The almighty princess is beautiful and sassy

Chapter 191 Returning to the Palace ([-])

The corners of Luo Qingyin's lips curled up slightly, with a mocking arc: "Who sent you to kill this princess?"

The dead man backed away in panic.

Luo Qingyin approached step by step, and said coldly: "Looking at your appearance, it is obvious that you are not a mob. Who wants this princess to die? Tell me!"

Seeing that the situation was wrong, the leader of the dead warrior slashed at Luo Qingyin's neck with a slash.

On the side of Luo Qingyin's body, the tip of the knife drew a deep bloodstain on his arm!
The swallow screamed: "Ah, the princess is hurt!"

Luo Qingyin flew into the car, "Go!"

The guards fought and retreated, and the carriage rushed across the sky in a hurry.

The dead pursued him.

Mingda watched the carriage pass through the sky, waved and said, "Get out!"

All the soldiers looked puzzled: "Why? Don't you care about the master's life or death?"

Ming Da looked at Luo Qingyin's injury, and the veins in his hands tightened again and again, but he couldn't hold back: "She is setting up a trick for others to jump on. If we go out, I'm afraid it will break her trick."

After a line of sky is the official road, it was at sunset and evening, people were coming and going on the official road, and the carriage fled in panic, which immediately attracted the attention of passers-by.

Without Luo Qingyin's hint, Yanzi screamed: "Help, someone is going to kill the princess!"

As if confirming her words, the dead man rushed out.

He was full of murderous looks, with a fierce expression, and the tip of the knife was stained with blood.

"Help!"

"Killed!"

Pedestrians screamed in fright and became a mess again.

The dead man was dumbfounded.

They only worry about the failure of the mission, but they forget that they can't survive.

General Jiang had specifically instructed that this matter should not be known to anyone, and now, it is too late to say anything.

I'm afraid it won't take fifteen minutes for this matter to spread throughout Lijing...

A ruthlessness flashed across the eyes of the leader of the dead soldiers: "Kill them all!"

The dead man was taken aback: "With so many people, can we kill them all?"

The leader of the dead soldiers roared: "We can't finish killing, we are the ones who die!"

As of now, it can only be so.

Among the pedestrians, there are many warriors with good cultivation bases, can they kill them all?
In any case, killing Luo Qingyin is the top priority.

The dead man rushed towards Luo Qingyin ferociously.

At this moment, the sound of horseshoes sounded on the official road, and then a white horse galloped forward, with red tassels around its neck and silver saddles, and a tall and slender figure in black clothes with gold trim sat on it. , with an epee hanging from his waist, his back straight, and his posture is that of a dragon and a phoenix.

Walking to the front of the carriage, he took the reins, and under his sharp eyebrows, his eyes as thin as glass revealed a touch of chill.

Swallow and kite's cheeks flew instantly.

What a handsome man!
The man's thin lips parted slightly, and he whispered three words: "100 million."

His voice is also very distinctive, like snow falling in the twelfth lunar month of winter, which makes people shiver involuntarily.

Everyone was stunned.

Feeling the coercion at that moment, the leader of the dead warrior froze, turned his head and shouted: "Don't meddle in your own business!"

He still didn't move, and said again: "One million profound beads, I will help you."

Luo Qingyin stroked her forehead while sitting in the carriage.

This man who came out of nowhere was absolutely not included in her plan.

However, the farce should be over.

Luo Qingyin touched Zijin Card in pain: "Yes."

The man got a clear answer, and the epee hanging on his waist was pulled out suddenly, drawing a bright straight line in the air, and then sheathed immediately.

The sword rises, the sword falls.

The remaining eleven dead soldiers crashed down together with the leader.

There was no wound, only a thin bloodstain on the neck.

The setting sun slanted, dyed the mountains and forests red, dyed the official road red, and set off the battlefield, as if the red clouds in the sky were dyed with blood.

(End of this chapter)