Xiao Lingyue stared at the charred black on the Buddhist altar for two seconds, and then found the bodies of two assassins along the bloodstains on the ground, as well as a torn dragon robe.
She felt a little relieved.
It seems that Emperor Zhaoming did meet an assassin, but he was not powerless to fight back.
Find someone quickly, maybe there is still a rescue...
At this moment, a messy collision sound came from the ear chamber.
Xiao Lingyue's eyes sterned and she rushed over immediately.
The ear chamber is connected to the main hall, and there is no door in the middle. It is a place dedicated to spiritual plaques and eternal lanterns.
However, now, the wooden shelves around the ear chamber have been knocked over, and the room is in a mess, with various spirit cards and oil lamps falling to the ground, wet and slippery.
As soon as Xiao Lingyue rushed in, she saw an old man in a dragon robe with half of blood staggering out from behind the overturned wooden frame. He was holding something tightly in his arms, and the hair on his head was broken.
, gray hair fell down in disarray.
A majestic and familiar face was filled with an unknown dark purple.
Apparently poisoned.
"His Majesty!"
Xiao Lingyue shouted and rushed over immediately.
Emperor Zhaoming instinctively raised his head when he heard the sound, and his movements were slowing down for a moment.
At the same time, an agile black-clothed assassin jumped from behind the wooden frame, raised the blade high in his hand, and slashed at Emperor Zhaoming's head with the falling force!
Xiao Lingyue's pupils shrank!
The assassin was too close to Emperor Zhaoming, and it was too late to rush over at this time.
Once you are hit by the blade, you will die on the spot in an instant!
At the critical moment, Xiao Lingyue could not think too much. She instinctively grabbed the long sword and threw it forward hard, shouting: "Your Majesty, fall down!"
Emperor Zhaoming personally led his troops to the battlefield when he was young. He was not the kind of Emperor Wen who was pampered and weak, otherwise he would not have been able to deal with the assassin alone for so long without anyone protecting him.
Although it seemed that the situation was not good, he was at least alive, and he was able to save him until someone came to save him.
Hearing the shouts, Emperor Zhaoming's body reacted faster than his mind. He lay down on the spot without hesitation and rolled away.
The posture is very embarrassing, but very effective.
The long sword rushed over like a bamboo shoot, and passed by his body, piercing the assassin in the air, but it still castrates. It pierces the assassin's body into the wall and nails it firmly in the air.
"Dingdang..." The long sword in the assassin's hand fell to the ground.
The assassin widened his eyes and stared at Emperor Zhaoming on the ground. Blood flowed out of his seven orifices, twitching and dying.
Everything is settled.
Xiao Lingyue immediately breathed out before she realized that she was holding her breath and her lungs were about to explode.
She hurriedly walked towards Emperor Zhaoming, squatted down and helped him up: "Your Majesty, are you okay?"
Emperor Zhaoming's hair was scattered, covered in embarrassment, his face was blue and purple, his breathing was rapid, and he was almost half his life left.
Only then did Xiao Lingyue see clearly that what he had been holding in his arms was actually the spiritual position of the Queen.
The spiritual position is obviously well protected without any bumps.
On the contrary, Emperor Zhaoming, who was protecting the spirit's right arm and half of his shoulders, was covered with black blood. The blood stains soaked in the dragon robe, but there was no obvious wound.
"Your Majesty, offended."
Xiao Lingyue knew something was wrong, so she helped Emperor Zhaoming, lifted up her clothes and saw a thunderous sound in her heart.
I saw that the skin on Emperor Zhaoming's arms and shoulders turned into a highly poisonous purple-black purple-black, which continued to spread into the heart, covered with dense holes, and the poisonous needles as thin as cow's hair had penetrated into the depths of the flesh. Popular "