Yuan Hongxi squinted at the people brought up by Yi Xiangming's men. A smile flashed across his lips. He stepped forward without hesitation and raised his eyebrows at Yi Xiangming: "You really keep your word."
"The prince is laughing." Yi Xiangming sneered in his heart. When you go back and take off the mask, you will find that this person is not Muyin.
In order to worry that Yuan Hongxi would find out, he also used a special human skin mask. Generally, traces would be visible only when it comes into contact with water, otherwise... it would not be visible at all. This kind of mask is very rare and he made it himself.
Yuan Hongxi also grabbed her carelessly and walked towards his team. Yi Xiangming's sneer began to appear on his face. When he looked at Yuan Hongxi's figure, he suddenly turned his sleeve and pointed a silver needle towards Yuan Hongxi.
Xi's head was shot.
His movements were so fast that Zhao En had no time to stop him.
Just when Yi Xiangming thought that Yuan Hongxi would die without a doubt, Yuan Hongxi took out his folding fan lightly, held it behind him, and the silver needle clinked to the ground.
Upon seeing this, "Muyin", who was being held by Yuan Hongxi, flipped his palm, and suddenly a shining silver needle appeared, stabbing Yuan Hongxi's chest.
"Here's this move?" Yuan Hongxi hid and winked at Zhao En.
Yi sneered at Ming and said falsely: "Yin'er, what's wrong with you? Why do you attack the prince?"
As he said this, Muyin's hands and feet became faster, and the needles made a crisp sound, intertwined with the folding fan.
After seeing Zhao En nodded, Yuan Hongxi's folding fan produced a sharp blade and slashed across "Muyin's" neck. Blood spurted out on the spot and splashed on the grass.
Yuan Hongxi was dressed elegantly. He took out his handkerchief and wiped the folding fan. He turned around and smiled at Yi Xiangming: "Have you had enough fun?"
Yi Xiangming's heart tightened, and when he was wondering where the flaw was, the place was surrounded by countless people with bows and arrows.
His face stiffened, and Yi Xiangming suddenly laughed loudly: "I didn't expect that you would mobilize your confidants for her, Yuan Hongxi... If you do this, wouldn't you push yourself into a dead end?"
"For Muyin, what's the point?" Yuan Hongxi sneered, "Yi Xiangming, you don't have to threaten me with these words."
"How can I threaten you?" Yi Xiangming sneered, "The prince has already done this, how can I dare to compete with him?"
"Yi Xiangming! If you are sensible, hand over Miss Mu! Otherwise, don't blame us!" Zhao En drew out his knife and shouted coldly.
"Come on?" Yi Xiang Ming smiled again, "My lord, do you think that Yi is in vain on the battlefield?" After saying that, he made a gesture, and immediately his confidants prepared their weapons one by one and charged into battle with him.
"But I thank you for the great gift you gave to Yi." He raised his eyebrows and smiled, hugging Jiang Songyu tightly in his arms. Of course, Jiang Songyu's face looked a little ugly.
"I have already befriended Muyin, and Muyin was just killed by the prince himself." Yi sneered at Ming, "No wonder I am."
"That's very well said." Yuan Hongxi sneered and looked at Yi Xiangming with the same arrogant attitude, "I will play with you again."
After saying that, Yuan Hongxi waved his hand, and suddenly the archers were ready and their swords were drawn.
Yi Xiangming raised his eyebrows and hugged Jiang Songyu, and smiled: "My lord, if you plan to get Muyin, let them retreat, otherwise... you will never see Muyin."
"Do you think you are still qualified to threaten me?" Yuan Hongxi's eyes flashed with a cold light, and her thin lips completed a wanton arc, which made Yi Xiangming stunned.
