The Evil Prince and his Precious Wife: The Sly Lady

"Now, it's your turn!" Song Shizhong's mouth curled up with a brutal smile and waved to Murong Xue: the smartest of a few people is her, she is definitely dying.

Just now, Gong Qianyu and the dark guard guarded her from the left to the right. He was inconvenient to shoot. Now, Gong Qianyu and the dark guard have been seriously injured and care about her flawlessly. He can send her on the road.

The palm of his hand was as fast as the wind, and it was about to hit Murongxue. A snow-colored figure suddenly fell from the sky, grabbed her small waist, pulled her aside, and stretched her long arm, directly against Song Shizhong's palm, only Listen 'bang!With a loud sound, the ground shook violently, the snow-colored figure stood still, and Song Shizhong was shocked and took two or three steps back.

Song Shizhong looked gloomy, looked up at the coming person, and a shock flashed through his eyes: "Ouyang Shaochen!"

"General Song!" Ouyang Shaochen looked at him faintly, with a little coldness and indifference flashing in his obsidian-like pupils. Ruyu's hand gently supported Murongxue's waist, and he didn't mean to let go.

Song Shizhong's sharp eyes narrowed sharply: "She is yours."

"You shouldn't do anything with her!" Shaochen Ouyang answered non-responsibly. The sharp, gloomy glimmers at the bottom of his eyes made Song Shizhong frown. He really cares about Murongxue, but it's a pity: "This general has already started, Shizi What do you want? Kill this general and get angry for Murong Xue? "

In the palm just now, he has tried out. Ouyang Shaochen ’s martial arts are high-strength and deep in internal strength, and soon after the detoxification of his body has just been resolved, the martial arts and internal strength have not yet recovered to their peak. 'S martial arts are recovering quickly, and Ouyang Shaochen wants to win him, not so easy!

"No hurry, General Song is a general in southern Xinjiang. Let's solve your civil strife in southern Xinjiang first. If the civil strife is resolved, General Song is still alive, and then slowly settle the accounts between us ..." Ouyang Shaochen said lightly , The sound without wind and waves does not bring any emotion.

Song Shizhong heard his eyes narrowed, and had a bad hunch in his heart: "What do you mean ..."

"He means, you are the culprit of Southern Xinjiang, and should be handed over to Southern Xinjiang first." A cold male voice sounded, a dark blue figure descended from the sky, a cold face, a sharp eye pupil, it was the town South King.

Song Shizhong suddenly narrowed his eyes: "Why are you here?"

Before he started his army rebellion, he clearly ordered a large array of people around the Zhennan Royal Mansion, and trapped the Shengnan Wangsheng in the Zhennan Royal Mansion. He was unable to take a step, and he could not lead the army to come to stir up the major events they planned ... …

"Because Ouyang Shizi, General Song's position is indeed very powerful, but in front of Ouyang Shizi, that battle is completely unbearable!" Zhennan Wang said casually, his eyes and brows mockingly.

Song Shizhong's sharp eyes were like sharp arrows, and he shot fiercely at Ouyang Shaochen: It turned out that he broke his own big event, which is really abominable ...

"Ping Pong Pang Pong!" The fierce fighting sounded, and thousands of armored soldiers rushed in, fighting with Song Shizhong's men. The fierce fighting sound was accompanied by a bloody red line splashing.

Song Shizhong's gloomy and terrible face: He clearly arranged a large number of troops outside the palace, how could so many soldiers rush in ...

"Punch!" A figure suddenly flew over and hit Song Shizhong's feet heavily. Song Shizhong looked down and saw that Song Shiren was lying on the ground, his face pale and bloodless, his eyes closed tightly, I don't know if it was dead or alive, Horizontally and vertically covered with scars, bright red blood overflowed the wound, stained with moon-white uniforms ...

"Song Shizhong, all the 50,000 horses you rebelled against have already been defeated. The leader Song Shiren has been captured alive. You can't reverse any situation. Obediently, just grab your hands and catch!" The cold command of the King of Zhennan seemed to be heard in his ears.

Song Shizhong's eyes were stern, and the great cause they planned had just begun, would they fail?No, they have not failed yet, they still have a chance to succeed!

With a cold eyesight, Song Shizhong pulled out his sword at the waist and showed no mercy towards the Southern King of Zhenzhen: the emperor was seriously injured and the prince was seriously injured. There was only one stumbling block left for the entire southern Xinjiang royal family, as long as except him, Southern Xinjiang No one in the royal family can compete with them, and they can justify the king of Fu Rui as the emperor ...

The sharp sword is getting closer and closer, and it is about to pierce the king of Zhennan. The corner of the mouth of the king of Zhennan has a cold smile: He has the heart to let them live a life, they are not dead, and they are stubborn. Hugh blamed him for being cruel ...

When the wrist turned, the sword in his hand came out, bringing up a cold and cold man, and mercilessly greeted Song Shizhong's sword ...

Aftermath of the wind, leaves drifting, cold flashes, light and shadow!

Song Shizhong, the sword in the hands of the King of Zhennan met in mid-air, radiating a dazzling light, and the sharp sword gas caused people's cheeks to hurt, and the quick moves were dazzling!

Murong Xue couldn't help but secretly admire, she thought that Gong Qianyu and Gong Qianze's martial arts were already high enough. Unexpectedly, Song Shizhong and Zhennan Wang's martial arts were two chips higher than them. Famous martial arts in southern Xinjiang, martial arts extraordinary ...

"Are you okay!" Qing Yue's voice rang in his ears, Murong Xue suddenly looked back, and looked up at Ouyang Shaochen's deep eyes, and the dark pupils clearly reflected her figure.

Murongxue's eyes flashed unnaturally: "Fortunately ... how do you know I'm in the palace?"

"No traces are by your side!" Shaochen Ouyang's voice was soft.

Murong Xue blinked his eyes, okay, Wuhen is the Dark Guard of the Happy King's Mansion. There is a special contact method between him and the Dark Guards. He can always determine his position ...

Speaking of Wuhen, Murongxue suddenly remembered that he was seriously injured by Song Shizhong and quickly looked up. He saw Wuhen sitting on the ground, his eyes closed slightly, and his power was adjusted, two Xiaoyao Wangfu secret guards, one left The right guard is beside him.

Murongxue was relieved secretly, Wuhen had taken the wound medicine, and soon he would be safe. He looked sideways at Gong Qianyu. He saw that he was leaning against the wall, coughing gently, and his face was pale and bloodless. Slowly flowing in the corner of the mouth ...

He's ... suffered a severe internal injury!

Murongxue's eyes were fixed, and he was about to step forward and heal him. A Xiaoyao Wangfu secret guard stepped forward and handed him a pill. medicine……

After taking this pill, Gong Qianyu's internal injury was almost good, and she didn't need her to apply the needle ...

Murong Xue blinked his eyes and looked back at the battlefield. He saw that a rebellious soldier was beheaded, and a corpse fell outside the Yushu study, forming a hill, and the thick bloody smell spread quickly in the air ...