"Mu Youche, I was waiting for you. You are here. Don't disturb Yue'er's rest. She is exhausted. Let's go outside."
Chu Heng smiled perfectly and elegantly, looking like a handsome young man in troubled times.
The demeanor is leisurely.
Mu Youche bit the tip of his tongue, his internal energy clashed in his meridians, a mouthful of blood crawled up his throat, and he endured it with all his strength.
"Chu Heng, today is the day you die."
He was like a Shura flying up from hell, with a furious sword and fierce wind, attacking Chu Heng with every move.
Chu Heng frowned. If it were a real sword or a real spear, he would not be Mu Youche's opponent.
Fortunately, the Shenque Kingdom has poisons and hidden weapons.
He pestered Mu Youche and shouted quickly, "Take the princess away."
How could Mu Youche allow him to attack him? He and his sword became one.
Next to them, Wan Fang Sumu and others also came with secret guards and fought with Chu Heng's men.
The sky is dark and the earth is dark, and there is blood and rain.
Some people kept falling down, and some people stood up desperately.
Mu Youche and Chu Heng both had wounds on their bodies.
In the battle between tiger and wolf, there is no complete victory.
Gradually, blood filled the bluestone floor.
There are fewer and fewer people in Chu Heng.
He became anxious and ordered people to take the princess away immediately, but no one could step into the house.
In a moment of distraction, Mu Youche stabbed Chu Heng through the heart with his sword.
A person in the diagonal stab flew up and blocked Chu Heng's sword, but she hung on Mu Youche's sword.
"Second Young Master, go quickly, go!"
Qiuxiang looked at Chu Heng pleadingly. If she ran away now, she would always have a chance in the future. If she didn't leave, she would never have a chance in this life.
How could Chu Heng not know, but how could he be willing to fail after he had just taken his beloved out?
He flew to go to the house, but was stopped by someone. He killed a few, but couldn't finish them all.
Mu Youche kicked Qiu Xiang away and flew after Chu Heng.
Qiuxiang hugged his legs.
Chu Heng had no choice but to reluctantly leave.
Mu Youche kicked Qiuxiang over with his foot and said like a bloodthirsty demon, "Cure her."
Heal her and I have something to ask.
The secret guards knew this, so they immediately stepped forward to restrain her.
Mu Youche flew into the room and tore open the low-hanging curtain.
She was sleeping deeply, her beautiful eyebrows were knitted together, her little face was tangled, and she seemed sad.
There were hickeys all over her bare shoulders and chest.
