Xiao Ci laughed at this sentence and made her confused: "You are self-aware."
As soon as he finished speaking, he kicked out again. The man in black's wrist was numb with shock. As soon as his hand was loosened, the big knife fell into Xiao Ci's hand.
Song Qinghuan didn't care to argue with him, and only raised his voice: "Who are you, and why did you want to kill him?"
The three men in black didn't say anything, they just swarmed towards them and launched deadly attacks.
Song Qinghuan didn't know whether these people came for Xiao Ci or for himself. After thinking about it, he discussed with Xiao Ci: "Uncle Ninth, Uncle Ninth, I, my body is a little heavy. Otherwise, what should I do?"
Why don't you let me down, so as not to drag you down."
Xiao Ci flipped his wrist and slashed at the man in black who bore the brunt of the attack. He sneered with a gloomy look: "Okay."
As he spoke, he raised his sword and cut off Song Qinghuan's clothes.
As soon as Song Qinghuan's feet landed on the ground, he was still a little unsteady and fell to the ground. When he saw Xiao Ci flying around and beating the three men in black to pieces, he wanted to clap his hands and applaud.
Unfortunately, the timing was wrong. She quickly got up from the ground, looked around, and ran away to Xiao Ci's left side.
One of the three men in black fell down, and when the remaining two saw Song Qinghuan escaping, they immediately stopped and went to catch up.
Xiao Ci was very tired just now, but now he was free. He glanced at the direction Song Qinghuan was leaving with a murderous look in his eyes, and then he took a few steps forward to search the body of the man in black who had lost his temper.
Song Qinghuan was a boudoir girl, and she never thought that someone would put so much thought into taking her life.
When I saw those men in black dealing with Xiao Ci, I assumed they were here for Xiao Ci.
After all, not only is he a member of the royal family, but he is also a secretive master, so many people outside may want his life.
Who would have thought that she only ran a hundred meters before those people caught up with her.
She was so scared that she didn't even dare to cry, so she immediately turned around and ran back to Xiao Ci.
Xiao Ci was standing under the tree with his hands folded, waiting for Song Qinghuan. Seeing her getting closer and closer, he could no longer hold back the smile on his lips.
"Girl from the Song family, what can you say?"
"Yes, yes, uncle Ninth, Uncle Ninth, I know I'm wrong, I really know I'm wrong." Song Qinghuan howled, but ran very fast.
Xiao Ci remained motionless and his smile faded: "It's too late."
"It's not too late, it's not too late. Uncle Jiu's life-saving grace will be remembered forever by my nephew and daughter-in-law. If it comes in handy in the future, my nephew-in-law and daughter-in-law will fight to the death, no matter how hard it is."
Before he finished speaking, arrows flew out from the depths of the dense forest, like raindrops, densely packed.
"Mother..." Song Qinghuan trembled, bent forward, knelt down towards Xiao Ci, pulled on him with both hands, and almost took off his pants.
Xiao Ci also didn't expect that this girl would use such a dirty trick. He hurriedly grabbed the pants that were almost pulled off and said angrily: "Song Qinghuan..."
Before the angry words were spoken, Song Qinghuan said sincerely: "Uncle Jiu, Uncle Jiu, if you have a lot of money, you must not argue with me about this little girl's movies."
But her hands were holding on to his pants and wouldn't let go at all.
"Uncle Jiu, Uncle Jiu, don't you have a daughter? Just think of me as your daughter. Just think of it as your daughter being ignorant and making you angry. She belongs to the same family, so there is no need to be angry, right?"
Song Qinghuan was no less good at playing rogue, Xiao Ci was only a few years older than her, how could he have a daughter as big as her.
"Get away." Xiao Ci raised his knife with one hand to deflect the flying arrows, and grabbed Song Qinghuan's hand with the other hand, trying to pull off his pants.
Two men in black were approaching, but their arrows still failed to stop.
"You little bitch." Xiao Ci cursed angrily, holding Song Qinghuan's collar, he jumped up into the tree.
With a few clicks of their feet, the two of them were already running far away.
Xiao Ci has lived to this age and has never been in such a miserable state.
After running for more than half an hour, seeing that those people could not catch up, Xiao Cicai threw Song Qinghuan away, put his hands on his hips and took a few deep breaths.
Song Qinghuan fell down and chewed the mud again, and the injured bones in front of him ached faintly.
The worries about her life were relieved, and her head became dizzy again due to high fever. She lay on the muddy ground for a while before struggling to get up.
"Uncle Jiu, are you suffering from kidney deficiency?"
Xiao Ci was already looking bad, but now Song Qinghuan's mouth was itching again, and his face turned livid with anger.
