The Evil Prince and his Precious Wife: The Sly Lady

Four or five bodies were laid upside down on the wide street. Eight black men wearing black clothes and black scarves surrounded a young man in the middle and fought fiercely.

The man wore a moon-white robe, and his hair was slightly scattered, his face was beautiful, and he was powerful, and he was Zhao Zhengyin, the king of Zhenbei. Zhao Zhengyin held a long sword in his hand. The silver arc, resisting the fierce tactics of the people in black, with one enemy and eight in every way without falling down ...

"Huh ... The North King of Mobei Town is indeed a strong martial artist, but the brothers were ordered to take the life of the lord, and the lord was asked to take his life!" The eight men in black said coldly, with their swords Going out, bringing up a burst of cold and cold, stab mercilessly towards Zhao Zhengyin ...

Zhao Zhengyin looked gloomy, opened the black people's tricks, and asked coldly: "Who sent you?"

"No comment." The people in black replied in a cold voice, the tricks in their hands became more and more fierce, and Zhao Zhaoyin spurred the key point of Zhao Zhengyin.

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Zhao Zhengyin bent a cold smile at the corner of his mouth, the sword in his hand was suddenly swayed, the sharp and dazzling Han Mang crossed the eyes of the two people, the necks of the two men in black were cut, the blood burst out, the men in black His eyes widened, he thumped, and fell to the ground without breathing ...

The black under the man's neck was also cut, revealing the luxurious tattoo under his collarbone ...

That's ... the mark of Qingyan Xiaoyao's Palace!

Zhao Zhengyin was shocked and opened his eyes to the people in black: "You are the people of the imperial palace!"

"Hehe ... I was discovered by the prince, then the prince would not be able to leave here alive!" The people in black said fiercely, killing Zhao Zhengyin in the air ...

Zhao Zhengyin's face became very ugly, fighting while saying: "Ben Wang and Xiaoyao have no guilt and no hatred, why should he kill this king?"

The man in black has a fierce gaze: "This question, the prince asked the king ..."

"You don't have to ask the king, just ask us." The cold female voice suddenly sounded, interrupting the man in black, Zhao Zhengyin turned his head, and saw a man and a woman coming from the night, the man in white, like Bingru Frost, the poetic and beautiful face makes people unmistakable. The woman wears purple clothes and looks beautiful. The white jade bracelet with golden lights on her wrists makes Zhao Zhengyin look awkwardly: "You are ... Chen, Princess Murong Xue! "

"Yes!" Murong Xue nodded and pulled Ouyang Shaochen to stop at Zhao Zhengyin five meters away: she was just on a whim to watch the lively, unexpectedly Zhao Zhengyin was fighting with the black assassin, the black assassin Their martial arts are extremely high, and Zhao Zhengyin is not bad. She wanted to hide in secret and see who lost and won in the end. Unexpectedly, the black assassin actually claimed to be the man of the imperial palace ...

"Why kill this king?" Zhao Zhengyin looked at Ouyang Shaochen and Murongxue asked coldly.

Murong Xue pouted: "We and the prince have no grievances, how can we send someone to kill the prince ..."

"Then assassins ..."

"It's not the people of our Wangyao Palace at all!" Murongxue took Zhao Zhengyin's words: The dark guards of the Xiaoyao Palace, as many as tens of thousands of people, did not know every one of them, but this time they came to Mobei, they only With Xunfeng, two dark guards without traces, where can twelve or three dark guards assassinate Zhao Zhengyin ...

"But these assassins have the mark of the king's mansion." Zhao Zhengyin said one word, his eyes cold.

Murongxue smiled and said: "It is not the brand that marked the Xiaoyao Palace, it was the people of the Xiaoyao Palace!" Many people know the logo of the Xiaoyao Palace, and many people can draw it. Isn't that too many people in the palace of Xiaoyao who can't count them? Besides, the palace of Xiaoyao has always been kind to the guards and secret guards. How can they brand something on them ...

"Really?" Zhao Zhengyin still doubts.

Murongxue was too lazy to explain to him again, and said with a loud voice: "Xunfeng, Wuhen, come out, let Master Zhenbei look at your collarbone, arm ..."