-drawn carriage is reflected in the eyes, with the bustling street market as the background, the carriage stands in front, and the night pearl in the middle is dotted, making it noble and luxurious.

There was no one in the coachman's seat, Su Xuanqing clenched his fists and flew straight into the carriage.

In the carriage, the man leaned inside, the black hair was lazily discharged on his shoulders, and the clear outline of the water chestnut was looming in this night, which was very blurry and intoxicating. There was a smell of blood lingering on the tip of his nose, and his inky eyes, which were as black as the night, opened quietly.

A blade against his white neck. The thick smell of blood came from the man with the blade.

The carriage space is not large, and at this time, the smell of heavy blood has spread throughout the carriage. The two of them stayed in the carriage together, and they already seemed a little close.

The man's good-looking brows furrowed, but his deep but not the slightest undulating ink eyes swept over the blood-covered man, slightly probing.

"Don't make a sound."

Su Xuanqing said coldly. Her eyes looked at the man, but in the middle of the night, she was in the carriage again, and she couldn't see the man's face clearly.

Su Xuanqing sighed in his heart, and only ran on this carriage as a last resort.

The man's thin lips pursed slightly, his eyes raised slightly, and he looked at Su Xuanqing lightly.

Su Xuanqing only felt that there was a pair of cold eyes looking at her in the dark, but she couldn't catch his gaze.

The feeling of drowsiness hit again, her eyes drooped unconsciously, Su Xuanqing gritted her teeth and moved her left shoulder hard, the coagulated wound cracked open again, and the pain made her whole person suddenly sober up.

"Lord Wang, my subordinates are back."

Outside the carriage, another man came, the man's facial features were exquisite, and under a pair of sword eyebrows were a pair of shining brown eyes, which were eye-catching. But now he was looking at the drops of blood that had gone all the way down, and the drops of blood came from the depths of the alley, all the way to the carriage, and disappeared in front of the curtain.