Bent This Way

Chapter 59: The Merry Prince is a dude (10)

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"Who is coming?"

Ning Ze asked coldly, but he already had the answer in his heart.

The hunting ground here is exclusively used by the royal family, and the guards are very strict, and it is basically impossible for thieves to sneak in.

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Unexpectedly, he has already reached such a point, but that person still refuses to let him go...

The man in black didn't answer, but sneered and took the lead in attacking.

Ning Ze turned around and sprinted for more than ten meters, his feet slamming on the tree trunk. With the help of inertia, he jumped onto the tree lightly.

Then, he pulled out three feather arrows from the quiver with one hand and put them on the bowstring at the same time.

"Whoosh whoosh—"

The feather arrow shot out through the air, and the three men in black who rushed to the front screamed and fell to the ground, twitched twice and then stopped moving.

Draw the bow again and aim.

Ning Ze's arrow was not in vain.

The man in black was dead, but he couldn't even get close to him.

However…

Ning Ze glanced at the bare quiver, and pursed the corners of his lips.

The only two remaining men in black also saw it.

Sneered twice, raised the knife in his hand, and outflanked him from both sides.

Using a bow and arrow as a weapon, Ning Ze quickly eliminated a man in black. But the shoulder was cut by another man in black, and the blood soon stained the front of the chest red.

Looking at the last man in black, there was a hint of hostility in those peach blossom eyes.

"My lord!"

A cold figure suddenly appeared.

Ning Ze's expression froze.

It's him.

Hua Shuisheng carried a bow and arrow on his back, and his gaze swept across the scattered corpses of men in black.

After blankly looking at the surviving man in black, he drew his bow and pointed it at Ning Ze.

The man in black heaved a sigh of relief, and stared at Ning Ze fiercely.

Looking at that beautiful face, Ning Ze closed his eyes, with a helpless wry smile on his lips.

Forget it, maybe he is destined to die here today.

"Whoosh—"

The imagined pain did not hit.

Ning Ze opened his eyes, and saw the man in black looking at the arrow on his chest in disbelief not far away, and slowly fell to the ground.

Jiang Yan: No. 888, was the posture I drew the bow handsome just now

No. 888 made a "tsk".

I don't know if you are handsome or not. What I know is that if you don't care about Ning Ze anymore, he will burp due to excessive blood loss.

Jiang Yan turned his head suddenly, only to realize that Ning Ze passed out at some point.

When Ning Ze woke up, he found himself lying in a cave, and it was pouring rain outside.

His coat was removed, and his upper body was bare, with only a pair of obscene trousers on his body. The wound on the shoulder has been washed, and the flesh is horribly turned over, and the bone can be seen deep.

Not far away, Hua Shuisheng was pounding something with stones.

Her body and face were stained with blood, her hair had long been loose, and she looked a bit embarrassed.

A pair of cold eyes drooped, and thick eyelashes cast a faint shadow on his cheeks.

"You..." Ning Ze said with a complicated expression, "Why did you save me?"

Hua Shuisheng kept moving, but said calmly: "My family belongs to the prince, so naturally I want to save the prince."

After pounding for a while, she got up and walked to Ning Ze.

"It will hurt a little, my lord, bear with it."

As he spoke, he applied the green herbal medicine in his hand to the wound on Ning Ze's shoulder.

She moved very carefully, her cold fingertips touched Ning Ze's hot skin from time to time.

Looking into those cold eyes, Ning Ze suddenly said, "From now on, don't call yourself like that again."

Hua Shuisheng looked up at him.

"I mean-"

Ning Ze suddenly stretched out his hand and tore open the skirt of the person in front of him.

The smooth chest is flat, and there are even slightly raised muscles.

"Stop calling yourself 'Slave', dandy."