In just one cup of tea, more than thirty killers on the left and right were all brought down.
Xuanyuan Yu had a gentle smile on his face, looked at Xuanyuan Ze, and said: "You lost, I am nineteen, and you are only twelve."
Xuanyuan Ze narrowed his eyes in displeasure and snorted softly: "You are the elder brother and I am the younger brother, and you won't give in to me?"
"I can let you do anything else, but not this one." Xuanyuan Yu was unambiguous, "I don't want to go back to Jialan with you so early."
Should I go back and listen to the old man's endless scolding? Or should I be pestered endlessly by that dead girl Yang Yue?
He doesn't want it.
He just wanted to be with Luo'er, accompany her through the Dongchen section, and then take his wife home.
Ling Luo watched this scene and secretly marveled.
Xuanyuan Ze actually defeated twelve people, and his cultivation level was definitely above that of a seventh-level great martial artist.
Xuanyuan Yu knelt down, looked at the killer he had left behind, and asked, "Who sent you here?"
The killer looked extremely ordinary, someone who would never be recognized in a crowd. His eyes were extremely determined. Without saying a word, he simply bit the poison sac hidden in his teeth and committed suicide by taking the poison.
Seeing that the last person left also fell, Xuanyuan Yu shrugged and said, "I knew it would be like this."
Ling Luo cast a doubtful look.
Xuanyuan Yu explained: "Growing up, the number of people who came to assassinate me, if not a few hundred, was probably a thousand. Most of them were caught and then committed suicide by poisoning, and they couldn't find out anything."
"So many?" Ling Luo was quite surprised, "Why are there so many people trying to assassinate you?"
A hint of helplessness flashed across Xuanyuan Yu's face, and he said: "Because I am the crown prince of the Jialan Empire, and the tree is big and attracts the wind, so there will always be people who look at me and are unhappy."
There were more than thirty corpses at the door. It was really unlucky, so the three people simply packed them up and threw them all into the icy lake behind the house.
After returning to the house, Ling Luo's worried eyes never moved away from Xuanyuan Yu.
Xuanyuan Yu felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by her and asked, "Why are you looking at me like this?"
"Where did the nearly a thousand people who assassinated you come from?" As his future wife, she must at least understand clearly who her husband's enemies are.
"It's not anyone." Xuanyuan Yu said with a smile, "It's just some forces that are dissatisfied with the dominance of the Jialan Kingdom. Many of the four vassal countries are ready to take action and send assassins to sneak into Jialan. There are also some domestic
That’s it.”
Ling Luo's heart trembled and she asked: "Then haven't you lived a very difficult life in the past twenty years?"
Xuanyuan Yu didn't speak, just smiled.
Xuanyuan Ze, who was on the side, seemed to have a strange look on his face, and his voice was a little heavy: "Since I was a child, I have suffered countless injuries. Four times, I was on the verge of death, and half of my feet stepped into the gate of hell."
Xuanyuan Yu smiled nonchalantly and said, "Actually, Ze, it's not as serious as you said. Aren't I living well in front of you now?"
"How come it's not serious?!" Xuanyuan Ze seemed a little angry. His extremely beautiful face, which looked exactly like Xuanyuan Yu's, was full of excitement. "You said it yourself, between the Northern Di Kingdom and the Southern Xinjiang Kingdom, what is the ultimate sect?"
How many killers have come over, and Uncle Rui is ready to take action, and how many times have the spies planted around you secretly poisoned you?"