My lord, your letter of divorce has been dropped

Chapter 125

Even though he knew that the current situation did not allow his sons and daughters to love each other, Hua Rumo was calm and wise, and it made sense for him to go first, but it was not his style to leave the woman behind and run for his own life, so he immediately ignored Hua Rumo's objections, Holding her slender waist, supporting her frail body, she walked outside.

"Offended." When he came to the door of the cell, he hugged him horizontally, but when he turned around, he faced dozens of men in black.

There was a huge disparity in numbers, and her martial arts were not good enough. Ying Yichen was a little desperate at this moment, and immediately put down Hua Rumo, and stood in front of her with a big knife. "Who are you? You actually trespassed on the palace!"

The leader was a tall and thin man, dressed in black night clothes, holding a long sword with a light green cold light in his hand, and a dark green fringe tied to the hilt. The smooth tassels followed his movements. The ups and downs shake slightly.

The moment Hua Rumo's indifferent eyes touched Jiansui, although she was mentally prepared, she was still rippling with shock, and looked at Xia Ziye with surprise.

Xia Ziye turned his wrist around, and danced the long sword in a magnificent posture in the air. The blade was pointed straight, and the cold light suddenly appeared, and the voice was icy cold, as if it came from a far away place. "Hand over Hua Rumo, and I will spare your life!"

Xia Ziye didn't want to kill innocent people indiscriminately. After all, Ying Yichen was the prince of the Northern Kingdom. If he was killed, he might not know what would happen. His idea was very simple and simple. He just wanted to take Hua Rumo away, and the rest had nothing to do with him.

Ying Yichen packed his big knife tightly and didn't use this weapon very often. He looked clumsy in his hand, his refined black eyes narrowed slightly in the morning, and the corners of his stained white clothes were blown up by the cold wind. His tone was flat and unwavering, but It also has an innate aristocratic air. "If you want me to hand over Hua Rumo, unless I die."

Ying Yichen said this without confidence, but he had already calculated the time in his heart. If counting from now to the time when the reinforcements arrived, it would take about a stick of incense. If what Hua Rumo said was true, then this group of people The target should be taken away without harming his life, all he has to do is delay the time until the reinforcements arrive.

"Stubbornly obsessed!" Xia Ziye's eyes turned cold, and his lingering gaze fell on the woman who was leaning on the metal railing. His eyes met, as if he had been in a lifetime.

Last time I went to the Lantern Festival in early autumn, I couldn’t rescue her. I haven’t seen her for a long time. The woman seemed to have lost a lot of weight because she was imprisoned in the prison. At the back of his head, there was a delicate pale face with a ten-centimeter scar standing on the left side. The eyebrows like the mountains in the distance were slightly frowned, and the clear and watery eyes were full, looking at him with a slightly shocked and complicated look. , pursed her petal-like thin lips slightly, and shook her head at him.

Xia Ziye knew that Hua Rumo was telling him to give up.

However, now is the closest to success, she is right in front of her eyes, how can she give up.

His eyes touched the hands wrapped into rice dumplings, blood was faintly leaking from the white gauze, Xia Ziye's eyes turned cold, and he gritted his teeth, "Do it!"

Immediately, added. "Try not to hurt the idle king."

Following behind Yingwei, Ying Yihan's heart tightened suddenly, with an ominous premonition, he frowned and laughed at himself when he became so concerned about gains and losses, Hua Rumo was just locked in the sky prison, and Ying Yihan Dust will definitely not let her get hurt.

This ominous premonition intensified after seeing the running guards, and turned to look at Qingfeng who was also frowning. "Breeze."

"Yes." There was no clear order, and the relationship between master and servant over the years allowed the two to understand without words, and immediately chased after him to inquire about the situation.

Ying Yihan saw Qingfeng's eyes widen immediately after hearing the guard's narration, and felt an unbearable pain in his heart.

"My lord, someone is robbing the prison!"

When Ying Yihan and his group came to the sky prison, they saw scattered guards lying on the ground, many of them were killed by a single blow, judging from the wounds, they were injured by a sharp sword, the murderer was skilled in swordsmanship, Martial arts are above most people.

At this time, there was a clanging sound from inside, and the last guard who was still in the sky prison was killed, and the body was thrown out, falling to the ground and splashing blood.

(End of this chapter)