Peerless Empress

Chapter 21

The sound of the flute is beautiful, but it can kill people. Just when Di Qing moved her steps, the sound of the flute turned into sharp sound waves and passed by her ears, hitting the assassin who was stabbing.

The assassin was shocked, his pupils tightened, and he did not rush to dodge at all. The sharp sound wave directly cut off his left arm. He reluctantly stared at the big tree not far away, where the pink figure stood, and whispered in disbelief: " Luo Qinglian!" He doesn't interact with the Emperor's family, why?
Seeing that the assassins were repelled, Di Yi and Di E breathed a sigh of relief. It was obvious that their purpose was to assassinate Di Qing.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of the flute turned, the melody became gloomy, the pores were creepy, and the entire forest turned dark red, like a Shura ghost prison. Thousands and thousands of cold skeletons twisted their bodies and looked around with their bottomless dark pupils. They formed several skeleton armies and rushed towards the five archers and shadow spurs.

"Blood prison, it's blood prison..." The archers were afraid to pull up their bows and arrows and shoot at the skeletons quickly.

When Di Qing heard their shouts, he raised his eyebrows. Only intermediate tremolo masters could use prison blood, and being able to greet such a large skeleton army was naturally more than an intermediate tremolo master.

Skeletons are not living things at all, why be afraid of these sharp arrows, fall down and get up again, relying on agility and sharp five claws to sweep towards the enemy, the mere five Falling Star Archers can only shoot arrows quickly, It was impossible to retreat from the enemy, and after a while, their bodies were crushed by the skeleton army, and the assassins fled like lightning.

The sound of the flute suddenly became faster and faster, and the speed of the skeleton was like chasing the wind, rushing towards the assassins to plunder them, and soon, the thick blood spread throughout the forest.

In just one stick of incense, the assassins and archers fell to the ground one after another. After the target was killed, the skeleton army slowly returned to the ground, and the forest returned to tranquility.

Di Yi and Di E looked at the eight disfigured, rotten corpses, pursed their thin lips, and frowned. Di E shook and sighed softly: "It's too cruel!" Since the assassins have already fled, why not let them Are they alive?
Di Yi watched the pink figure under the big tree walking towards them, and raised his huge sword warily.

Luo Qinglian stared at Diqing with her phoenix eyes, her perfect thin lips evoked a slight smile: "Girl, we are really destined!" I didn't want to go back to the mansion so soon before, so I stayed here for a long time, and I didn't expect to meet this kind of girl. matter.

At that moment, Di E blocked his sight with his body, and said gently and politely, "Thank you Mr. Luo for your help!" Although his tone was gentle, it made people feel cold and distant.

There was still a smile on Luo Qinglian's thin lips, and the emperor bowed to thank him. Like Di E, he did not agree with Luo Qinglian's approach, and hurriedly pulled Di Qing's wrist and left.

While walking, Di Qing looked back at Luo Qinglian who was still there, her cherry lips curled slightly, turned around, and suddenly said softly: "Cut the grass without removing the roots, and the spring breeze will regenerate." She agrees with Luo Qinglian's approach, they will not die, I will come to kill her again next time. Now that these people are dead, it is a warning to the people behind the scenes. Naturally, they will not act rashly in the future.

Hearing the sound, Luo Qinglian slowly suppressed her smile, stared at the black figure, and tightly held the jade flute in her hand.

Di Yi stopped abruptly, and looked at her in disbelief. Di E, who was beside him, was also quite shocked when he heard the poem she read. The timid and weak sister could say such words.

Di Yi said in a deep voice: "Qing'er, do you know what you are talking about?"

She smiled lightly, and replied indifferently: "This sentence is just a thank you gift to Mr. Luo!"

Diyi swept towards the man in pink behind him, and pulled her away from the woods.

Luo Qinglian looked at the backs of them leaving in a hurry, the corners of Danfeng's eyes slightly raised, and she murmured softly: "Cut the grass without eradicating the roots, spring wind blows and regenerates...good poetry..."

(End of this chapter)