In just this moment, Luo Qingchen turned sideways and jumped out of the window.
Teleport.
The voice of the system sounded in her mind, which came from her order.
"Everyone at the door, stop her—" Mu Hanche strode out with anger in her eyes.
"Qi Mu King, I didn't see the Crown Princess coming out!"
"Impossible!" Mu Hanche frowned tightly and almost yelled: "I saw her jump out of the window and leave. Find her!"
"Yes Yes… "
"Little plum—"
"exist."
Mu Hanche clenched his fists tightly and said through gritted teeth, "Are the guards ready to surround Nan Yisheng?"
"Waiting for King Mu's instructions."
"I don't believe he can walk out of my palace today!" Mu Hanche roared angrily and hammered the wall with his right hand.
A faint scent of blood instantly filled the air. He really hated that man.
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Luo Qingchen's teleportation directly reached the city wall. All she could see was a vast expanse of white snow, except for one place, which was densely covered with fire.
At this moment, Nan Yisheng was surrounded by Mu Hanche's thousands of guards. They were all wearing night uniforms, holding long swords in their hands, and their eyes were full of killing intent.
As expected, Mu Hanche still couldn't let him go. He should have guessed, but he must come back.
Send his princess back in person, because his father, the king of Nanzhao Kingdom, has begun the ritual of the saint opening the Tianling Flower Array to eliminate the four-hundred-year curse.
From the day he let her enter the Star Palace, he tried his best to treat her well.
He didn't know if she would remember him in the future, but he wanted to keep all the good things about her in his heart.
No matter how many years pass in the future, we can remember it forever and remember it as before.
"It seems that King Mu is not going to let me go." Nan Yisheng narrowed his eyes coldly and grabbed the sword of the person closest to him as quickly as possible.
His martial arts skills were extremely high, and the man barely reacted as he was already bleeding and silenced.
The strong smell of blood instantly filled the air, and nearly a thousand guards from the Mu Kingdom looked at each other, all impressed by Nan Yisheng's smooth swordsmanship.
There were many of them, but their opponent was an almost god-like figure in their eyes.
It must not be easy to kill him...
"Are you ready?" Nan Yisheng's cold eyes narrowed, and there was no gentleness in that world-confused face, but instead was covered with a layer of coldness as cold as frost.
He narrowed his cold eyes, looked at the dense crowd of guards around him, and said with an extremely cold smile: "I want to leave five hundred people to be buried with me."
As soon as the sound fell, he took up his sword and charged into the crowd.
When you see someone killing someone, you will seal your throat when you see blood.
The originally white snow was instantly stained red with blood, and there was no other smell in the air except the smell of blood.
Nan Yisheng's white clothes had long been dyed red by blood, not only the enemy's blood but also his own blood.
No matter how good his martial arts skills were, he would still be injured in such a huge crowd.
Every time he rushed into the crowd, he could only minimize the inevitable damage.
In a round of fighting, hundreds of people fell around him, and he himself was seriously injured.
I saw him half-kneeling in the snow, supporting his body with a long sword, and the blood from the wound dripped drop by drop.
At this moment, all he was thinking about and thinking about was that he wanted to see the person he liked so much... for the last time! (To be continued)