The silence in the dark alleys was terrible, with the occasional rustle of the wind.

There were already several corpses of dead soldiers lying on the ground, and the rest of the dead soldiers had solemn faces, this King of Qi was even more difficult to deal with than rumored.

"King Qi, if you hand over the herbs, we can spare you from death."

There was only their own hoarse echo in the empty alley, and the silence was terrible.

They exchanged glances with each other and immediately rushed up together.

After a while, the crisp sound of weapons clashing sounded, as if playing a grand symphony, a ghostly figure wandered in the dark, the sharp dagger slashed a drop of blood, and the figures fell to the ground in a dull manner.

The smell of blood is even stronger, and there is a strong smell of iron between the noses.

Jiang Wan stood indifferently aside, quietly watching his hand rise and fall, and a large number of people fell to the ground. Her eyes hung quietly, her fan-like eyelashes fluttering slightly.

Today's events have exceeded her expectations, and it is not easy for her to be involved too much with the children of the royal family.

That day, King Qi was accidentally saved in the woods, and she expected that the imperial city would not be peaceful. Beisi is masculine and self-serving, and he will not be the opponent of King Qi. So she decisively gave up cooperating with King Qing.

At the moment, the King of Qi has no time to take care of this side when he fights with the dead, and there will be no follow-up trouble when he leaves at this time.

There were fewer and fewer dead soldiers, but they didn't even touch the corners of King Qi's clothes, and they became more and more panicked unconsciously. In the dark, the corners of Bei Jinchuan's mouth rose, and he watched the prey in the panic struggling with amusement.

The dull footsteps seemed to be stepping on people's hearts, and the sound was particularly heavy. The remaining two dead men looked at each other for a second, and immediately flew straight over, and the blade in his hand struck at Bei Jinchuan's head.

Bei Jinchuan bent down, the blade of the sword slashed against the hair, and he held the dagger in one hand and rolled in the air, the sharp dagger slashed over them, and the leg was a kick, and the two dead men hit the wall fiercely, and couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

He raised his dagger with a blank face, blood splattered on the ground.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew through his neck, and Bei Jinchuan immediately turned around to avoid it, but the sharp blade still scratched his arm.

Another wave of people who came out of the shadows wanted to take advantage of the fisherman, but they didn't expect King Qi to solve them all.

Jiang Wan's face was solemn, she didn't expect that there would be another wave of people, this time it was really troublesome.

Bei Jinchuan put his tongue against the roof of his mouth, and smiled evilly, those people really look up to me, one by two, and they are in a hurry to die!

There was anger between the eyebrows.

He put the dagger in his hand at his waist, hooked the long sword on the ground with his toes, took it in his hand and played a few tricks, and flew forward.

The wind whistled coldly in his ears, and a cold sword light flowed from his cuffs, and before they could react, the ghostly figure had flashed in front of them, leaving an afterimage in the air. Those people hurriedly avoided it, and just as they wanted to raise their swords to fight back, Bei Jinchuan came to them lightly on tiptoe.

It was clear that the target of this group of people was also the King of Qi, and their martial arts were far superior to that of the dead soldiers, as if they were professional assassins to complete the assassination.

The assassins quickly reacted, lifted their spirits and dispersed, raised their swords and stabbed them into a silver ray, and took his life.

Bei Jinchuan stood calmly in place, snorted coldly, and pinched a sword trick in his left hand to advance without retreating. The sharp moves forced them back. Yu Guang saw that the figure of the young Qinggui was about to leave, and a playful smile crossed his eyes.

Oh, the little doctor is immoral, cross the river and tear down the bridge!

As he grappled with the Assassins, he pulled a token out of his bosom and threw it at the boy.

"You go!"

The hurried voices quickly drew the Assassins in.

Jiang Wan took the token accurately with her backhand, and took it in her hand to see that it was the token of Qi Wangfu. Looking at the two assassins who fell from the sky in front of her, she had reason to suspect that he did it on purpose!

She looked at the figurine with an expressionless face, now it's okay, she really can't leave.

Bei Jinchuan noticed the young man's dissatisfied gaze and raised his eyebrows proudly.

There is no need to doubt it, he is!!

Jiang Wan coldly looked away, flexibly dodged the sharp moves, and jumped to Bei Jinchuan's side.

"Little miracle doctor, this king said, you can't leave."

