"Di Qing!" Pang Xiu shouted coldly, and Di Qing immediately changed from a barking dog to a chihuahua, rode his horse and turned back behind Pang Xiu, waiting for orders.
Batuzi also came up, holding Yan Xiaoqing's soft sword in his hand. The perfect sword was covered with a dark red layer, which was Mo Chengjun's blood.
My whole body was frozen, and I stared at the sword blankly.
"Kill him, right! Kill him, right!" I couldn't do anything but scream. I suddenly hated myself for who I was now. I could only stare at the people around me being taken away from their lives.
Batuzi glanced at me and shouted: "Princess Changting, it's better to save some energy! Wait..."
Yan Xiaoqing waved his hand to signal Batuzi to shut up. He took out a white silk handkerchief from his sleeve, rolled it up along the hilt of the sword, and carefully and conscientiously wiped the blood-stained silver sword.
Di Qing below the city complained angrily: "It's not difficult to break in, why bother with them for so long?"
Pang Xiu's look told Di Qing to shut up and quietly observe the situation above.
When Yan Xiaoqing polished the sword, I thought he was going to put it back in his waistband, but I didn't expect that the sword was suddenly placed on my neck. The cold touch was so chilling that I couldn't help but tremble at my lips.
Death is only one step away from me. Those who stand on the line of life and death can do nothing to help. They must either wait for death or wait for a miracle.
Pang Xiu suddenly waved, and the flaming red flag fluttered in the wind. The retreating archers collectively came out of the cave, drew their bows and arrows again, and aimed at Yan Xiaoqing.
Yan Xiaoqing looked down confidently and said, "Let Xia Yan come over!"
"How can the king meet a shameless villain like you!" Di Qing yelled.
"After this stick of incense is burned, I want to see him!!" Yan Xiaoqing did not take Di Qing's words seriously and glanced at Pang Xiu: "If you can't see Xia Yan, I will cut off one of her fingers every other hour!
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When I heard that he was going to cut my fingers, I immediately stood up. If he doesn't come, why are you cutting me? If he wants to come, it doesn't matter even if he doesn't have me. If he doesn't want to come, he may not be able to see me even if he slices me into pieces.
Yan Xiaoqing took the initiative to respond to my silent question. He said softly: "Don't worry, Xia Yan will know what to do!"
It's not like cutting off his fucking fingers, he knows shit.
I bit my lip and said, "If you really have the ability, just rush out and fight with Xia Yan, and don't scare people with your underhanded tactics here!"
Yan Xiaoqing leaned down and whispered in my ear: "Don't force me to cut off one of your fingers now. I'm not like Xia Yan - I just talk but don't do anything!"
When he said these words, his tone was as gentle as the most perfect lover in the world, but the words he said were chilling.
Pang Xiu waved his hand gently, signaling Pang Yi to inform Xia Yan.
Only then did I realize that Xia Yan had fixed all the city gates with iron plates from the outside!
This move is called - catching a turtle in an urn!
After a while, I saw a dark horse approaching from a distance.
Xia Yan sat motionless on his horse, his blood-red cloak rippled behind him. His black hair was as black as ink, spread wantonly on the back of his head. A silver-white jade hairpin was fixed on the top of his head, and two ear-piercing pearls hung down.
On both sides of the cheeks, swing gently with the bumps.
Holding the horse's reins with both hands, it was as if he held the entire Xia Kingdom in his hands. Xia Yan did not wear a dragon robe tonight, only a dazzling black simple suit. This was the first time I saw this outfit, but I didn't feel it at all.
The lack of intimidation makes him more mature, stable and noble!
