Liuyue slowly closed her eyes, letting Xuanyuan Che kiss her gently, while murmuring: "It's okay as long as it's okay."
As long as everything is fine, it's fine as long as her Xuanyuan Che is fine.
A charming smile formed on the corner of his mouth, and Xuanyuan Che's kiss became lighter.
There were corpses on the ground, and the strong smell of blood everywhere. However, in such a place, the iron-blooded sword and the gentle kiss were strangely blooming, fragrant flowers.
There was no noisy sound of swords, no ferocious murderous intent. At this time, everything was quiet. There was only the sound of the wind blowing, only the sound of treetops shaking, and only the sound of the wounded soldiers moaning slightly.
Murong Wudi, who was standing silently beside him, finally came back to his senses. He looked at the corpses lying on the ground in front of him, and his old face twitched slightly.
It's so powerful, such a sharp sword, so one blow kills, one blow kills.
His hand shook slightly. If the sword pierced his body, could he resist and go back? His eyebrows were tightly knitted together. No, that kind of completely weird angle, that kind of sharp and unstoppable killing, he
, and can't avoid it.
A trace of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and Murong Wudi secretly rejoiced. Fortunately, they found her. Fortunately, they chose to side with her, otherwise...
The scorching wind in early summer blew up a cloud of blood.
Beside the dense forest, Dugu Ye looked at this scene coldly, a flash of shock flashed in his eyes, and the breeze blew his white robe, fluttering out of the dust.
"The princess is so amazing." After being surprised, Qiu Hen and others immediately looked at Liu Yue with great excitement. Their princess was indeed amazing.
Before Liu Yue could say anything, Xuanyuan Che hugged Liu Yue's little body and said proudly: "Of course."
Liu Yue couldn't help but smile when she heard this. After smiling, Liu Yue glanced at the assassin in green behind her, then lowered her face and said, "Who are they?"
"I don't know, I'm not from Zuo Xiang, nor from Dugu Ye." Xuanyuan Che also became serious and lowered his voice.
These assassins are extremely skilled. They are much better than the Zuo Xiang people they know. However, compared with Dugu Ye's people, they are three points weaker. Therefore, they are not Zuo Xiang, nor will they be.
Prince Aoyun, Dugu Ye.
"If it's not these two groups of people, then who is it?" Liu Yue frowned, who else is plotting against Xuanyuan Che?