Bai Yueguang, the stand-in for Prince Sick Jiao

Chapter 117 Weakness
At that time, the wind was clear, and the fiery red sunset was slowly falling against the green hills. Slowly and slowly, it was not until a bonfire was lit in the camp that Wei Xiu led the people back down the mountain.

The subordinates who followed him approached and asked cautiously: "My lord, let's go back like this. Will His Majesty blame you?"

Wei Xiu searched the paddock for a whole day, but couldn't find even a ghost. She was feeling irritable at this moment, and when she heard him ask this question, the pent-up anger suddenly surged up in her heart.

"You still have the face to ask? If you can't find anyone, I have never seen someone as stupid as you!"

The subordinate was scolded, and immediately felt aggrieved: "My lord, it's not that the subordinates are stupid, the brothers almost turned the whole paddock upside down, how can there be anyone?"

"Maybe you misread the footprints you found last night"

As soon as the words fell, Wei Xiu slapped her and said angrily, "You think I'm as stupid as you? Can't even tell the difference between a human and an animal?!"

He held his head, licked his face and said with a smile: "My lord, you are wise and powerful, so you are naturally different from your subordinates."

"Go away, don't flatter me here!" Wei Xiu waved her hand impatiently.

The subordinates knew that he was in a bad mood, so they didn't dare to touch his bad head again, and quietly retreated to the side. Who would have thought that just as he returned to his position, a cold light suddenly shot out in front of him.

Before he could react in time, a cold arrow pierced through the wind and hit his face, blood splashed out, his eyes widened, and he fell down in a daze.

Wei Xiu was shocked, and immediately drew his sword out: "There are assassins!"

The tired people suddenly woke up, drew their swords in unison, and observed the situation in the forest vigilantly.

The breeze was floating, and it was very quiet everywhere, with only the rustling sound of the shadows of the trees in my ears.

Yuan Wuwei lurks in the dark, staring coldly at Wei Xiu and the others through the gaps in the weeds. The leader slowly raised his right hand, gave an order, and immediately fired several cold arrows, shooting towards the forest with the momentum of breaking bamboo. go!
"Be careful!" Wei Xiu's expression turned serious, and he swung his knife to block the cold arrows coming from the dark.

After the wave of arrow rain ended, Yuan Wuwei didn't give them a chance to breathe, and another wave of arrow rain hit immediately.

Wei Xiu took only 30 people with him to search the mountain this time, but now he has been attacked by two waves of arrows, and more than half of them have died.

"My lord, the opponent is coming in a fierce manner. We don't have enough manpower. If we continue like this, I'm afraid the whole army will be wiped out!"

"Yes, my lord, the top priority is to evacuate as soon as possible. If you are not with His Majesty, just in case"

Before he finished speaking, the arrow feather pierced through the void and pierced his heart with a blow, and he fell to the ground with a bang.

Seeing another person fall down, Wei Xiu gritted her teeth and ordered: "Everyone, get out!"

Everyone got the order and quickly retreated down the mountain.

Yuan Wuwei, who was hiding in the forest, watched them walk away, and one of them couldn't help asking, "Do you still want to chase them?"

"No, they are responsible for the camp. Our goal is not here." She curled her lips indifferently, and then led the people up the mountain.

Compared with Fu Xiuyun's life, what she wanted more was to see Fu Mingjue in pain.

The majestic mountains in the distance were bathed in the glow of the sun, and Ling Youyao watched the red sun fade away and buried itself among the green hills.

The phrase "every year" that Fu Mingjue said lingered in her mind, but she didn't know that the seemingly simple promise in his mouth was an extravagant wish for her.

After the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet, Fu Xiuyun became more and more suspicious of Fu Mingjue, and now Ling Ling happened again, Ling Youyao didn't dare to think about what Fu Xiuyun would do next.

No matter how it changes, the two brothers are gradually moving towards a break, which is unavoidable after all.

Ling Youyao silently looked at the distant sky in a daze, her thoughts drifted away.

Fu Mingjue took the cloak and came back, seeing that her eyes were distracted, he couldn't help frowning: "What are you thinking?"

Hearing the sound, Ling Youyao came back to her senses, looked at his cold and indifferent face, her eyes suddenly became sad, but she still smiled.

"It's nothing, it's getting late, let's go back."

Fu Mingjue frowned and looked at her, his eyes suddenly sank, and then put the cloak on Ling Youyao.

But when he approached her, he whispered something: "Maybe we have to wait a little longer before we can go back."

Ling Youyao looked up at him, not understanding what he meant.

The corners of Fu Mingjue's lips curled up, and there seemed to be a hint of a smile in his cold eyes: "Stand here and don't move, at most half an hour, we can go down the mountain."

"My lord, you."

Ling Youyao was halfway through speaking, in the glow of the sky, suddenly more than a dozen people leaped out of the forest, all of them covered their faces in black, and the cold light on the sword swayed in the red eyes.

In an instant, the killing intent was approaching.

"His Royal Highness, long time no see." A soft female voice came from afar.

This familiar voice made Ling Youyao's heart lift up. She stared at the front closely, only to see a slender woman in a black dress coming.

——It’s Mingyue!

She didn't die? !

Ling Youyao's eyes widened in shock, and she grabbed Fu Mingjue subconsciously.

Back then, the prison caught fire for no reason, and only a scorched corpse was found inside. Although the knife marks on the corpse were consistent with Mingyue's torture record, who knew whether it was true or not?

Fu Mingjue was not surprised to see Mingyue. The fire was full of doubts, and after he found Yuanwuwei in Tongzhou, he guessed that Mingyue was probably not dead.

Now it seems that Mingyue not only did not die, but also found Yuanwuwei.

"You are the toughest person this king has ever seen." Fu Mingjue smiled lowly, "But no matter how hard your life is, it will fall into my hands."

When Mingyue heard this, she didn't have the slightest fear, and her smile became more and more wild: "In the past, you would have been three-point credible when you said these words, but now you have an extra weakness around you."

As she spoke, her cold eyes fell on Ling Youyao.

Ling Youyao's heart tightened when she saw her, and suddenly felt a warmth from her hand, and her heart trembled slightly.

When he raised his eyes, Fu Mingjue happened to look at her with clear and firm eyes.

The moment Ling Youyao met his gaze, Ling Youyao's wavering heart inexplicably settled down. With him around, everything will be fine.

Mingyue hated such a tender scene the most, her eyes turned cold: "Kill them for me!"

The man in black moved when he heard the sound, and rushed forward with a knife in his hand.

Fu Mingjue still maintained a calm and distant smile, drew the soft sword from his waist, and immediately finished off the two men in black who rushed forward.

Everyone knew that King Jing was ruthless, but no one knew how good his martial arts were. Unexpectedly, he killed two people with just one move, which shows that his strength is extraordinary.

Seeing their companions collapsed, the others turned serious, and soon wrestled with Fu Mingjue.

In the afterglow of the sword light, people kept falling to the ground. Ling Youyao watched Fu Mingjue fight with the man in black, and her heart rose to her throat.

Everyone's attention was on Fu Mingjue, but Mingyue quietly approached Ling Youyao holding a sword
(End of this chapter)