The Empress’s Gigolo

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"Fujian, put me down." Zhan Chiyang said with tears in his eyes: "I am dead without regrets when the Fuzhu treated me like this."

"Why so much nonsense!" Zhan Changkong spit out a bite of congestion, only to get a blow from the green ghost, and opened up a little distance.

At this time, there were fifteen miles from Jiangbei.

As usual, this point is just a short distance away.

But after experiencing a bitter battle, he rushed out of the encirclement and ran for dozens of miles with one person. He just felt that his speed was getting slower and slower. The qi in the body has been exhausted for a long time, and at this time, the potential to squeeze the body can continue to move forward.

But every cell was moaning in pain.

The hand of Fang Caiqing Ghost even caused his internal concubine to suffer minor injuries.

Feeling the two ghosts behind him like the bones of the cheekbones, he felt that the past fifteen miles in the past was instantaneous.

"Alas! The master of Zhanfu, the owner of Jinhuan is actually like a bereavement dog. Is this generation of Jinhuanfu so greedy for fear of death? No wonder Jinhuanfu will surrender ... If your elders know, fear He should vomit blood, too. "A fluttering voice came from behind them.

"Not only a funeral dog, but also a timid mouse ... This is not slow, but it is a bit weaker in strength." Another voice, like it came from several directions, made people unable to grasp the specific position. .

"Qing Gui Bai Gui, another revenge will be revenge!" Zhan Changkong spit blood while cursing.

"Why change the day, today is not the best chance?" The previous voice continued to groan.

Zhan Changkong gritted his teeth and said nothing.

"It's almost time, and Zhan Fuzhu doesn't have much energy, right? Let's stop and let our brother send the world-renowned Jinhuan Fuzhu, a journey?" With the voice, the speed of the two gradually accelerated, A short distance from Zhan Changkong from 50 to 60 meters.

"Golden Ring House Lord, you can't run away, and you'll kill it before you obey?"

The two figures, like two green smoke, gradually narrowed their distance from Zhan Changkong, chasing them to the left and right of Zhan Changkong, and running forward in parallel with them.

"Stay!" A figure suddenly floated down and fell behind Zhan Changkong.

A turquoise short knife in his hand slammed into the back of Zhan Changkong.

"Get away." Zhan Changkong tried his best to slash out behind him, and the nine gold rings simultaneously made a crisp sound of metal impact.

"Is this magic sound confusing to the enemy, or did your ancestors learn from us in the Ghost Gate, do you think it will have an effect on the two of us?" The shadow behind Zhan Changkong floated in the air, just avoiding the knife, and accelerated Stabbed towards his back.

"Well, don't struggle any more, the Lord of the Golden Circle will rest on the road!" Another figure bullied Zhan Changkong in front of him, but a gray dagger appeared in his hand.

Zhan Changkong said nothing, his body rushed forward, but his back felt a cold, and then a pain, blood sprayed from behind. He wanted to clamp the muscles to stop bleeding, but he couldn't do it at this time.

"Fuzhu!" Zhan Chiyang, who was being carried by Zhan Changkong, struggled hard and stretched out his arms toward the dagger looking at Zhan Changkong.

One hand rose to the sky, Zhan Chiyang covered his broken arm, his face appeared painful, but he said nothing.

"Ah-!" Zhan Changkong's eyes roared with congestion, agitating his muscles and rushing forward with the last force.

"Alas!" Another weird laugh, the two continued to follow Zhan Changkong, looking for opportunities to start, just like a wolf on the mountain, each bite must bite each other a bite of meat, while also ensuring their own safety .

Otherwise, maybe at the time of serious injury, they will be killed by their colleagues. Even if the two ghosts have been in and out for many years, this habit is still maintained.

It costs the least to kill the enemy, and sometimes even gives up some opportunities.

If it weren't for the characteristics of the disciples of Wanguimen, Zhan Changkong would not be able to stick to it now.

And both knew clearly that Zhan Changkong couldn't hold on, he couldn't hold on to Jiangbei.

Even Zhan Changkong himself knew that he could still maintain his running status, which was already his full strength.

Looking at the torches on the head of the Jiangbei city a dozen miles away, there is the place where the fairy and Caixian are in the painting, but a kind of despair rises in his heart, I am afraid I can't go back.

I hope that the director of Zizhu Academy Fuqian will treat me up and down in Jinhuan government ... Zhan Changzhong thought sadly.

At this moment, a dark shadow rushed forward, leaving Zhan Chang hollow a glimmer of hope.

That's the direction of Jiangbei City. People from that direction ... themselves!

"Xiaotai helped me, I'm a member of the Golden Ring House!" Zhan Changkong yelled with all his strength, shouted in this tone, couldn't hold it anymore, and planted it toward the ground.

"Oh!" The green and white ghosts behind him saw the opportunity and smirked at Zhan Changkong with a smile.

"Ah!" At this time, Zhan Chiyang, who had been seriously injured and had his wrist cut off, severely broke open Zhan Changkong's arm and blocked behind Zhan Changkong.

Flutter

Two daggers and short swords pierced into him almost simultaneously.

Zhan Chiyang spit out a blood spit, with a sloppy look on his face: "dead!

With that left hand, he punched in the direction of a figure.

However, the figure disappeared into a blue smoke.

The other man stroked down the short knife in his hand, almost opened his belly, and then immediately went away.

The green and white ghosts were divided between the left and right, staring cautiously at the rushing figure.

"Chiyang!" Zhan Changkong growled, struggling to get up.

Just then the figure ran to Zhan Changkong, kicked him out, and then continued to run wildly.

Seeing this scene, the two ghosts of Qingbai also paused for a moment, totally unaware of what happened.

Isn't this person running from Jiangbei City the other's reinforcements?

It seems ... not like ...

At this time, four or five figures rushed in this direction.

Heavy footsteps hit the ground, every step banging. The running momentum makes people doubt that even if there is a city wall in front, they can't stop them at all ~ www.readwn.com ~ The pupils of Qingbai Ergui shrink instantly. If the identity of the person is unknown, the identity of these people is unknown. They were determined immediately.

Flying ride!

Only the ancients would run like this on a rampage, and they would have such a brave and fearless momentum.

"go!"

The two disappeared into the night almost instantly.

Ten or so seconds later, the dozen or so figures appeared here. When seeing Zhan Chiyang's body, he immediately assigned a person to check out the kicked Zhan Changkong.

"Alive!"

"Return to town!"

One person took Zhan Changkong and ran toward the city with Zhan Chiyang's body.

As soon as I ran to the city gate, I heard a chaotic hoof, and then hundreds of flying horses rushed out from the city gate and headed straight to the south.