The blade grazed the green silk, and the blood was dripping.

A pale, long-knotted hand gripping the blade tightly.

Blood spilled from her fingers and trickled into the snow, blossoming into a bright red flower.

A pair of scarlet and beautiful pupils stared faintly from behind the blade, and Lu Zangchuan was like falling into an ice cave, only to feel that his whole body was wrapped in death, and he trembled and suffered indescribably.

The faint curtain of eyes ruthlessly opened, and a blood-colored sword intent swept out.

Wu Ying didn't say a word, and it pierced the throat of the son of this important minister.

Blood was sprinkled, strung with blood beads on the ground, like falling snow and red plums.

The young man's look of disbelief and shock was still in his eyes, and he slowly fell, his body cold along with the snow.

There was a wail from the crowd, and an old official stumbled out, crouching on top of his son and weeping bitterly.

Wu Ying retracted his gaze lightly, and his cold gaze swept across everyone, and everyone lowered their heads one after another, not daring to look more.

She opened her lips coldly: "Do you know who your fierce light and blade are against?!"

Some people were shocked in their hearts, and said in their hearts, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince didn't take a fancy to this person, and this statement was suspected of recognizing the crown princess!

Ling Tiansu's ears were buzzing and trembling, many voices could not be heard clearly, and when he opened his eyes, he could only see a vague side face, his skin was pale and sickly, and there were fine black words seeping out through his skin behind his ears.

This text is actually somewhat familiar.

I had a splitting headache, but I couldn't remember it.

An elderly official walked out, bowed tremblingly, and then said: "This woman has no clear intentions, and she has offended the gods, and she has brought misfortune to my Dayue, and it is really inappropriate for His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to kill a pillar of the country for a strange woman." ”

Wu Ying's eyes lowered and swept the corpse on the ground, and said coldly: "He is the pillar of the country, what are you?"

The unabashedly humiliating words made the old minister's face turn red all of a sudden, and he was so angry that his beard trembled, but he didn't dare to attack.

Wu Ying turned up her palm, looking at the sharp knife wound in her palm, and the blood gushing out of Bobo, she frowned, disgusted with her current weak state, and her eyes were a little tired.

"I've heard many people say that you, Lord Yang Zhilao, are the old pillars of the National Pavilion for me?"

"The prince is falsely praised, but it's just ......"

But I couldn't say anything, it was another sword intent, breaking through the head of Lord Guozhu, the plasma flew wildly, and the blood intent in the air did not disperse and added scarlet.

Wu Ying's palm hung down in his big sleeve, looked at the corpse of the old minister who collapsed on the ground, and said lightly: "I dare to kill you, the elder of the pavilion, what is wrong with killing him as a pillar." ”

After speaking, she mentioned the old minister who was crying bitterly with her son in her arms, and asked, "Do you think that this prince is acting inappropriately?"

The old minister trembled, and wailed with a sad face: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is wise!"

Wu Ying sneered, and looked around everyone again: "In the past two years, I have killed all the people of Liren and Jin, and I have not seen blood in the imperial city of Yue for a long time, do you all think that I, Wu Ying, have changed my temper and dare not kill you?"

The people who were touched by her gaze knelt down one after another, and said again and again: "Don't dare!"

The corner of Wu Ying's mouth sucked a sneering cold smile: "I'm not dead yet?" ”

Ling Tiansu watched as the black words behind Wu Ying's ears became denser and denser, and the palm around his waist became more and more cold as ice, not at all like a living person's hand.

This feeling turned out to be strangely familiar, and the soul that had been replenished with the two cultivators of Cang Mercy was violently turbulent at this moment, as if there was some memory breaking through the ground.

Ling Tiansu, who had never groaned in pain under the severe pain of the scorpion tail and broken waist, was actually tortured by the turbulent soul at this moment, and the bleeding lip finally overflowed with a touch of pain and a low groan that penetrated into the soul.

It suddenly went dark in front of me, and I couldn't see anything.

Wu Ying's face changed slightly, and her cold red pupils swept over everyone like knives, and the kneeling crowd buried their heads lower, and they shouldn't have raised their heads to look more.

She didn't say anything more, picked up Lingtian Soda horizontally, and left in the wind and snow.

From Wu Ying's shot to kill two people in a row to leaving, Wu Zhang's atmosphere didn't dare to take a breath, and the cold sweat of Dou Da couldn't help but slide down from the corner of his forehead, until he saw Wu Ying holding Ling Tiansu and leaving, his face twitched fiercely, as if he realized something.

It wasn't until Wu Ying's cold and terrifying aura completely dissipated in this space that people slowly raised their heads and wiped the cold sweat from their foreheads.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is really acting very strange today, and he actually killed two of my Wu Yue's important ministers for the sake of an outsider?

"You think it's funny when you say this yourself, don't make people laugh, think that woman's strength is quite in line with the prince's mind, if she can be subdued, it can be regarded as a big help for His Royal Highness the prince's side. When he said this, the man's face showed a worried look.

