Magician little princess

Chapter 187

Today, she sees herself back then.Although she didn't know whether Wu Shiyi did this to repay his kindness, but she knew that if Wu Shixi was allowed to rush out alone now, the grown-up boy would be very sad.

She stretched out her hand and hugged the boy tightly. At this time, it was the entrustment of her life, and she trusted him.

When Wu Shiyi flew towards a huge window, his expectation was to destroy the tough wooden window and then jump out, but the fire was too big and he choked for such a long time, his strength Not enough.This blow did not kick the window out, but a pillar fell from above.

Wu Shiyi restrained his emotions, the heavy smoke made it impossible for him to open his eyes, but they were indeed lucky.

"Xiaoxiao, Eleven!" A familiar voice appeared after a loud "bang", as if it was close at hand.

Wu Shixi laughed, and Zhuge Xiaoxiao also laughed.

Bai Xiuyu and Mo Ziyan appeared in front of them with a pale face. Although the smoke was very obstructive, Bai Xiuyu and Mo Ziyan were like their patron saints at this time. represents redemption.

Both of them were rescued, and the fire in the dossier room was not brought under control, but this was already a blessing among misfortunes.

The tense thread in Bai Xiuyu's mind broke when he saw Zhuge Xiaoxiao's semi-conscious state, and he would lose his mind, absolutely.At that moment, he had unprecedented fear.

He was afraid, afraid that he would never see that person again.

He was afraid, afraid that his heart would fly out of his chest, that feeling was not at all uncomfortable.

He was scared, really scared...

Zhuge Xiaoxiao leaned against the man's arms, patting his back lightly, obviously she escaped from death, but in the end it scared the other person enough.

The heart has not recovered yet, and there is still some pain.But in the current situation, there is no way.

She really scared Bai Xiuyu, so she could only comfort him in a low voice: "Don't worry, I'm fine."

In exchange for a tighter hug from the man.

Bai Xiuyu buried his face tightly in Zhuge Xiaoxiao's neck, his whole body was trembling very slightly, but Zhuge Xiaoxiao knew how fragile this man was.

"Brother, I'll give you some medicine." Wu Twelve looked at the burns on Wu Eleven's body, and his eyes turned red.

Wu Shixi rubbed Wu Shishi's hair with a smile, "Don't cry, girl, it's okay, brother, as the saying goes, if you survive a catastrophe, you will have future blessings, come on, give brother a back first..."

Wu Shishi obediently gave Wu Shixi a back massage, and the young uncle Wu Shixi smiled heartlessly.

"Eleven, thank you." Nalan Zhen knelt down beside Wu Shiyi and patted him on the shoulder.

Wu Shiyi raised his eyebrows and smiled, his eyes full of misery, "Then I will trouble the third princess."

The corner of Nalan Zhen's mouth twitched into a sneer that was completely different from the grinning grin she had before. At the same time as she got up, her eyes also changed, her ears moved with the sound of the wind, and then she said in a low voice, "Want to leave?"

Then, everyone saw Nalan Zhen flying in one direction at a speed invisible to the naked eye, and there was only a burst of dust floating in the place he passed.

A certain person who knew the plan had failed was just about to leave, but suddenly there was an awe-inspiring murderous aura behind him, forcing him to accept the move reflexively.

However, the fierce sword energy left a deep scar on his waist immediately.

The man in guard uniform was startled and drew his sword to resist.

But at this time, Nalan Zhen is no longer the third princess who was famous for her second name. Every sword of hers is like an oath, and it is also a warning and a lesson.

The "guard" was terrified. He originally thought that his martial arts were strong enough, but in front of this young girl who was less than twenty, he had no room to resist.

When the drunkard arrived, what he saw was Nalan Zhen who was like a bloodthirsty demon. The man in black who had fought with him before had only to be beaten.

Not only the drunkard was shocked by Nalan Zhen's moves, but also Ouyang Shaoqing and the four foxes who watched the moon. Who can tell them whether this crazy and unreliable third princess of the ancient Loulan Kingdom was killed by ghosts? Possessed?
Nalan Zhen is not possessed by a ghost, she just shows off her abilities occasionally, although she is very powerful, she never shows off, nor does she want to show off, because she doesn't like her bottom line being touched.

Zhuge Xiaoxiao and Wu 11 wandered between life and death at the same time, that was already her bottom line, so it was impossible for her to continue to let that person get away with it.

"Nalan Zhen's martial arts is so high that there is no bottom line, even senior brother and Shiyi can't match her." Zhuge Xiaoxiao noticed Bai Xiuyu's surprise finally revealed, and explained to him.

Hearing her voice, Bai Xiuyu became nervous again, blaming himself more.If he followed them to look for the file, he wouldn't have to be so frightened, even if he died, he would still want to be by her side.

Zhuge smiled and patted his hand, "Don't worry, I'm really fine."

What's really going on now is the person who fought against Nalan Zhen. Nalan Zhen completely regards him as a mouse, but she herself is a cat, and she is also a powerful black cat.

The drunkard watched from the side, and the coldness expressed in his eyes became more and more intense.

Finally, he took a bow from a guard beside him, put an arrow on it, and filled the bow...

"Even if you have a vengeance with him, you can't repay him at this time." Wang Yu stretched out his hand and stopped in front of the sharp arrow with a cold and serious voice.

The drunkard turned his head to look at him, but he still looked at the two people who were entangled, and said to the drunkard: "He can't run away, your revenge can be avenged at any time, but not now."

As Wang Yu's voice fell, Nalan Zhen kicked that person heavily from mid-air to the ground. In addition to the injuries he had suffered before, even if he wanted to stand up now, he was unable to do so.

He is old, that is an indelible fact.

Nalan Zhen's sword had already reached his throat, and he lifted the hat he was wearing, but there was still a mask on his face.

(End of this chapter)