Absolutely arrogant: The Defying Little Concubine

Chapter 141 [The meeting of the wind and the cloud, the love of the world] (4)

White smoke rose from the middle-aged scribe's head, which was a sign of excessive skill.

But even so, the effect was still not obvious, and Xiao Qingyi's expression quickly became haggard.

"How could this be?"

Someone exclaimed and found that things were unusual.

The middle-aged scholar's forehead was stained with sweat, and his back was also soaked in sweat. His whole body's power was consumed at an extremely fast rate. If this continues, his original source would soon be damaged. He wanted to give up, but he dared not and couldn't. Because he knew that once he let go, His Royal Highness would definitely be helpless.

Seeing that Xiao Qingyi's condition was getting weaker and weaker, Meng Xiaodie took a step forward and put one hand on his back, a wave of thought power poured in, immediately stabilizing his injury.

The middle-aged scribe stepped back in embarrassment, his back was covered with cold sweat, although it was only a moment, it seemed as long as years, making him feel like a lifetime away.If something unexpected happened to His Royal Highness because of this, he couldn't even imagine it.

"Thank you, Your Excellency."

Although he didn't want to, the middle-aged scribe thanked hoarsely, and then ran to the back in a desperate manner.

At this time, the eyes of everyone looking at Meng Xiaodie changed again. They saw her raise her hand and injured Qi Sha, who had the highest martial arts among the crowd, and they only regarded her as a master of martial arts, and they just paid respect to ordinary strong people, but now they saw her With her unpredictable methods, this emotion quickly turns into awe.

When he was distracted from healing, he could easily defeat Qi Sha. This method has far surpassed their imagination, and it is almost comparable to the strong martial arts.

"Don't be too happy, he's in a very unstable state now, I can only guarantee to hang him with his last breath, if he wants to be completely cured, he needs honeysuckle flowers..." Meng Xiaodie said.

"Honeysuckle?" Everyone frowned, this thing is extremely precious, and it's not easy to get it.

"Honeysuckle, on the way here, I seem to have heard people say that there are honeysuckle flowers on the dead wood cliff, and many people went to snatch them." One person was uncertain.

"Whether there is or not, go and have a look."

Meng Xiaodie said, now the dead horse can only be treated as a living horse doctor.

Putting one hand on Xiao Qingyi's back and the other on his waist, he pulled him up into the air and landed firmly on a galloping horse.

Although it was a simple vertical leap, it was performed so consummately that it moved in mid-air without making Xiao Qingyi feel the slightest jolt. Everyone couldn't help admiring him even more.

"It's not too late, let's go!"

Everyone clapped their horses and galloped towards Deadwood Cliff.

Meng Xiaodie was sitting on horseback, Xiao Qingyi was held in front of him.

"Sorry...they meant no harm."

Xiao Qingyi apologized, apologizing for the behavior of the middle-aged scribe, she snorted coldly without answering, pulled the reins, sat down on the steed, let go of its four hooves, and ran towards the dead wood cliff.

When the middle-aged scribe saw the intimate gesture of the two, his face changed slightly, his eyes flickered with gloom, and he patted his horse to catch up.

The horse galloped, and the wind whizzed by.

After leaving the mountain for a while, I came to the official road. The ground was paved with snow and the road was blocked by heavy snow. There were not many pedestrians, and a carriage slowly drove forward in the distance.

"Stop!"

The middle-aged scribe turned his eyes, urged the horse to go first, and a whistling stopped in front of the carriage.

"get off!"

The old man driving the car trembled and said, "Grand...uncle... what do you want to do?"

"We want your car, if you don't want to die, get out of here."

The middle-aged scribe drew his sword out of its sheath, pointed at the old man's neck, and forced him to get out of the car.

"What are you doing?" Xiao Qingyi shouted angrily.

The middle-aged scribe said: "Your Highness, you are not feeling well, you should take the car."

"I don't ride in this kind of robbed horses and chariots." Xiao Qingyi tilted his head, and the middle-aged scholar said with a smile: "Those who achieve great things don't care about trivial matters. It is a great honor for them to be recruited by His Highness for this kind of country fools." .”

"I won't sit." Xiao Qingyi said firmly, Meng Xiaodie pulled the reins, the two of them galloped out, and everyone followed closely, leaving the middle-aged scribe standing there with a gloomy expression.

"Master, my car." The old man asked.

puff!
As the long sword was thrown forward, the old man's voice stopped abruptly, a smear of blood shot out from his neck, and he staggered to the ground.

(End of this chapter)