Seeing Xia Yihan sitting on the ground in a daze, the guards in black looked at each other and immediately understood each other.
Although their leader Shang Yang is dead, this mission still needs to be completed. Whoever makes a contribution may be the next leader of the guards. But if it is not completed, they will all die.
Thinking of this, one of the guards quickly said: "You guys are here to protect the prince, you follow me."
After speaking, the group of people immediately divided into two groups and took action separately.
Seeing the dozen guards chasing Hu Ling'er, Xia Yihan realized what was happening, stood up and shouted: "No chasing, come back quickly!"
Hu Ling'er was injured, and it was still unknown whether he could deal with them.
However, these people still did not stop. Xia Yihan frowned and wanted to catch up, but was surrounded by the people who were left behind.
"Your Majesty, your eyesight is inconvenient, and the thieves are very cruel, so you should stay here." A sarcastic voice sounded.
Xia Yihan paused, turned around and glanced around at the people who were watching him.
Although he couldn't see it, he still felt something strange in the atmosphere.
He seemed to understand something...
With a curl of her lips, Xia Yihan smiled charmingly: "That's right, I won't be able to help you much if I go."
Suppressing the worry in her heart, Xia Yihan held back her breath and relaxed herself.
When the guards saw him lazily leaning against the tree pole, looking harmless, they winked at each other, then quietly approached him with their weapons in hand.
Several people were getting closer and closer, but Xia Yihan still seemed unaware. Seeing that they had entered the effective attack range, one of the men in black raised his hand slightly, and with just one command, all the swords struck him.
At this critical moment, Xia Yihan turned around and swept out the long whip in his hand.
Everyone felt a gust of purple cold wind sweeping in, and the next second they were thrown out heavily.
He looked up and the next second, he was shocked.
But Xia Yihan, who was holding a purple whip in his hand, was shrouded in a blue-purple light. His originally lowered head slowly lifted up, and a thick chill oozed from his coquettish smile.
"Ice Soul!" I don't know who shouted, but before anyone could react, time stopped at this moment.
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Hu Ling'er covered the injury on her shoulder and ran quickly towards the depths of the jungle.
She specifically chooses places where there are no roads to run, just to get rid of the tails behind her.
But as the blood from the wound became more and more bleeding, her strength gradually lost, her steps became slower and slower, and the footsteps behind her got closer and closer.
She knew that without concealed weapons, it was already very difficult for her to deal with these well-trained guards, not to mention that her shoulder was seriously injured now. If she wanted to break out, she would have to outwit them.
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But now she was upset and her mind went blank. She couldn't think of anything but running.
At this moment, the dense trees around him suddenly disappeared, and the field of vision broadened. Hu Ling'er was shocked and stopped.
Looking at the dark front, there turned out to be a cliff.
When he turned around, a dozen guards in black were already chasing him, and a feeling of despair suddenly arose.
Is she going to confess to being here today?
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