Not only did Ji Yunshu underestimate Jing Rong, but he could not have imagined that the prince's martial arts would be so amazing!
She struggled to drag Forber aside.
Watch carefully!
With his bare hands, Jing Rong fought very hotly with the men in black. He seemed to be tall and straight, but he was extremely dexterous.
After dodging for a while, he snatched a sword from the hand of a man in black.
What Ji Yunshu never expected was that the sword in Jingrong's hand was not used to save himself, but to kill!
The face with a noble temperament seemed to be peeled off, and it was replaced by a fierce and cold pubic skin.
The sword in his hand was fatal, and two or three men in black had fallen into a pool of blood.
The picture of sword, light, sword and shadow shakes people's eyes.
Ji Yunshu tensed his heart, and tugged his hands tightly on Fu Bo's clothes, from the indifferent mood of the onlookers to some turbulent.
At this moment, a man in black noticed her squatting in the corner, turned his sword, and stabbed Ji Yunshu straight.
Ji Yunshu's eyes widened as the sword was so close at hand.
Isn't it a pity that she died like this at her beautiful age
At that moment, she thought too much.
For example, the money she hid under the bed hasn't been told to Luan'er yet!
She also hasn't bought the ink set from Mobaozhai!
She still hasn't paid the insole money owed to Aunt Li from Beixie Street!
She also forgot to tell the Ji family that she didn't want to use sandalwood when she was buried, because the smell was too pungent, she wanted to use pine wood, and it was comfortable to lie down!
…
After a random thought, it was fleeting, and when the sword was only a few centimeters away from him, it was suddenly picked away.
Amitabha, God bless!
And the Buddha who saved her was the one made of clay.
Scenery.
I saw that after picking up the sword, Jing Rong's hand was so fast that the sword in his hand had already stabbed towards the neck of the man in black.
The blood burst open, splashing on Jing Rong's clean robe, and on Ji Yunshu's fair tender face!
The three men in black who survived knew they were about to lose the battle.
The leader shouted: "Withdraw."
The three avoided Jingrong's sword, jumped on the beam, and fled...
Don't chase after the poor.
Jing Rong's gloomy eyes fell on the direction they disappeared.
Turning his head, he saw the blood on Ji Yunshu's face, and his brows showed intense worry. He quickly walked in front of Ji Yunshu, grabbed her thin arm, and asked, "How is it? Are you injured?"
She shook her head, her eyes were blurred!
He raised his sleeves, wiped the blood on his face, then looked at Jing Rong lightly, and said, "My lord murdered, can you go a little further, if the blood is poisonous, I'm afraid I'm dead now."
"You're still talking about this at this time?" Jing Rong was serious.
"Xiao Xiao is very serious." Her eyes flashed, trying to tell him, she was serious!
Jing Rong was helpless, looked at Uncle Fu who was beside her, and reached out to the tip of his nose.
Unexpectedly, Ji Yunshu knocked it out: "Uncle Fu isn't dead yet."
"This king is just to confirm, what are you excited about."
Yes, she was so excited, she was probably so frightened that she made a fuss.
"Uncle Fu should have fainted from fright, and asked the lord to help him to the house."
Jing Rong let out an "um", but helped Uncle Fu alone. Ji Yunshu wanted to help, but he pushed him away, and said lightly, "Go and wash your face."
It sounds like an order, but it always has an awkward feeling.
Ji Yunshu nodded, and before he could say where the medicine was, Jing Rong had already led Fu Bo to go in.
Looking at the corpses of four or five men in black on the ground, Ji Yunshu didn't know whether to worry or be happy.
I might have to carry the corpse to burn later, but I really shouldn't go out this night.
When she washed her face and was about to enter the room to see Uncle Fu, Jing Rong came out from inside with a serious face: "Uncle Fu has already rested, don't go in and disturb him."
"That wound..."
"It has been bandaged for him."
Ji Yunshu nodded, looked at him again, and said, "Your Highness, thank you just now."
"No, saving people is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Besides, you haven't investigated the case for this king, and you are dead now. Who will this king take over in a short time?" Jing Rong's unruly eyes raised.
Ji Yunshu was used to it, but his heart couldn't help but roll his eyes at him.
How did he know that at this time, a man in black on the ground suddenly stood up and used his last strength to raise his sword and slash at him.
Ji Yunshu was the closest, with his back to him again, so he couldn't notice it.
"careful."
Jing Rong was caught off guard, pulled Ji Yunshu into her arms, turned around, and without having time to think, raised her arm to block the sword for Ji Yunshu, and her arm was cut open. A long mouth.
Before she could take care of her injuries, Jing Rong picked up a sword on the ground with her feet, kicked it hard, and stabbed the man in black in the chest.
Fall to the ground and die!
At this time, Ji Yunshu was being firmly guarded by Jing Rong in front of him, the sudden figure was close at hand, and at the tip of his nose, the inherent smell of the man's body lingered, which warmed the heart.
She raised her eyes and glanced at Jingrong cautiously, her eyes extended from his chin all the way to the long and thick eyelashes, the breeze was blowing gently, it was very beautiful!
The pair of big hands that were wrapped around his waist was also not clearly with a dark energy.
At that moment, she was also a little flustered!
When he came back to his senses, Ji Yunshu took a few steps back, his eyes lowered, trying his best to clear up his mood, when he looked up, he saw Jing Rong swaying, his eyes weak, and his lips white.
"My lord, how are you?"
She stepped forward to help him, only to find his injured arm, and suddenly said, "Are you injured?"
"This king is fine." Jing Rong held on, and kept saying, "This little injury is nothing. You were not born when this king went into battle to kill the enemy."
Hey, your logic is wrong! I will already be making soy sauce by then.
Ji Yunshu didn't refute him, and looked at the injury on his arm, stabbed by a sword, shouldn't the blood flowing out of the person be bright red
How is it black
"My lord, the sword was poisoned just now." Ji Yunshu angered.
Therefore, Uncle Fu was not fainted, but he must have been stabbed and poisoned.
These words were just finished, Jing Rong's body was already pressing towards her, and her thin shoulders were shaking, how could she support this bulky body.
The bodies of the two were also tightly pressed together at the moment.
Jing Rong's head fell on Ji Yunshu's shoulder, and the warm breath from the tip of her nose slapped on her neck, crisp and numb.
It made Ji Yunshu tremble a few times.
For the first time in his life, he was hugged by the same man several times.
Jing Rong opened her mouth slightly and whispered something in her ear.
"This king... this king is fine."