In a flash of lightning, the man in mysterious clothes grabbed Misha's waist and hugged her.
Some people see each other for a thousand years, while some people fall in love at first sight just once.
Most women yearn for heroic roles. Xu Yan appeared at such a moment of life and death and became a hero in Misha's mind.
"Why are you still standing there? Just grab them—" Lin Jiao roared angrily: "If they resist, they will be executed on the spot!"
She seemed a little anxious. This matter couldn't make a big fuss anymore. She had to kill them as soon as possible.
"Just you?" The man in black clothes narrowed his eyes coldly, protected Misha behind him, looked at her with a cold light in his deep eyes and said, "Are you worthy of killing me?"
In the chaos, Luo Qingchen took advantage of the firelight to take out the Fengwu Sword directly from his pocket.
Dressed in white, his eyes were cold.
All the people around him were evacuated. In addition to the guards who were at the execution ground, there were also the imperial guards in the palace and the personal guards of the Lin family.
About forty or fifty people...
As for Luo Qingchen and the others, there are only four of them. One of them is Misha, who doesn't know martial arts, and there's also Xu Xu, who doesn't know whether he knows martial arts or not!
This is a big disadvantage in terms of numbers!
"You... where did you get a sword?" Xu Nuo glanced at Luo Qingchen, who was ready to fight, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.
In fact, at that moment, he felt an inexplicable panic, and the urge to protect her spread from the bottom of his heart.
It was as if they had met before, or would meet in the future.
"Picked it up!" Luo Qingchen's eyebrows moved slightly: "Now is not the time to discuss this. Do you know martial arts?"
"No!" Xu Nuo shook his head honestly and said, "But I will shout for you!"
Luo Qingchen rolled her eyes angrily and said, "How about she lying on the ground and calling 666?"
"Hey, this big brother! How many can you hit?" The next second, she glanced at the ice-faced man standing next to him wearing a black suit and said: "How about one person solving it?"
Three seconds later, he smiled coldly and said: "You protect them, and I will take care of everything!"
"Ang—" Luo Qingchen said suddenly, using a small Qinggong skill, and immediately rushed into the crowd with the Phoenix Dance Sword in hand.
The moment he landed, he didn't forget to say: "I prefer to be upfront, so I'll leave it to you to protect people."
"Kill her, don't leave her alive -" Lin Jiao gritted her teeth, her red bloodshot eyes filled with murderous intent.
"Haha, feel free to come -"
The scorching sun is in the sky, and the phoenix sword is flying in the breeze. Every time the sword is drawn, it is like a faint golden streak in the sky.
Although there was no blood sealing the throat, there were still small wounds that scratched the skin.
For just a moment, the air was filled with a faint scent of blood. Forty or fifty people swarmed forward, not even touching the corner of her clothes, let alone hurting her.
The common people standing on the second floor of the teahouse as well as Xu Nuo and his party not far away looked at her with "stunned" eyes.
Before this, no one had thought that this seemingly vulnerable woman could actually contain such huge power in her body.
When everyone around her fell to the ground, what caught her eyes was Lin Jiao's pale face, and Ye Ran who unconsciously took a step back.
Ye Ran's behavior made her suddenly feel that maybe he didn't love Lin Jiao that much, and what he loved most was herself.
Because when he was in danger, he did not stand in front of Lin Jiao like a man, but still stood behind her and took a step back.
Luo Qingchen came to Lin Jiao very quickly, put the Fengwu sword directly on her neck, and said with cold eyes: "I want to see Mo Ye! Oh, by the way, he is your emperor!" ( To be continued)