He threw out the big knife in his hand vigorously, and the shining cold blade chased Leng Wushuang's door tightly. Between the lightning and flint, Leng Wushuang turned around deftly, and the big man's knife cut straight into Leng Wushuang.

On the big tree behind.

"You really dare to hit me with a knife, I will reward you with a sword."

Soon after saying it, Leng Wushuang stood up angrily, and saw a flash of sword light, and an "X" appeared on the scarred man's face. This "X" was located on his forehead, with red bloodshot eyes.

Horrible and evil.

"Sister Wushuang, you are really naughty, why did you draw a big X on him..."

The scarred man's hand holding the sword was trembling, and his eyes were trembling as he watched Leng Wushuang wield the lightsaber.

"You...you are..."

The one behind the scarred man had weak legs and looked at Ning Si who was smiling and squatted on the ground.

"Brother... let's go quickly, he is the life-killing god..."

"Who said I am the life-killing god? I am..."

Mo Ying's eyes widened, "You are the life-killing god, okay, just get rid of these people..."

Before those people could run away, Leng Wushuang had already stood in the middle of them. With a flash of cold light, all the men in black fell down.

A sudden gust of wind blew away the veil from Leng Wushuang's face.

Dressed in white, he was holding a green light sword with a drop of blood on the tip of the sword, and his thin lips were raised.

The seemingly fatal lack of tenderness is a fatal scar.

A strong smell of blood came, and Ning Si couldn't help but feel nauseated.

"Well……"

"Feng Ya'er, how are you?"

Leng Wushuang had a sad face and looked like a student waiting to be scolded.

"You really have no brains at all. You know that she can't see blood, but you still do this..."

"I wanted her to see my abilities, but I didn't want her to..."

"Okay, don't talk about him anymore. It's my own fault. I'll be fine in a few days. By the way, when can we get to the palace?"

The palace covers an area of ​​about three hundred miles, with a river running through it from north to south.

There are five steps to the first floor, ten steps to the pavilion, pavilions and pavilions, all of which are dazzling.

If we say that the palace of an ancient country is a dazzling treasure house.

This royal palace in Beicang is a luxurious underground treasure.

The waist of the corridor is unkempt, the eaves are high and the teeth are high; everyone is holding on to the terrain and fighting each other.

Panpan Yan, Yan Yan, honeycomb water vortex, tens of millions of them stand tall and fall. The long bridge plays in the arms of Lihe, just like a swimming dragon. After the wind and rain, there is a beautiful rainbow.

The heights of the buildings and walls are obscured, and one does not know the west or the east. The dance hall is cold and the sleeves are cold, and the wind and rain are desolate. Within a day, the weather varies from palace to palace.

The stars are shining brightly, and the makeup mirrors are opened; the green clouds are noisy, and the servant girls are combing at dawn; the Wei River is swollen and greasy, and the fat and water are discarded; the smoke is slanting and the fog is horizontal, and the peppers and orchids are burning.

The thunder suddenly startled me, and the palace chariots passed by; I heard the winding of the wind from afar, but I didn't know where it was.

"Hey, whose palace is it that just passed by? It's so grand."

"That belongs to Concubine Hua, your aunt..."

"Uh, aunt?"

"I heard that when you were young, your father was rescued by your aunt who went out to worship Buddha. Later, out of gratitude, he took your aunt into the palace and made you empress. Today, he is honored as a noble concubine, with only one daughter under his knees - Princess Jiaoyang.

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"Sister Wushuang, I thought you were only good at fighting, but I didn't expect that you were even better at delivering messages."

"My aunt has been honored as a royal concubine, but what about my mother?"

"Your mother is the queen..."

"Huh? My niece became my boss?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? Even ordinary people can get married in Beicang as long as they are not close relatives. It is common for two women to serve one husband, let alone the royal family."

Ning Si stuck out her tongue, "I'm overthinking it. This is Beicang after all."

Mo Ying curled her lips and smiled, approaching Ning Si's ear, "Don't you want to know which princess caused him to be beaten by you in the first place?"
Chapter completed!