He attached this sentence to Jiang Wan's ear, and then greeted him with his sword, and heard him laugh in a low voice and joy when he left.

This person!

Jiang Wan's eyes were dark, but she didn't expect that he not only calculated those people, but even her.

Using the chase to tie them together, what the hell does he want to do?!

Bei Jinchuan couldn't help but laugh at the thought of the young man having to stand beside him with a cold face, and he wanted to end the game quickly in a happy mood.

Blood dripped down the blade of the sword and fell to the ground, and a group of people fell around them.

He was now in the center of the corpse, locking on to the last two or three people, and walked nonchalantly with his sword, the blade slashing the ground with a piercing sound, leaving a long trail of blood.

The strength wrapped around the blade was about to give them a fatal blow.

Suddenly, Bei Jinchuan stumbled under his feet, only to feel that his eyes were dark, a mouthful of blood welled up in his throat, the internal force quickly disappeared, and a bone-eating pain spread from his chest to his whole body.

Those few people immediately reacted that something was wrong with King Qi, and immediately raised their swords and attacked with all their might.

A crisp metal collision sound sounded, and Bei Jinchuan staggered back a few steps before stabilizing his body, and the tiger's mouth was numb.

He frowned and clutched his chest, unexpected

The old disease actually hit early.

The men got up from the ground with their swords in their hands, and they saw in each other's eyes the determination to kill. King Qi was injured, and now is a rare opportunity.

Seeing that the sword blade was about to take the life of King Qi, Jiang Wan also sensed that something was wrong, and flew up to the wall to kick it, pulling Bei Jin's wrist behind him.

Two fingers together quietly touched his wrist, and the pulse was like a rope unraveling, scattered and disorderly.

Jiang Wan frowned and touched it a few times, but she didn't know what kind of symptom it was, it was very strange.

In short, King Qi is in danger.

Bei Jinchuan endured the pain of eroding his bones, and didn't care about the young man's small movements. The boy's body is much softer than expected, soft and glutinous is not like a boy.

The cold breath penetrated into his nostrils, and he raised his eyes to see the young man's good-looking brows furrowed, and his body was low, pretending to be teasing.

"It seems that this king's life should not be extinguished, and there is a miracle doctor in this king, so I can rest assured."

With such a serious injury on his body, he can still joke casually, and it still doesn't seem to hurt enough.

The mood was a little irritable, and he whispered coldly about this trouble, "Close your eyes." ”

If King Qi died, she wouldn't be able to get out of it.

Listening to the young man's slightly irritable voice, he closed his eyes helplessly.

The little miracle doctor is angry.

The corners of the mouth are curved, and the pleasure cannot be stopped.

Now the little miracle doctor didn't want to get rid of him......

In order to prevent someone from throwing him away, Bei Jinchuan grabbed Jiang Wan's sleeve.

You won't be able to run away now.

Du Ruo would definitely come back to find him if he didn't come back for a long time, so he wasn't worried.

It was a tactical closing of his eyes, after all, as the king of Qi, he was out fighting all the year round, and his vigilance was higher than that of ordinary people, and it was impossible to completely put his life in the hands of others.

Xu is old disease and even his vigilance began to decline, slowly, smelling the cold breath of the young man's body, he unconsciously fell asleep.

Jiang Wan simply treated his wound with the gold sore medicine she carried, picked up the silver needles scattered on the ground with an expressionless face, and walked out with Bei Jinchuan in her arms.

The two assassins clutched their wounded chests with one hand, their swords in their hands, and they didn't want to let them go.

The young man looks harmless to humans and animals, but the anger around him is terrifying, and he is like two people when King Qi wakes up.

The dim light reflected on his face, flickering and flickering, obscuring most of his expression.

The young man suddenly raised his eyes, and accidentally met his indifferent eyes, and suddenly the soles of his feet were cold, and the cold chill was like a snake of tarsal bones slowly spitting red letters around their bodies.

Before they could make a move, their throats were cut by a sharp blade, and they fell to the ground with a muffled sound.

"You are—" The frightened expression was dead, and he swallowed his breath before he finished speaking.

Scarlet blood stained the young man's white clothes, and his slender fingers tightly hugged the person in his arms and flew away.

Tick-tock, the moss in the depths of the alley gradually died down, and everything was silent again, except for the strong smell of blood that lingered for a long time.