Your Majesty, you are under arrest

Wen Xining pursed her lips and smiled, this Pei Min'er was his treasure, how could he just watch her die?

They put the poison on the arrow, they will definitely be able to detoxify it, but if she pierces Pei Min'er's throat with an arrow, then she will save Mao Mao.

The strength of his subordinates relaxed a little, Wen Xining said:

"It's okay to stop, trade Quan'er for your beloved woman."

When talking about the woman she loves, Pei Min'er's body in her hand moved again, Wen Xining lowered her eyes, looked at Pei Min'er who was wearing Quan'er's face, and said with disgust on her face:

"What? Did I say something wrong? Although I know that you are also a master who has no face to face others, I still have to trouble you to take off this face. You are such a disgusting person, you don't deserve this face."

While Wen Xining was talking, she pulled her chin with her hand, and she tore off a bloody butt, revealing Pei Miner's pale and resentful face.

Pei Min'er and Pei Luoqi were already speechless by Wen Xining's sarcastic remarks.

"The person you want is here."

At this moment, a deep voice sounded from behind the tree next to it.

Wen Xining turned her eyes and saw Beitang Jin walking slowly towards them with Ghost Blade in one hand and Quan'er in the other.

Quan'er was wearing a white tunic, but luckily there were no signs of injury on her body or face. After seeing Wen Xining, she shouted anxiously:

"Miss!"

Wen Xining's beautiful eyebrows were slightly frowned, this one must be Quan'er, she gave Quan'er a no-worry look, and a pair of eyes slowly fell on Beitang Jin.

An ordinary cyan robe, disheveled hair, haggard face, and scruffy beard, he still has no trace of the past. It is really not an exaggeration to say that he is a bereaved dog.

The only thing that remained the same was his fierce eyes.

He just stared at Wen Xining fiercely, with anger, unwillingness, and entanglement in his eyes...

"Prince Jin, please stay safe."

Wen Xining couldn't stand the look in Ling Chi's eyes, and spoke first.

Beitang Jin pulled Quan'er forward, smiled bitterly and said:

"Ning'er, do you know that you are really cruel, and your affection for a girl is several times better than that for this king."

"That's a must."

Wen Xining's voice was cold and emotionless,

"Because during the time when I was hurt so badly by someone, the only person who was by my side was her; because when everyone abandoned me, the only person who never left me was her .And what about you? Where were you when you kept saying you loved me?"

Wen Xining's words peeled off the scars in Bei Tangjin's heart. For a moment, guilt overflowed,

"Ning'er...I..."

Seeing her reaction, Wen Xining was very satisfied,

"What? Can't you answer? Then let me answer. At those times, you were working hard for the throne in your mind, and you were the one who hurt me the most."

Beitang Jin's complexion changed, and the hand holding Ghost Blade tightened again and again.

"Ning'er, you have really changed a lot. It should be said that you have completely changed."

"Ha ha……"

Wen Xining raised her eyebrows, if she hadn't procrastinated and waited for Mu Lifeng to come to support her, she wouldn't want to talk so much.

"That's right, the previous Wen Xining was completely dead when you pushed her away. Now I am the reborn Wen Xining. All the past love and hatred have vanished."

Well, just be nauseous for a while.

Looking at Wen Xining's familiar yet unfamiliar face, Bei Tangjin's heart ached slightly,

"Ning'er, I was wrong before, can you give me another chance, as long as you come back to me and get rid of Beitangshuo, you will be my queen, what Beitangshuo can give you, I can give it to you too, Ning'er, okay?"

After hearing these shameless words, Wen Xining almost looked up to the sky and sighed, and couldn't help laughing and said:

"Prince Jin, it's broad daylight, why did you start dreaming? I once again solemnly declare that the current Wen Xining is no longer that ignorant girl who can be deceived by you with a few sweet words. So, Lord Jin, please Don't challenge my limit, let my people go quickly, or if you make me anxious, it will be no good for everyone."

Putting down the cruel words showed that her patience had reached its limit, and if she continued to talk to such a disgusting person, she was afraid that she would have a cerebral hemorrhage.

"Wen Xining!"

The last expectation was in vain, Beitang Jin's expression became fierce again, the ghost blade in his hand aimed at Quan'er's throat, and confronted Wen Xining who was carrying Pei Miner two by two,

"Since you don't choose a way to survive, then don't blame me for not remembering old love."

However, just as Bei Tangjin's ghost blade aimed at Quan'er's throat, the poisonous arrow in Wen Xining's hand had already been pressed hard, and the blood in Pei Min'er's throat was flowing more and more, Pei Luoqi suddenly panicked,

"Jin, Min'er is still in her hands."

But Beitang Jin gave Pei Luoqi a cold look, and said in a strange way:

"Qi, this woman's heart is not on your body at all. What's the use of saving you. A heartless woman is the most ruthless. I am your lesson. When we kill Beitang Shuo and seize the throne, we will worry about it." Do women throw themselves into their arms?"

Beitang Jin's words made Pei Luoqi's fists hanging by his sides tighten and tighten.

He did not forget that after he detoxified Pei Miner with his own blood, the first thing she did when she opened her eyes was to slap him severely. Killed with one sword.

But...he has no regrets, because he is responsible for all of this.

"Jin, you still want to get her back to this day, so I won't give up Min'er easily."

"Ha, what an infatuated kind."

Wen Xining sneered, but Beitang Jin said harshly:

"Wen Xining, if you want this girl to live today, you can exchange it with yourself. Otherwise, the ghost blade in my hand has no eyes."

Just as Beitang Jin finished speaking, Quan'er in his hand shouted loudly:

"Miss, you can't, you don't care about slaves, go back quickly!"

As Quan'er said, she bit Beitang Jin's hand.

"Damn girl, you are courting death!"

Beitang Jin was in pain, and stabbed fiercely with the ghost blade in his hand.

At this moment, a loud "bang!" shocked everyone.

The ghost blade in Beitang Jin's hand had already fallen to the ground, he lowered his head in disbelief, and found that his arm was bleeding, and then raised his head, facing the smoking one held in Wen Xining's hand. black pipe.

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There are two more, it's going to be night.