My lord, your letter of divorce has been dropped

Chapter 45

Hua Rumo looked back suddenly, her eyes were full of light, like warm jasper, glowing softly and beautifully, seeing the flash of light in the man's eyes, she shrank back subconsciously, wanting to stay away from him.

She thought that Ying Yihan would reveal the panic-stricken and panic-stricken appearance of princes and nobles who met assassins on TV in the previous life, but she didn't expect him to frowned slightly, and then relaxed, his face was calm and unfazed Not busy, leaning on the soft couch as firmly as Mount Tai.

It seemed that the movement of moving away was too obvious, Ying Yihan's face darkened a little, and he stretched out his long arms to pull her to his side, with a domineering and dull tone that he hadn't noticed yet. "Struggle again, this king will throw you down!"

The carriage was galloping along the path in the forest, and suddenly there were men in black clothes in front of them, each holding a big knife, their figures were like ghosts, elusive, and they changed their postures and came towards the direction of the carriage.

Mo Ying's eyes were like a torch, and he was holding a sharp sword. Ying Yihan was cold and suspicious, but he took very few guards with him when he went out, and four was the limit. No matter how high it is, it can't reach the crowd.

Gritting his silver teeth, he was about to fight to the death, but he heard an unusually calm and indifferent voice from inside the carriage. "Mo Ying, get out of the way!"

Ying Yihan's eyes were extremely piercing, his wrists were lightly raised, his powerful fingers were turned, and his inner strength was secretly raised, his palms were swung down violently, the walls of the carriage were torn apart with a bang, and the howling wind blew past, messing up Qinghan's cold eyes.

He suddenly hitched three sharp arrows, stretched the bow and arrows to form a full moon, Sen Han's sharp blade seemed to be aiming at assassins wielding weapons, but in fact they were several galloping horses.

The miserable neighing of the steed resounded in the air, and they staggered and fell to the ground with arrows in their legs. However, the people in black seemed to have been prepared for it, and jumped into the air the moment the steed fell to the ground, and came towards them.

Yingyi laughed coldly, shot another bow and arrow, and then quickly picked up the second bow and arrow and shot it. The two bows and arrows met end to end, and deviated from the original trajectory and went in two directions at high speed.

At the same time, while controlling the direction of the galloping horse, Mo Ying swung his long sword to block the flying blades for them.

Without the cover of the four walls of the carriage, Hua Rumo's slender body was jolted violently, the wind and sand blew her eyes so hard that she couldn't open her eyes, and when she made a sharp turn, her body was thrown straight out.

Ying Yihan's eyes were quick and his hands were quick, and he grabbed the woman's wrist tightly with one hand, and pulled her up abruptly.

Suddenly, his expression turned cold, and he sensed a terrifying murderous aura approaching from behind him. He subconsciously turned around and protected Hua Rumo by his side, quickly mounted a sharp arrow and shot it out. man shot down.

In a panic, Hua Rumo's hand touched a cool jade object, but she didn't have time to think about it, and from the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a figure coming through the wind. .

Almost subconsciously, without thinking about it, she suddenly pushed away the man who was pulling the bowstring, but she had no time to dodge, and was stabbed fiercely in the shoulder by the flying man in black.

The body of the man in black was startled suddenly, and the eyes on the black mask suddenly widened. The black ink eyes were deep and quiet, revealing a frightened light, reflecting the woman's delicate face slightly distorted by the pain.

At the same time, Hua Rumo raised his eyes to look at the assassin, his clear watery eyes flickered slightly, as if a pool of autumn water had been broken, and in the depths of his eyes, there were ripples rippling, but when he saw the dark green sword hilt , turned to surprise when the hanging sword spike.

——The upper end of the sword tassel is embroidered with a thin dark green thread, and three beads are connected to form an irregular triangle. A bright white ring hangs below, and a dark green tassel hangs from the bottom, dancing with the wind.

The cold sharp blade was embedded in the shoulder, and when it was pulled out slowly, it brought out a large spray of blood.

The man in black stared wide-eyed, watching helplessly as the woman's frail and boneless body slowly fell into the man's arms, her watery eyes seemed to have a thousand words, but slowly lost their luster.

Ying Yihan was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect that she would stand up and block the sword for him, the cold eyes dimmed suddenly, the pupils as black as lacquer dilated, hugging the soft body in his arms, the wound on the shoulder Blood gushes out continuously, and the blood drips down traces of red pills, like small red flowers blooming on the snowfield.

At this time, Qingfeng and the three who were besieged in the rear came, and the situation turned around for a while, and the joining of the three changed the situation of the battle in an instant.

Ying Yihan woke up from the daze, a similar scene crashed into his mind, and he panicked for a moment, not knowing what to do.After stretching out a few big points to stop the bleeding, the severe joints were covered with white marks, and a decision had been faintly made.

Seeing that tall and straight figure getting farther and farther away from her, Hua Rumo looked back in a dazed manner, in her glazed pupils, there were stars flickering in the night sky, a hazy and soft color spontaneously emerged, it was actually Indescribably soft and alluring.

Because of the bumps, the wound hurt so badly, Dai Mei frowned lightly showing weakness, bit her lips tightly and swallowed and moaned, her charming eyes, lingering with mist, stared deeply at him.

Suddenly, she curled the corners of her mouth and smiled lightly. This smile was too light, like the wind and the moon.

Ying Yihan's heart stopped beating suddenly, his breathing stagnated, and he felt a flustered feeling of worrying about gains and losses. This kind of mood seemed to be no longer just the conquest and possession that he wanted before, but a kind of throbbing and arousal of the beginning of love. The fear of losing.

There were bursts of twitching in his heart, the pain made him breathless, he clenched his teeth and gasped, and said in a deep voice. "Qingfeng! Don't love to fight! Go back to the palace!"

(End of this chapter)