The people in black are a little timid. Jing Yirong is not the weak woman rumored to be at all. She is not only strong in martial arts but also vicious in her attacks. She is more powerful and faster than them. She seems to be even more excited when seeing blood.
The sounds of fighting in the courtyard finally alerted the slaves, and someone shouted, "There is an assassin, catch the assassin quickly."
As the candlelight was lit, teams appeared from nowhere. Nalan Qingyi hurried to the front wearing a coat, looking at Jing Yirong who was covered in blood under the light and was shocked.
He turned pale and said, "Yi Rong, what's wrong with you? Come on, get these assassins down for me!"
"Don't come over here. I will deal with the person who hurts me personally." Jing Yirong glared at the escort who wanted to come forward to help, "I hate others touching my favorite piece of meat."
The guards looked at Jing Yirong and were too frightened to take action. Her face was too ruthless and her eyes were as piercing as ice.
Jing Yirong smiled seductively and then met the man in black again. She, Jing Yirong, would never let go of anyone who hurt her, and she would never let others take away what she liked. The Fengying Alliance is the most important thing.
A rule of thumb is that the worst killer is not one who fails the mission, but one who has his favorite piece of meat taken away by others in front of his eyes.
The man in black did not expect that Jing Yirong would refuse the help of the guards and fight them alone. He wanted to wait for the guards to fight and escape in chaos, but he did not expect that this damn woman would bite her like a crab.
Release it again.
Every time Jing Yirong swung the knife, it hit the vital point. The men in black had no chance to fight back. More than a dozen men in black had already fallen down, with their hands cut off and the knife inserted into the heart. Anyway, everyone was miserable.
Unable to bear the frustration, even the guards in the palace were so shocked that they broke into cold sweats. They had never seen such a scene before. It was either you die or I live.
There were only a few men in black retreating steadily, and no one was Jing Yirong's opponent. The leading man in black was kicked to the ground by Jing Yirong, and suddenly an idea flashed and he pulled out something from his chest.
The things were swept towards Jing Yirong.
Lime! Jing Yirong blocked the fine lime powder with both hands, but a lot of powder still got into his eyes. Jing Yirong could only close his eyes, and his vision immediately became pitch black.
"Yirong!" was Nalan Qingyi's heartbreaking cry of fear, as if the world had collapsed.
With her eyes closed, she was clearly prepared to accept the pain of being slashed with a knife, but she only felt her feet rising in the air and her body being hugged into a warm chest.
"If you don't want to fall, just hold me tight." A low, hoarse voice came from above her head. Jing Yirong held the man's waist obediently, pressing her face so tightly against his chest that she could hear his heartbeat.
, followed by a burst of miserable screams.
As the shouting stopped, Jing Yirong also fell to the ground. She frowned and pushed the man away, "You killed them?"
"Yes." The man replied neither humble nor overbearing.
Jing Yirong was angry, "Damn it, I'm the only one qualified to kill them."
"The Crown Princess is qualified to kill them, but unfortunately from the situation just now, it seems that the Crown Princess does not have that ability." The man added Xu Taokan in his tone, without any scruples about Jing Yirong's identity.
Jing Yirong wiped the powder from her eyes and opened her eyes slightly.
A man in silver armor stood in front of him. His facial features were as deep as those carved by a craftsman. His sharp eyes looked at Jing Yirong without fear. In addition to looking at it, he also did more research. A long black belt connected the jet-black face.
His hair was simply lifted up and tied back, and the emanation between his temples added a bit of heroism. He was so domineering that it reminded people of the idiom of standing upright, as if there was no world but his straight body, standing upright domineeringly.
Between heaven and earth.
"Who are you?" Jing Yirong threw away the bloody sword in his hand and looked directly at the man.
The man clasped his hands in his fists, looking like a heroic knight, "The last general is Yu Yingxuan, the king has appointed the general to protect the country."
"Yes, I have some strength to live up to this false reputation." Jing Yirong said calmly.
"How are you, Yi Rong?" Nalan Qingyi stepped forward with a pale face, as if he had been frightened by the scene just now.
Jing Yirong sighed and said helplessly, "Nalan Qingyi, I'm not dead yet, don't look at me with such pitiful eyes."
"I'm worried about you." Nalan Qingyi lowered his head and tried to suppress the incompetence in his eyes.
Jing Yirong stopped looking at Nalan Qingyi and turned to Yu Yingxuan, "Since you are the general protecting the country, you naturally have broad knowledge. I want to know who sent these assassins."
"We can't make a final decision yet." Yu Yingxuan squatted down in front of the body of the man in black and reached out to search for it.
Jing Yirong stepped forward and stood next to Yu Yingxuan, "Do you think an assassin would leave any clues on his body?"
"Indeed there are no clues," Yu Yingxuan stood up with a smile, then looked at her with a look, "The general doesn't know that the princess is not only very skilled in martial arts but also knows the rules of the world."
"There are still too many things you don't know." Jing Yirong said expressionlessly, "What you should do now is not to be interested in me, but to find out the identities of these assassins."
As soon as Jing Yirong finished speaking, a playful and charming voice came from the distance, "The Crown Princess wants to know the identity of the assassin, why bother asking anyone else, just ask me."
