The Evil Prince and his Precious Wife: The Sly Lady

'Brush!'Silver lights traversed the air with a strong killing intention, where the sword gas passed, the guards fell one by one to the ground, and the red blood oozed out of the wound, staining the ground ...

Tuobahao's face was iron-green, and Murongxue's martial arts were better than he had imagined. Even if she was injured, the Turkic guards could not catch her ...

With a little toe, Tuoba Hao came to Murong Xue in the blink of an eye, and stab at her with a sword ...

Murongxue showed no signs of weakness and waved his sword to meet Tuobahao's long sword. The two of them fought again, and the fierce weapon exchange was deafening ...

'Swoosh!'The slight windbreak sounded, and hundreds of Turkic guards came to reinforce.

Murong Xue narrowed her eyes slightly. This is the Turkic Royal City. The Turkic guards will be more and more, and she, just alone, will fight like this again.

Suddenly lifted his foot to kick on Tuobahao's chest, kicked him out four or five meters away, and hit the Turkic guards who rushed to the front.

Murongxue took the opportunity to leap up and flew towards the distance ...

Looking at her figure flying fast away, Tuoba Hao's eyes were crimson, and he ordered sharply: "Hurry up, don't let her run away."

"Yes!" The guards took their orders, climbed up quickly, and flew to chase Rong Xue ...

Murong Xue urged Qinggong to the extreme, like the wind, flying fast forward, all the guards who were chasing him were left behind by her, and they were farther and farther away from her.

I don't know how long after that, Murongxue felt quiet all around, and there was no tracer behind her. She let out a long sigh of relief and fell to the ground lightly: Finally she threw away the Turkic guards ...

Suddenly there was a needle-like pain in the chest. Murongxue reached out and covered his chest. She was hurt by Tuoba Hao in the middle of the maze, and she hadn't had time for treatment ...

Reaching out and taking out a few silver needles from the sleeve of the sleeve, Murong Xue simply plunged into the acupuncture point near her heart mouth: she had no medicine around her, and she could only use the silver needle to cure the injury ...

With the entry of a silver needle, the pain in Murongxue's chest gradually disappeared, and a warm stream slowly rose in the heart, Murongxue breathed a long sigh of relief: Damn Tuobahao, use ten successful forces She was spitting blood in order to use her blood to start the teleportation array on the altar. It was really abominable. She will never belittle him when she sees him next time.

There was a rustling sound, and a slight sound rang out not far away. Murongxue looked up and saw a cute little boy in Yuxue sitting in the tall grass, holding dozens of green grass ... bite……

Someone is chewing the grass, she read right!

Murong Xue blinked hard, and saw that the little boy was still sitting in the grass, hugging the grass ...

The little boy wore a light blue robe, Moyun boots on his feet, and a red gold collar on his neck. His white and tender little hands were chubby, and his cute little face was fat and chubby, but his face was slightly yellowish. I haven't eaten for several meals.

His eyes were watery, but his small face was bitter, holding the grass and biting his scalp.

This little boy is obviously a child of a rich family, how could he eat grass here?

Murongxue was puzzled and walked forward slowly, took out a paper bag from the sleeve of his shirt and handed it to the little boy.

There were only three pieces of red cake left in the oil paper bag, which she put in during the morning meal. It was already cold and had no heat, but its golden color indicated that it was a fine snack.

The little boy saw the red crisp cake and gnawed at the grass suddenly. He looked up at Murong Xue little by little. His dark eyes were full of confusion, and apparently he hadn't reacted to it yet.

Murong Xue smiled and smiled: "This is for you, if you like it, eat it."

The little boy's dark eyes sparkled instantly, took over the red pastry, and stuffed it into his mouth. In an instant, the sweetness of the pastry spread in his mouth, and the little boy's eyes were red, and he flew into Murongxue's arms. , Wow, crying.

"What's wrong?" Murong Xue was unclear, so he patted the little boy's back gently and comforted.

"The pastry you gave is so delicious." The little boy cried miserably: "I have been hungry all day and night ..." There is really no way to be hungry, so I will learn to eat grass and eat hunger ...

"What's going on?" Murong Xue gently wiped the tears on the little boy's face with Sipa, puzzled: Judging from the clothes and accessories on the little boy's body, he should be favored at home, how could he be reduced to No food ...

"I came out to ride a horse and got lost." The little boy said in a whisper.

Murong Xue: "..."

"You don't have a bodyguard next to you, little fellow?" The little boy is very young. If he travels, he will be followed by the guard next to him.

"Follow, but we broke up accidentally!" Said the little boy crying.

Murong Xue: "..."

The grassland is very large, and the grass on the grassland is also somewhat high. If you are not careful when riding, you may indeed be lost.

"What about your horse?" Murongxue looked around and saw nothing around him, but no trace of half a horse.

"Running! It's a little pony that has just been brought in. It's not listening to me. I'm weak. I didn't hold it for a while, and it ran away." The little boy said sadly.

Murong Xue: "..."

Okay, the little boy is too small, not as tall as a foal, and can't hold the horse. It's normal.

"Do you know the way home?"

"I don't know." The little boy shook his head. He only remembered that when he was out of the house, the little pony was carrying him and running all the time, running, running, and came here, the little pony was too fast , He doesn't remember exactly which way it ran ...

Murong Xue: "..."

She should not expect a few-year-old child to remember the way.

"What's your name?" Murong Xue looked at the little boy and asked softly: The little boy didn't remember where he lived. She had to send him back, and she had to know some basic information about him ...

"Ali," the little boy said softly.

"How old is it?" Murong Xue asked again.

"Six years old!" The little boy whispered milkyly.

"Who is your father?" Murong Xue asked.

"Husband!" Said the little boy with a smile on his face, and Murong Xue was too late to wonder. The name was so weird. The little boy said again: "My mother often calls me my father!"

Murong Xue: "..."

She should not expect a six-year-old child to remember her father's name accurately.

"What's your mother's name?"

"Ma'am, my dad often calls her that." The little boy's brows smiled, as if proud of remembering the name.

Murong Xue had no choice but to care forehead. A six-year-old child who didn't know her father's name should not expect him to remember his mother's name, but she had to know who his parents were if she wanted to send him home.

"Then have you heard, what do other people call your father?"

The little boy thought about it seriously and said, "General, there are a few uncles who often call me my father like this."