Murong Xue smiled slightly. Her real purpose in coming to Mingzhou City was to find the shadow guards. It was just a coincidence that she met Duan Wuluo and lived in the prefect's mansion.
No matter if the truth or falsehood of Qingyan Kingdom's shadow guard lurking in Mingzhou City in southern Xinjiang, it will cause an uproar, so don't let Gong Qianyu and Duan Wuluo know about it, she will come to Mingzhou City quietly again , but will never live in the prefect's mansion again.
Murong Xue's eyes sank, and she was about to find a suitable reason to perfunctory, when a gust of breeze blew by, and a vaguely scented fragrance floated to the tip of her nose, the fragrance was very strong.
Murong Xue didn't like this smell, so she couldn't help but frowned: "What's this smell? It's so strong?"
Gong Qianyu also smelled this strong breath, and her handsome face sank slightly: "This seems to be... Meixiang!"
Meixiang? Isn't it just an aphrodisiac
Murong Xue's eyes froze, she hastily covered her mouth and nose, and suddenly raised her head to look in the direction of the strong fragrance. In the dark night, a black figure could be vaguely seen huddling in a hidden corner, holding an unknown object in her hand, Vigorously fanning, the top of the unknown object was lit with red light, which flickered under the gust of wind!
That must be Meixiang!
Murong Xue tapped her toes lightly, her slender body was like a shock, she jumped in front of the man in black in the blink of an eye, the soft sword in her hand slashed Meixiang, and stabbed fiercely in the man in black's chest, piercing him back and forth, tightly Nailed to the wall, bright red blood overflowed the wound, instantly soaking a large piece of clothes...
"Ah!" The man's painful wailing pierced through the clouds and resounded through the small courtyard.
Murong Xue turned a deaf ear to him, looked at him coldly and said, "Who sent you here?" She actually gave her a sweet scent, she really didn't know what to do.
"No comment!" The man in black looked at Murong Xue coldly, his eyes flickering coldly.
The mouth is quite strict!
The corners of Murong Xue's mouth curled up, and she suddenly took out the dagger in her sleeve, and stabbed it fiercely on the man's shoulder. There was a 'chi' sound, the man's shoulder was pierced through, blood spurted out, and the veins on his forehead burst out. A little bit of cold sweat seeped out.
He stared at Murong Xue resentfully, with a little bit of coldness flickering in his eyes, wishing he could swallow her alive...
Murong Xue blinked her eyes and was still in the mood to stare at her. It seems that he hasn't hurt deeply enough!
A strange smile curled up at the corner of her mouth, and Murong Xue swiped the dagger in her hand towards the man, only to hear a 'poof', a big gash popped out of the man's neck instantly, and drops of blood rushed out like water breaking a bank, Drop by drop fell on the man's skirt, scarlet...
"Who sent you here?" Murong Xue looked at him and asked in a neutral tone, Qing Ling's voice was as cold as ice, and the dagger in his hand was placed on the man's neck, slipping every now and then.
The neck was in burning pain, and the man could clearly feel the sharp thin blade embedded in his skin, sliding back and forth, cutting open pieces of tender flesh and blood vessels, gradually approaching the throat...
He didn't doubt at all that if he didn't tell the truth, Murong Xue would cut off his neck cruelly and drain the blood from his body. It was obviously a hot June day, but he seemed to be in the cold winter of the twelfth lunar month, and his whole body was cold. Trembling, with trembling lips, he said in a hurry: "I said, I said... the person who made me is..."
The man's hand quietly touched the dagger hidden in his waist, his eyes turned cold, and he stabbed viciously at Murong Xue...
Sen Leng Han Mang came into view, Murong Xue curled up a icy smile, and sneaked up on her, desperately!
With a flick of his wrist, the sharp dagger passed over the man's dagger in an instant, and cut a long and thin gash on his neck. The scarlet blood splashed and splashed on the blue stone road, bright red and dazzling...
The man remained in the stabbing posture and stood still for a moment, then fell to the ground with a plop, his eyes widened, and the ashen pupils were filled with anger and unwillingness...
The dim light shone on the silver dagger in Murong Xue's hand, refracting a dazzling light. The blood on the blade gradually pooled at the tip, condensing into a drop of blood, which dripped to the ground with a low, sticky sound. It's chilling and frightening...
She doesn't want to kill people, but some people always assassinate her recklessly and plot against her, so don't blame her for being cruel!
"He's dead?" A pleasant male voice came to his ears, and it was Gong Qianyu who came over, with black robes fluttering like a flourishing ink lotus.
"Dead." Murong Xue replied casually: He didn't tell her the mastermind behind the scenes and wanted to assassinate her, so naturally she would not let him live again.
Putting the sword back into its sheath, Murong Xue looked up and saw Gong Qianyu standing by the wall, an unnatural blush appeared on his handsome cheeks, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead...
"What's wrong with you?" Murong Xue looked at him puzzled.
"I... feel so uncomfortable..." Gong Qianyu looked at Murong Xue, his clear eyes were blurred and charming, and the inner strength of his body seemed to be emptied in an instant. His slender body leaned against the wall and slowly slid down to the ground. His eyes were full of helplessness.
He is... Zhong Meixiang!
Murong Xuexue narrowed her eyes slightly, looked at him with concern and said, "Are you okay?"
"It's... not bad..." Gong Qianyu said lightly, her voice was weak, her handsome face was flushed with blush, and the bottom of her clear eyes was also full of affection.
"Is there any cold pond in the prefect's mansion, I'll help you there..." Murong Xue asked urgently, cold pond is the most effective magic weapon to restrain Meixiang.
"I... I have no strength, I can't walk..." Gong Qianyu replied sullenly, leaning against the wall, cold sweat dripped from his forehead, his handsome face was slightly distorted, showing that he was suffering now, feeling bad…
The efficacy of Meixiang's medicine is really powerful. Gong Qianyu's strong martial arts and deep internal strength can't be suppressed!
"Use internal force to suppress the nature of the medicine first, and I'll call someone to help you." Murong Xue said anxiously, turning around to leave, but suddenly a hot current rose from her lower abdomen, which instantly reached her limbs, and then turned into thick The dry heat, writhing wantonly in the body...
Murong Xue was taken aback, it's too bad, she also fell in love with Meixiang!
The strength of her body was emptied in an instant, she staggered against the wall, slid slowly along the stone wall and fell to the ground, a cold light flashed in her cold eyes: she only smelled a very faint fragrance at that time, there was no smell. Thinking about it, she was still hit by Meixiang, and she still had such a violent attack...
"Murong Xue, what's wrong with you?" Gong Qianyu looked at her, a hint of puzzlement flashed in her blurred eyes.
"Same as you, the effect of the medicine kicked in after being hit by Meixiang." Murong Xue said weakly, clenched her fists tightly, her lustrous nails pierced deeply into her flesh, and there was a little pain, she tried her best to stay awake...
Meixiang lost all her strength, now she is not only unable to walk, but also weak to speak, unable to call out...