"Of course it's true, what did I lie to you for?" Xiao Dong lied without changing his face.
Xiao Feiyang frowned tightly. Without a soldier talisman, he couldn't mobilize the three armies. If he couldn't mobilize the three armies, he couldn't... Wait, you don't have to use a soldier talisman to mobilize the three armies!
"Cousin Emperor, since I can't find the soldier talisman, please cousin come with me!" Xiao Feiyang said with a smile, grabbed Xiao Dong's arm, and dragged him out quickly.
Xiao Dong was caught off guard, and was dragged off the dragon bed by him, and fell to the ground in embarrassment. Following his dragging, he scrambled and ran outward, his injured body stumbled on the ground, and Xiao Dong's face was pale in pain. Beads of sweat oozed from his forehead...
Xiao Dong frowned tightly, grabbed Xiao Feiyang forcefully, and shouted angrily: "Xiao Feiyang, what are you doing?"
"Take my cousin to the barracks." Xiao Feiyang paused and looked at Xiao Dong with serious eyes: If he wants to mobilize the soldiers of the three armies, one is to use a soldier talisman, and the other is for the emperor to come in person. If the soldier talisman can't be found, he will naturally take the emperor there.
Xiao Dong's eyes flickered unnaturally, he only thought about not giving Xiao Feiyang the soldier talisman, forgetting that he could directly mobilize the three armies: "That... I am seriously injured, I should not run around!"
"Don't worry, I will ask the guards to prepare the most comfortable carriage. Cousin sits in the carriage, just like lying on the dragon bed in the Hall of Mental Cultivation, without feeling the slightest jolt..." Xiao Feiyang said with a slight smile, and lifted his Xiao Dong, pulled him and hurried out.
Xiao Dong's face was gloomy for an instant. Xiao Feiyang wanted the Three Armies, so he took him directly to the barracks without asking whether he would lend them the Three Armies. The people in the underground palace really regarded him as a puppet that could be used. Put him in your eyes!
"I will not let the three armies go to another hospital to die!"
A firm voice came into his ears, Xiao Feiyang's forward steps suddenly stopped, and he turned to look at Xiao Dong: "What does the emperor's cousin mean?"
What I mean is, I will not lend you the three armies, if you have the ability, you take the guards of the underground palace to kill Murong Xue!
Xiao Dong was full of resentment and was about to spit out. Four dungeon magicians wearing cloaks descended from the sky, and landed lightly in front of the two of them. daunting.
Xiao Dong's eyelids twitched violently, and when the words came to his mouth, he turned around and changed the content: "What I mean is, with the help of these masters of magic, plus my three armies, Murong will definitely be killed. Xue, revenge for Xingchen..."
"Auspicious words from the emperor's cousin!" Xiao Feiyang's tense complexion eased, and his dark eyes narrowed into slits.
"Hehe!" Xiao Dong also smiled, gnashing his teeth imperceptibly in his voice: the magic masters in the underground palace are too powerful, he can't beat them, he can't get rid of their use, he can only follow their wishes and order the three armies To kill Murong Xue...
The current Murong Xue is sitting on the bed in a room in another courtyard, she has taken off her long skirt and inner garment, revealing her injured arm, the wound on the arm is deep enough to see the bone, and bright red blood overflows from the wound, flowing down the skin.
Ouyang Shaochen sat by the bed, carefully cleaned the blood on her skin, took out a bottle of wound medicine, and sprinkled it on the wound. The sharp pain came from the wound, and Murong Xue couldn't help but gasped: "Why? It hurts so much...”
Ouyang Shaochen glanced at her, only to see that a layer of sweat broke out on her forehead due to the pain, and said coldly: "It hurts so badly, of course it will hurt."
Murong Xue frowned slightly: "Xiao Xingshen is highly skilled in technique and not weak in martial arts, I am not his opponent..."
"You know he's powerful, but you still only bring one shadow guard to the street?" Ouyang Shaochen looked at Murong Xue, with a little imperceptible anger in his obsidian pupils: If she brought more shadow guards, or The secret guards of the palace will not be injured at all...
Murong Xue's eyes flickered unnaturally: "I didn't know that the people in the underground palace organized a second group of people to kill me within a few hours..." The former killer organization, after the first assassination failed, at least It will also take a day or two to gather people, sum up the failure experience, and formulate a new assassination plan, and then the second assassination will be carried out...
"It's not the first time you have experienced the arrogance and power of the underground palace. Can they be compared with ordinary killer organizations?" Ouyang Shaochen asked bluntly. If he didn't hear anything, he would arrive in time. She is already a corpse...
Murong Xue: "..."
She also didn't expect that the underground palace would be so arrogant and domineering, and openly assassinate her on the street full of people coming and going...
Murong Xue raised her eyes to look at Ouyang Shaochen, only to see Ouyang Shaochen carefully bandaging the wound on her shoulder with snow-white gauze, and when he tied the knot at the end, he tied it hard, the painful Murong Xue frowned and screamed loudly Hu: "Ouyang Shaochen, my arm is seriously injured, you can't bandage it lightly..."
"The movement is light and the bandage is too loose, which is not conducive to wound healing." Ouyang Shaochen said confidently.
Murong Xue gritted her teeth secretly, telling lies, pretending that she hadn't bandaged her? The weight of the bandaging action has nothing to do with the tightness of the bandaging. It mainly depends on the person who bandages. If you want the bandage to be loose, you can bandage it loosely. If you want it to be tight, you can bandage it tightly. …
It was definitely on purpose that Ouyang Shaochen used such heavy force to bandage her wound...
Ignoring Murong Xue's angry eyes, Ouyang Shaochen put away the medicine bottle and the leftover gauze, brought a snow-blue long skirt, and put it on her body: "That skirt is torn and stained with blood, can't If you wear it again, change to this one."
"I know!" Murong Xue said angrily, grabbed the long skirt, put it on, pinched the coral buttons with her small plain white hands, and wanted to fasten it, but she didn't want to, when she exerted a little force with her left hand, her injured left arm felt a burning pain, her forehead There is also a layer of sweat...
Ouyang Shaochen shook his head, stretched out his hands to pinch Murong Xue's coral buttons, tied them neatly in two or three strokes, and tied the ribbon around his waist carefully...
Murong Xue frowned slightly: "It's just a few buttons, I can fasten them myself."
"Your arm is seriously injured and you can't use your strength. It will be dark when you fasten your buttons!" Ouyang Shaochen glanced at her, his eyes full of contempt.
Murong Xue's bright face darkened in an instant, and he despised her again, how abominable!
As soon as her eyes turned cold, she was about to reprimand Ouyang Shaochen, when a burst of barely audible footsteps came over...
Murong Xue's cold eyes narrowed suddenly: "Someone is running towards this other courtyard, many people..."
"I know." Ouyang Shaochen nodded lightly: "Listening to the sound of footsteps, the people who came were lieutenant soldiers, about 50,000 people..."