Everyone looked up and followed the sound. I don't know when a person had appeared on the roof. He was hidden in the dark night, but the silver mask covering his face reflected a strange brilliance under the moonlight.
.
The silver mask concealed his appearance but could not conceal his evil smiling eyes and sexy thin lips. His whole body exuded an evil aura that could not be ignored.
Yu Yingxuan immediately raised the hand holding the sword across his chest, and his whole body entered a state of preparation for battle, "Who is coming?"
"You don't deserve to know." The man's tone was arrogant, with disdain in his eyes.
Jing Yirong shot directly at the man. Yu Yingxuan was a general protecting the country and his martial arts were unfathomable. However, they didn't even know when this man was sitting on the roof. It only proved that this man's martial arts were beyond their imagination.
"If you stare at me like this, I will feel that you are interested in me." The man met Jing Yirong's gaze and smiled gently.
Jing Yirong snorted coldly, "I'm only interested in my prey."
"Haha." The man smiled instead of being angry, his slightly hoarse voice showing his evil demeanor through the silver mask, "It's really good that the prey I like is also interested in me."
"What do you want to do?" Nalan Qingyi stood in front of Jing Yirong at some point, looking like a protector.
The man was lying on the roof, staring directly at Jing Yirong with eyes like torches. His explicit gaze made people frown, "I have long heard that the most beautiful woman in the world is the Crown Princess of the Underworld. It turned out to be true when I saw her tonight. But she is worthy of her."
My woman doesn't just have to be beautiful, so today I sent some useless things to test whether your Jing Yi Rong is qualified to be my woman."
"Did you send this person?" Jing Yirong asked.
The man was still smiling, "I sent them, and they deserved to die after letting me watch a good show. Jing Yirong, you are qualified. From tonight on, you will be the woman I like."
"Bold!" Nalan Qingyi was dissatisfied with being ignored, "She is the Crown Princess. If you speak rudely, you won't be afraid of losing your head."
The man mocked, "I feel like I am deserted in the entire palace. What do you think your words can mean? Nalan Qingyi, I am determined to marry your woman!"
"You!" Nalan Qingyi clenched his hands into fists, feeling the urge to hit someone for the first time.
Jing Yirong glanced at Nalan Qingyi, then turned to the man on the roof, "What a coincidence, apart from your life, I really have no other interest in you."
"It tastes good, I like it!" The smile on the man's lips deepened, and he stood up neatly, his black robe fluttering in the wind, making his whole person look mysterious and evil, "Jing Yirong, since you are the woman I like,
There is no need for me to hide my identity from you. Remember, my name is Ye Xieming."
As soon as he finished speaking, he disappeared from everyone's eyes like a gust of wind, so fast that it was hard to tell whether he was using Qing Kung Fu or whether he was just a phantom from beginning to end, otherwise there would be no sound at all.
"Ye Xieming, the owner of the number one evil village in the martial arts world, has hundreds of powerful people from all walks of life. He is tough and sinister in dealing with people, but his preferences are unpredictable. It is rumored that he once spent a day in order to steal a woman.
He eradicated another decent villa in the martial arts world, but the next day he turned around and abandoned the woman. Because his style was too dissolute, no one in the martial arts world had any contact with him, and his martial arts was also called evil by the martial arts people.
I sent martial arts. I came to the palace to cause trouble today. I am afraid that I have believed the rumors in the world, so I want to come and see the princess." Yu Yingxuan once had a chance to fight with iced black tea, and after that day she looked forward to never seeing him again in this life.
Jing Yirong raised his eyes and looked at the deserted roof. Ice black tea was definitely not a good person. He could have believed the rumors and wanted to see her, but he sent a killer one step ahead. This was not a show of respect for a woman at all. On the contrary, he
She probably felt that she was worth his trip. If it wasn't worth it, he might not show up to see her even if she died.
"Yirong, go back and bandage the wound." Nalan Qingyi stepped forward and tightened Jing Yirong's hand at some point, fearing that she would disappear in the next second.
Jing Yirong looked at him calmly and followed him to the house obediently.
"Princess." A voice called out from behind. Jing Yirong turned around and something flew towards her. She quickly caught it, a small ceramic bottle. Yu Yingxi smiled lightly and said, "It will work quickly if you apply it on the wound." After that, she handed it over and left.
Jing Yirong and Nalan Qingyi entered the house. In fact, they were just a few scars caused by the sword energy. Jing Yirong did not ask Wenren Qingyi to call the witch doctor, "Just bandage any minor injuries yourself."
Nalan Qingyi carefully rolled up her long sleeves for Jingyi Rong, revealing her white and soft hands and arms. The tiny blood stains began to dry up. Nalan Qingyi dipped some water in a white cloth and wiped it gently, then opened Yu Yingxiang.
The small bottle of medicine was about to be dropped on the wound, but he seemed to think of something and stopped.
"What's wrong?" Jing Yirong was confused.
Nalan Qingyi smiled softly, stood up, picked up the scissors on the table, and made a cut on his finger. Blood immediately poured out, and then he tapped the vial. The powder fell on the wound and the bleeding stopped quickly. Nalan Qingyi
Lan Qingyi was delighted, "It really works, and there is no discomfort at all. It shouldn't be toxic."
"Are you helping me test the medicine?" Jing Yirong frowned tightly.