The Evil Prince and his Precious Wife: The Sly Lady

Murong Xuedun stepped down and turned to Tuobahan: "What's the matter?"

"They leave, you stay!" Tuoba Han looked at Murong Xue momentarily, his dark eyes flashing darkly.

Murong Xueliang ’s bright face turned black instantly, and she knew that Tuobahan ’s snake disease would turn his spear towards her after removing his biggest enemy as king, and she should not expect Tuobahan to change. Becoming a comrade-in-arms, will look at the fact that they once united the front, so that they can safely return to Qingyan ...

"Tuobahan, my eyes are not so easy to dig." Murongxue said one word, the cold voice heard Tuobahan stunned, his eyes flashed a strange look.

Xunfeng, Wuhen is a hand outstretching his forehead, a speechless look at the sky, and then he looks like hesitant to talk, but he still wants to talk, but Murongxue looks puzzled: "What's wrong? Am I wrong?"

Xun Feng, Wuhen didn't speak, and the eyes for help looked to Ouyang Shaochen: Tuobahan left the imperial concubine, they all heard it, but they were not fit to speak out, and Shiko explained to the imperial concubine.

Ouyang Shaochen looked at Murong Xue, and a look of helplessness flashed in her obsidian eyes: she was still the same as before, stupidly unable to understand the meaning of others' love, but that was fine ...

Ouyang Shaochen clenched Murongxue's little hand and gently shook his head: "No, you didn't say anything wrong."

Looking up at Tuobahan, he said coldly: "Master Han, it is not good to revenge."

"This King doesn't care!" Tuobahan's eyes are cold: Turks always pay attention to natural selection, whether men or women, as long as they have the ability and courage, they can pursue whatever they want by any means ...

Tuobahan gently waved his hands, and thousands of Turkic soldiers hurled to Ouyang Shaochen, Murongxue, and surrounded them heavily, with the arrows of the feather arrows in their hands.

Tuobahan's icy threatening voice slowly sounded outside the guards group: "Ouyang Shaochen, this king will give you a scent of incense, you carefully consider whether you go, Murong Xue stays, or, you die, Murong Snow stays ... "

"I don't have to wait so long, I can choose now!" Shao Chen Ouyang interrupted his words with carelessness, stretched his arms around Murongxue's waist, and said in a word: "We and Xueer Go together!"

Tuobahan's eyes flashed a haze, and his sharp eyes were like arrows. He passed through heavy guards and shot at Ouyang Shaochen: "Since that is the case, then blame the king for being welcome! Start!"

"Yes!" The Turkic soldiers led the order. The dense black feather arrows were like raindrops, and they showed mercilessly towards Ouyang Shaochen and Murongxue shot over.

The corner of Ouyang Shaochen's mouth curled up with a scornful smile, the hand under his sleeve moved slightly, and a strong wind spread in all directions, and the feather arrows near him were all twisted into fragments ...

The Turkic soldiers shook their eyes with a deep shock. After taking the feathers and arrows behind them, they would have to bow again and wind them. I did n’t want to. The majestic wind instantly came in front of them, and they crossed their necks, hearts, and The blood line splashed, and a Turkic soldier fell to the ground ...

Tuobahan stood on a protruding boulder and saw that the Turkic soldiers didn't even touch the corner of Shaochen Ouyang's clothes. He was hit by him and fell to the ground ...

The soldiers fell down one by one, but within a few breathing hours, 100,000 soldiers were nearly dead and wounded, and Tuobahan's complexion was gloomy again: Ouyang Shaochen's martial arts were dead, even though there were thousands of troops With him, these tens of thousands of soldiers are less likely to kill him ...

Turning his wrist, Tuobahan took out the "Holy" sword. The sapphire on the hilt shone brightly under the golden sunlight, forming a red flame on the corners of the word "Holy". The gesture of ruining everything, sprayed viciously towards Ouyang Shaochen ...