"Bang!" A violent explosion resounded, shooting out countless debris, and a large group of men in black were blown to the ground.
Murong Xue saw the opportunity, tapped her toes lightly, and her slender figure leaped outwards like an arrow leaving the string: there were countless dead men in black clothes, and she didn't know when she would be able to kill them all, and she was injured again , too lazy to waste time here!
The dead man was called out by Qin Yuyan, so let the three of them kill them slowly. Whether they die or live depends on their own luck...
"Xue'er!" Ye Yichen's eyes narrowed slightly, and he was about to get up and go after Murong Xue. He didn't want to, a large group of dead men swarmed in and surrounded him. He could only watch Murong Xue go further and further away...
A big hole was blown out of the yard, and nearly a hundred dead soldiers in black were killed or injured. The strong smell of gunpowder lingered on the tip of his nose. Qin Haoyan narrowed his eyes slightly: "What did Murong Xue throw just now?"
"I don't know!" Ye Yichen shook his head lightly. In the blink of an eye, he only saw that it was a small black bullet. Such a small thing has such a strong lethality. It's amazing, just like Murong. Xue, every time he sees her, he can give him an unexpected surprise...
Qin Haoyan raised his eyebrows slightly, and smelled it like gunpowder, but isn't gunpowder all powder? It still needs a wire of fire to guide it. Murong Xue can actually make it explode automatically, which is incredible...
"Shua, shua, slash!" The black-clothed dead soldiers held long swords and slashed madly over!
Ye Yichen's sharp eyes narrowed slightly: "There are more and more black-clothed dead men. If we keep killing them, how long will it take? Let's leave first, and send people to exterminate them later!"
"Okay!" Qin Haoyan nodded, turned around abruptly, and pulled out the long sword on Qin Yuyan's shoulder: There were a lot of casualties in the yard, and the room was full of minced meat. Apart from the smell of blood, there was a stench, which was very unpleasant. Don't want to stay here anymore.
Qin Yuyan spit out a mouthful of blood with a 'poof', her complexion was pale and bloodless, she lay softly on Qin Haoyan's back, her gaze gradually lost...
Ye Yichen's bullet directed a series of powerful internal forces, knocked down all the dead soldiers, jumped up and flew to the high wall, and the strong internal force continued to suppress the dead soldiers, Qin Haoyan took the opportunity to leap out of the house with Qin Yuyan on his back, and landed gently on the ground On the ground outside the courtyard.
"Yuyan is seriously injured, take her back to Prince Jing's mansion for treatment." Ye Yichen floated to the ground, dropped these words lightly, turned around, and strode forward.
Qin Haoyan frowned in confusion: "Prince Jing, where are you going?"
"There is something urgent that needs to be dealt with." Ye Yichen replied without looking back, and strode forward.
Looking at his gradually walking away figure, the corners of Qin Haoyan's mouth curled up gracefully: Ye Yichen's affairs were mainly concentrated in Prince Jing's Mansion and the military camp. It's so late now and the gates of the city are closed, so it's impossible for him to return to the military camp. What are you in such a hurry to deal with
"Sister Huang, do you think my future brother-in-law is going to find Murong Xue?" Just now, Ye Yichen had seen all of Ye Yichen's concern for Murong Xue.
She suffered such a serious injury, Yichen didn't comfort her, and he didn't take her to see a doctor, but went to see Murong Xue, it's really disgusting!
Qin Yuyan was furious, spit out a mouthful of blood with a puff, sharp pain rose in her chest, her vision went dark, and she fainted unwillingly, the front of her chest was stained red with blood...
Looking at her bubbling wound, Qin Haoyan's evil eyes flashed a meaningful flash. If the sword was a little bit off, the imperial sister would be dead. It seems that Murong Xue threw that sword At that time, she was planning to take the life of Huang Jie, so cruel and poisonous!
It's very similar to his behavior!
As the night darkened, Murong Xue walked alone on the empty street, the sound of light footsteps spread far and far in the silent night...
The wound on her left arm was burning hot, and blood continuously spilled out, staining most of her sleeves red, and a faint smell of blood lingered at the tip of her nose. Murong Xue frowned tightly: The monster's strength is really not small, if she hadn't been able to hide quickly , Most of the arms will be cut off by him...
There was a barely audible sound of breaking wind, and a purple figure descended from the sky, gently floating in front of her: "Xue'er!"
Murong Xue's eyes froze, she took a few steps back quickly, and distanced herself from him: "What are you doing here?"
Looking at her guarded gaze, Ye Yichen's deep pupils dimmed slightly, and he held a small light blue porcelain bottle and handed it to her: "Your arm is injured, I'll bring you the medicine."
The porcelain bottle is as delicate as jade, and if there is a seemingly nonexistent medicinal fragrance overflowing the cork, it smells very good, and one can tell it is the best wound medicine.
Murong Xue was unmoved at all, and said coldly, "Thank you, Prince Jing, for your kindness. The Marquis of Zhen Guo has a lot of wound medicine, so I won't bother Prince Jing to spend it." Unexpectedly, Ye Yichen was so quickly removed from the crowd of dead soldiers in black. He was killed in Li, and he was still unscathed. He really deserves to be the Qingyan God of War.
"No matter how many wound medicines the Zhen Guohou Mansion has, it's still yours. This bottle is my lord's wish." Ye Yichen said in a low voice, with a little sincerity gleaming in his sharp eyes.
Murong Xue sneered disdainfully: "Ye Yichen, there is no relationship between us anymore, I won't accept anything from you, you should express your heart to Qin Yuyan."
A complicated expression flashed in Ye Yichen's eyes, his eyes sank slightly, and he didn't speak.
"It's getting late, I'm leaving first, Lord Jing, please do your own thing." Murong Xue said coldly, and walked forward quickly, the moment he passed Ye Yichen, he suddenly reached out and grabbed her arm: "Sher..."
"Let go!" Murong Xue's eyes turned cold, and she slapped Ye Yichen with her palm.
Ye Yichen reached out and grabbed her wrist, his deep eyes flashed with light: "Xue'er, can we sit down and have a good talk?"
"Prince Jing, you have never liked me, and I have never liked you. The marriage contract that bound us has been completely broken off. Now we are just strangers who know each other. What else is there to talk about?" Murong Xue said coldly. Then, she suddenly raised her foot and kicked Ye Yichen, he held him too tightly, she couldn't break free, so she had no choice but to kick him.
Ye Yichen quickly turned sideways, Murong Xue kicked the air, and her slender body fell straight to the ground...
"Be careful!" Ye Yichen put his arms around Murong Xue's waist and helped her up. A familiar figure came into view, and he looked up...
Murong Xue stood firm, angry and anxious, and slapped Ye Yichen's arm hard: "Take your hands away!"
Ye Yichen remained motionless, his sharp eyes staring straight ahead.
Murong Xue followed his gaze, and saw a slender figure standing under the big tree in front, with a handsome face and Tsinghua noble figure, it was Ouyang Shaochen, the son of Xiaoyao Prince!