"It seems that I, the king, should have killed you with a knife for those people just now, so as not to be angry with you in the future."
Song Qinghuan curled his lips and muttered in a low voice: "At the age of twenty-seven or eight, he is as weak as a human. It's either a deficiency of the kidneys or something."
The sky turned white. Song Qinghuan raised his eyes and saw Xiao Ci's expression as if he had eaten shit. He rolled his eyes and said with a smile, "Uncle Jiu, you haven't had sex with women for a long time."
"The ancients said that yin and yang need to be coordinated. At this age, Uncle Jiu should be in harmony."
"You girl know a lot." Xiao Ci sneered and thrust the big knife in his hand into the mud, making a muffled sound that made Song Qinghuan's heart tremble.
"Then do you know that in this vast mountain forest, we, a man and a woman alone, might end up fighting each other?"
Song Qinghuan chuckled: "If Uncle Jiu doesn't dislike it, my niece-in-law will be willing to cooperate."
"My niece-in-law has been staying alone in the empty room since she entered the house, and she hasn't had a taste of the boudoir yet. This uncle agrees with my niece-in-law. If word spreads, I'm afraid it will liven up the city of Kyoto for a long time."
Her words about niece-in-law on the left and uncle Jiu on the right disgusted Xiao Ci to death. No matter how blind he was, he would not have any thoughts about Song Qinghuan.
Song Qinghuan blinked, walked forward slowly, stood in front of Xiao Ci, and stretched out his hand to poke his chest: "Uncle Jiu sacrificed his life to save his nephew and daughter-in-law today. My nephew and daughter-in-law have nothing to repay, so I can only pledge myself to her. This is a dense forest."
, if Uncle Jiu wants to..."
On one side of the cheek, a section of fair neck is exposed, and the corners of the eyes and eyebrows are tainted with a hint of shyness.
However, this shyness was just a breath away, so Xiao Ci stopped it with a slap.
Xiao Ci's palms were wide, and he stretched out his hand to pinch Song Qinghuan's entire face in his palm. With a slight exertion, his face immediately changed shape, revealing his ugly appearance.
"I am not blind yet."
Song Qinghuan's cheeks hurt from his pinching, and he couldn't explain clearly in his mouth. He just kept holding his hand, whimpering.
Xiao Ci tightened his grip when he saw how funny she looked, so he teased her for a while before letting go.
"He's so lively and energetic, I'm afraid he won't need to see a doctor to get better."
Song Qinghuan rubbed his face, glared at Xiao Ci with a bitter look, and cursed vaguely: "Son of a turtle."
Xiao Ci did not comment, and twitched the corner of his mouth. He suddenly felt unsteady and staggered on his feet. When he stood firm, he felt something was wrong. He took a breath, but felt that there was a pressure in his chest that made him unable to breathe.
His eyebrows furrowed slightly, he exhaled a turbid breath, took out something from his arms and threw it into Song Qinghuan's hand, and said angrily: "I'm too lazy to talk to you."
"This is for you. If you feel confused, you can come to me, but I have never been a philanthropic person."
Song Qinghuan held the thing thrown by Xiao Ci in his hand for a long time, looked at the white sky again and again, and looked at him in confusion: "What is this?"
A jade talisman with a strange totem carved on it, which looks like a dragon but not a dragon, and looks like a tiger but not a tiger. It is so weird.
"This was found on the person who wanted to kill you just now." Xiao Ci said.
"That man was sent by Xiao Wei during the day. He did something to the horses, but he didn't intend to kill them all. The people just now were deadly and would not stop until they died. They were dead soldiers. They were obviously not the people of that brat Xiao Wei.
."
"Death warrior?" Song Qinghuan didn't grasp the point at all and burped in fright: "So, I'm still not safe right now, right?"
Xiao Ci laughed angrily at her, but when his emotions moved, he felt his heart throbbing, and he covered his heart and glared at Song Qinghuan.
"I really don't know how your brain keeps you alive till now."
He couldn't help but sarcastically said: "You have such little ability, but you still dare to make a fuss in the Prince's Palace. Xiao Wei didn't kill you immediately. You are really the ancestor of the Song family."
Song Qinghuan turned a deaf ear to his sarcasm, and only looked at the jade talisman carefully, trying desperately to recall whether Song Qinghuan had offended any extraordinary people.
When Xiao Ci saw her silent, he thought she had some brains after all, and said, "I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."
He jumped up the tree with a leap, stepping on the branches with his toes and paused. If he put on white clothes, he would look a bit fairy-like.
Before Song Qinghuan could speak, he heard a loud noise.