Someone whispered: "What is there to accept, isn't it just a little more beautiful and a little stronger?" I don't think it's as good as the Yiqu girl of the dragon clan, although it is not my race, it will not attract the wrath of the gods." ”

"Hmph, it's absolutely impossible for the prince to be emotional, it's just a whim, just a whim, and after playing, he must be tired. ”

If this killing god also has a heart-warming day, he will pronounce his name upside down.

Even if the river is against the current and the red sun rises in the west, it is absolutely impossible for their Royal Highness the Crown Prince to open their minds to like someone.

One of the things is really impossible to associate with Wu Ying.

A person like him should be in the midst of a bloody storm and nine hells, with honor and disgrace, holding the right to kill, and surviving as a monster born from the bloody sea.

Presumably, for His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, useless feelings are just superfluous burdens.

"Tired, are you tired?" The young eunuch, who stood quietly on one side, and when he didn't speak, he was the background color in the wind and snow, chuckled sideways, and when he spoke, he was very sharp: "You people who don't have long eyes, haven't you noticed that when His Royal Highness the Crown Prince suddenly appeared to catch the knife, he didn't wear boots?"

The voice of the discussion stopped abruptly, and everyone seemed to be choked by the neck by a ghost, and their eyes bulged out.

Not wearing boots?

What does this mean?

It means that Lu Zangchuan's fatal knife made His Royal Highness the Crown Prince lose his proportions, and he didn't even have time to put on his boots, so he rushed out to stop the killing machine for the woman?

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has always been meticulous, calm and powerful.

But they ...... When have you seen His Royal Highness the Prince, who is out of proportion.

I saw the young eunuch humming a little song, taking small steps, approaching the cold pavilion, picking up the little black leather boots, and was about to send them to His Royal Highness the Prince.

But when I think about it, there is that kid here, these boots...... It seems that it is better not to send it.

Uh-huh~

It's time to prepare some east

West sent it over.

At this time, everyone saw that in the corner of the Han Pavilion, the young father-in-law's face showed a sly and dark smile like an old fox.

......

......

In the middle of winter, the sky always darkens early, and the lead-gray sky is soon covered with dark clouds, and the faint moonlight can hardly penetrate the thick and graceful clouds, only crossing a faint outline on the edge of the stacked clouds.

The chill of the skulls filled the corridor.

The silence of the promenade is broken by the sound of messy footsteps.

In fact, Ling Tiansu had already woken up after a moment of coma, and the five almost depleted Haotian Freedom Seals in his body absorbed the Yuan Force between heaven and earth on his own, and while his body suffered heavy damage, the Medicine Soul Star Palace operated on its own.

Along the way, the garden is full of medicinal fragrance.

The chest that had been pierced by the soul chain through a bloody hole also stopped bleeding and healed, leaving only a crimson scar.

Only in his waist, the waist bone that was severely injured by the scorpion spirit was repaired very slowly, and the pain continued to stimulate Ling Tiansu's senses, but he was not a delicate body, and this pain was not unbearable.

Wu Ying carried him halfway to the palace, he woke up, but he was beaten and hugged by a man like this, the posture was really embarrassing, Ling Tiansu thought about it, and simply pretended to be dead and didn't know.

It's just that when the side face was pillowed between Wu Ying's heart, Ling Tiansu smelled the dark fragrance floating from under Wu Ying's clothes.

In his mind, he suddenly recalled the flowers that bloomed in his heart when Wu Ying held the umbrella, and Ling Tiansu faintly felt an inexplicable uneasiness.

Wu Ying's walking speed was not slow, but his footsteps were silent and quiet when he landed on the floor of the corridor, as if he was afraid of disturbing something.

Ling Tiansu pillowed her heart, and her consciousness was a little dazed.

A slight weirdness rose in my heart.

Why is Wu Ying's chest, although flat, so soft......

This body is too weak, isn't it?

At the end of the corridor, the door creaked open.

There was a faint incense in the house, the earth dragon was burning vigorously, and the frost and snow in the courtyard were instantly forced back by the warmth of the house.

When burning, not only will it not produce half a cent of smoked soot smoke, but it also has a faint fragrance of grass and trees, warm and pleasant, like returning to the spring forest.

As soon as Ling Tiansu was placed on the soft bed, he slowly opened his eyes and looked at Wu Ying calmly.

The arm withdrawn from his waist stiffened slightly, and Wu Ying said quietly: "Wake up." ”

"It's not a big deal, let the prince bother. ”

Wu Ying knew that she had been hit hard by the scorpion spirit, and even she didn't have the confidence to say anything 'no big deal'.

It's not without hindrance, it's just a polite greeting that is detached.

I knew in my heart that his notoriety had already spread all over Kyushu, and everyone in the world hated it, and he must be no exception.

Under such fatigue and injury, it must be extremely hard to face the people you hate.

Wu Ying pondered for a moment, but still spoke: "You rest first, and I will send someone to send some medicine for injuries." ”

When he turned around, his wrist was suddenly held by Ling Tiansu: "Fang Cai...... Thank you to the prince for coming to the rescue. ”

(P: Wu Hu: How do I feel that I took the script of the domineering president male protagonist by mistake.) cough cough,Off topic,I'm a half-demon out of the public account.,Everyone can pay attention to "I'm a half-demon".,I'll release some daily small extras from time to time.,Or small extras without Qi evil.。 ）