Yan Xi was wearing a loose red dress that swayed in the wind, like a celestial being.
Of course, the premise is not to look at his face.
Because he can always easily destroy this rare softness with his condensed and murderous temperament. Wearing red clothes, he looks more like a demon from another world, with murderous intent.
Yan Rong slapped his forehead and begged, "Seventh brother, I beg you, if you kill, kill, but don't hurt these precious herbs. These are treasures that cannot be exchanged for money."
The guard of the State of Lu has a black line on his forehead. How long has it been since then and he still cares about the flowers and plants on the ground? [
"Everyone, please pay attention. Divide into two teams. One team will stay to protect His Highness, and the others will follow me." Among the guards, there was a slightly more luxuriously dressed person who was their team leader, and he was also the only one among the group who could still remain calm.
the commander.
Yan Rong pointed at Yan Xi and said, "You don't have to divide your troops to deal with me. Just go up and beat my brother. To be honest, I don't look down on you. Just a few of you are not enough to give him a scratch."
A venomous tongue can always stir up the raging anger in others at the most appropriate moment.
, as soon as he finished speaking, he squatted down with a sad face, carefully picked up a broken flower branch with both hands, took out some strange small tools from his body, and helped the flower to save its injuries. Occasionally, he kicked and stabbed him to death.
The guard's body was impatiently thrown back at Lu Yi's feet like trash.
In his eyes, flowers and plants are much more precious than the lives of these guys who came to ruin someone's wedding out of nowhere.
This is a typical example of looking for trouble for nothing.
The captain of the Lu Kingdom's guard team trembled with anger, pointed at Yan Rong and said, "Stop him first, and everyone will come together."
"Hey, are you mistaken? Are your brains broken? Catching me, an idle prince, is of no use. The use of my seventh child is more valuable." Yan Rong yelled and hid, holding a long sword.
Holding a sword flower, she avoided the attacks of dozens of smart people with light steps. Occasionally, she thrust out a sword, which would definitely hit her opponent in the heart.
In this way, no matter how powerful Yan Rong is, he can't stop dozens of people from trampling on his beloved medicinal herbs. "Lao Qi, come here to help. Oops, you've stepped on my treasure again.
Go to hell."
A certain unlucky guard who didn't see the flowers and plants under his feet was stabbed to the core by Yan Rong's sword. Yan Rong pointed to the guards surrounding him and said, "When you fight, don't step on the herbs, otherwise, my sword will go crazy."