The evildoer is in love with the beauty and the beauty is proud of the sky

Chapter 45

"Bei Gong, let's stop here! We should go!" The deep and deep voice sounded, making everyone here stunned.

The handsome silver-haired boy Bei Gongshang was even more stunned, his pupils shrunk slightly, his thin lips parted slightly, his surprised eyes swept away, and the figure of the old man fell into his pupils.

The old man continued to walk towards him as if nothing had happened, and said as he walked: "Beigong, you should be very clear about our current position and situation. If you want to fight against the clan mansion, there is no point at all."

The silver-haired beautiful boy Bei Gongshang smiled in relief, turned his back and walked towards the direction the old man came from. In the middle of walking, he stroked his sleeve lightly, and glanced faintly at Han Xiaoxue behind Murong Chong. The faint voice snorted nicely.

A gust of wind blew past, and such an elegant and pleasant voice entered the ears of the two of them.

"Little thing, although I doubt your current identity, I want to know what kind of tricks you want to play, but the next time we meet, I must see your true face, wait for me!"

Han Xiaoxue looked at his handsome and evil back, thoughtful, but her heart was still confused, what does her current identity mean?Could it be that he is someone who knows himself?But what does he mean by this attitude?Such an attitude clearly made it impossible for her to tell whether it was an enemy or a friend.What to do?next time?When we meet next time, will we know the origin of this body?
Bei Gongshang had disappeared into the faint twilight with that old man.

Now there is no danger here.

Murong Chong put the sword back into the scabbard, turned around and hugged Han Xiaoxue's small body into his arms, cautiously, softly said: "Are you injured?" Urgent worry flashed in bright eyes, and the words The voice was gentle but also anxious.

Han Xiaoxue hurriedly replied: "No, no, it's you, and you are not injured?"

Murong Chong glanced at a long wound on his arm, as if nothing had happened, and said indifferently: "I'm fine, don't worry, I can treat the wound myself!" But his arm still didn't let go of her.

Han Xiaoxue knew that he was injured, but she didn't know where it was, and she didn't dare to act rashly, fearing that if she struggled, she might rub against his wound, so she obediently stayed in his arms without moving.

"Are you really okay?"

"Ah."

"But the wound can get infected if it's not bandaged."

"Then let me go and I'll help you bandage up, okay?"

"Can you let me go?"

"Should we go find Fei Fan and them?"

"Why do not you speak"

"Then if you don't let go of me, why don't you just hug me, I'm sleepy."

"it is good."

Before Han Xiaoxue had time to react, her whole body was turned upside down, and someone hugged her in Nuan Nuan's arms.

At this time, the dark red sun was already hanging on the mountainside, and the entire foot of the mountain was already bathed in dark red rays.

Murong Xuan also rushed to Xuanwu Gate with a group of people.

The black-clothed guards guarding the Xuanwu Gate are almost dead, and their bodies are lying here and there on the ground. It's really pitiful and pathetic!

Those assassins who haven't escaped are now desperate to fight. Although they have been completely surrounded by the police, they all look like national heroes, with the integrity of not fearing death, and the momentum of seeing death as home, trying to break out of the siege.

Murong Xuan looked coldly at these people who were still struggling on the verge of death, a gloomy and cold smile froze on his lips, his words were as cold as silk, and the cold light of a blade flashed in his eyes: "Kill me, a Don't miss it either!"

Suddenly, there were screams, more and more corpses on the ground, and a strong smell of blood filled the air.

at this time……

bang bang bang...

A few gunshots shocked everyone here.

The person who heard the gunshots trembled unconsciously, and immediately looked around, left and right, and flickering panicked eyes kept sweeping around, trying to find out what was making the frightening sound. .

It's just that before they could react, they only felt a purple figure flash past in front of them, and standing in front of them was a beautiful boy with purple hair.

After an extremely beautiful backflip, the purple-haired boy fluttered to the ground.

Elegant purple hair fluttered in the wind, a beautiful smile was drawn on the corner of her mouth, and a cold light flashed in her breathtaking purple eyes. She looked like a handsome, but extremely cold fairy.

I saw him standing tall and tall, posing in the most lazy and comfortable posture, with his right arm raised, and the right hand holding the pistol was close to his lips, and the muzzle of the pistol was pointed at his thin lips, making a cool confrontation Blowing fiercely at the muzzle of the gun is equivalent to posing a classic pose.

The corners of his lips curled up, showing a beautiful smile, the sharp light in his eyes was secretly surging, his thin lips moved, and he uttered several syllables: "Your Excellency seems to be very skilled!"

Although there is nothing wrong with such a tone, it becomes a different taste to the other party's ears, and it also carries a little provocation and contempt, how can it not be infuriating!
Moreover, such words were obviously addressed to Murong Xuan.

Facing such an unexpected situation, Murong Xuan remained calm, and replied indifferently, "Thank you for the compliment!" But the blood in his heart was already boiling, and he didn't know the origin of this person in front of him at all, how could he appear at this time, and why did he appear?Obviously helping these so-called assassins, so should he be considered an enemy?

The purple-haired boy gave a bloodthirsty smile: "Why don't you just come over and fight with me? I am looking forward to stepping on you!"

Murong Xuan also smiled and said: "I'm sorry, I'm not interested in little-known people, please move to another place!"

The purple-haired boy's face changed, and then he was cold and frightening, and said coldly: "You are so confident!" Then he laughed and said: "I don't know if it is my young master's baby, or your sharp sword!"

"My young master's name is Kazama Che, tell me your family name, I will listen to you all the time!" He smiled coldly again.

Murong Xuan was still calm and breezy, with no particular ups and downs in mood, he raised the corners of his lips and said, "Murong Xuan, the third prince of Beizhao Kingdom, please give me some advice!"

As soon as the words were finished, there was a bang, and a police officer behind Murong Xuan fell to the ground, with blood spattering on his chest.

Murong Xuan's face changed, and he said angrily, "What is the meaning of Mr. Fengjian!"

Feng Jianche said unhurriedly: "It's nothing, it's just for practice, I just got this thing, let's see if it works!"

"..." Murong Xuan's face turned black, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

(End of this chapter)