Wild Malicious Consort: Good For Nothing Ninth Miss

Then he went around to her, grabbed a black man's dagger, pressed the black man's arm with his opposite hand, flipped hard, only listened to a "click”, the black man screamed, then got kicked out.

The stranger turned to see Yanbeicheng with a cloak, and he could say anything in the future. He dragged her directly behind him, holding her tight, and continued to wrestle with the black men.

Strangers had long lost strength and had sweat all over her forehead, but she couldn't help but wipe her eyes. She stared closely at Yan Beicheng and fought the black man, and watched every black man move in case their dog jumped against the wall.

Yanbeicheng soon took care of all the rest of the black men, and the only remaining living creatures were simply self-destructive.

Yanbei city swept the black man lying on the floor with no expression on his face, making sure that he was not alive before walking to the stranger.

At that time, the moon shadow was bright and light at night. Yan Beicheng stood in front of her against the bright moonlight. The broad cloak covered most of his face. Only a pair of dark ink eyes were the clearest. The creepy and unpredictable flurry of eyes made one even have to reduce the courage to persuade people to look at him by a few points.

“Thank you--”

The stranger looked up for a moment and removed her gaze, her lips whispered slightly, her eyes slightly burst with gratitude, and if she had any feelings, she had not even noticed.

Yanbeicheng replied, her dark ink eyes rested on her bloody arm, the sword brow slightly wrinkled, lifted a square towel out of her sleeve, and lifted the injured right hand of the stranger.

Strangers shock, subconsciously wanting to retract their hands.

“Don't move.” Low magnetism but no emotional sound sounded, Yan Beicheng pulled her hand back, wrapped the square towel around her palm, the original bloody palm, suddenly wrapped in a pad.

However, a few traces of blood still penetrate the gauze.

The stranger looked at the square scarf in his hand and stunned. When he lifted his eyes, he clearly caught the peak of his slightly wrinkled eyebrows, and his eyes filled with some confusion.

“You should have run out of the last golden sores pill, this time you should have used this.” Yan Beicheng took a small bottle from his sleeve and handed it over.

The stranger looked down at his hand passing the tiny porcelain bottle, something seemed to be born quietly on the bottom of her heart, Pingnan so small that she didn't notice anything.

Half a mile later, she picked up the bottle and gently rubbed her lips. Finally, she said, "Anyway, about today, and this bottle, I really appreciate it. ”

Instead of asking about his identity or guessing his intentions, she simply thanked Yanbeicheng for the simplicity of the matter.

“No need.” Yan Beicheng staggered her eyes, her voice was low magnetic calm, “Someone will be here soon, I won't be able to stay any longer, so I'll go first. ”

The stranger frowned softly. Before she finished her sentence, she heard the slight footsteps coming from afar, and she couldn't help but look.

After listening to the footsteps, there should be a large group of people and horses. By the time the stranger had flown back to God, the figure of Yan Beicheng had disappeared, and her eyes had turned a little faint.

So timely, it seems that her speculation is not wrong.

Soon after, Yuwang Yancheng himself brought a team of people to the house and hurried into the house. Outside the house, he had been surrounded by water leakage.

Yan Mo Li and Yan Xuan actually followed at this time.

The flowers on the stranger can still be carefully measured in the future. Yan Beicheng walked to her in a hurry and squeezed her thin shoulder tightly with her hands. "Princess, are you all right? Are you hurt? ”

Live off the look of a good husband worried about his wife.

The eyes of Yan Xuan Xuan, who came in behind him, were also filled with worries. The palm had grown out of control and lifted a few points, but when he saw the hands of Yan Beicheng, a certain amount of pain appeared in his eyes, and the lifted hands fell again.

However, his worried eyes fell uncontrollably on strangers.

The stranger seemed to notice his gaze, his eyes gently toward his mandible, but he suddenly retracted his gaze and looked at Yan Beicheng, “An assassin came in, and now he's killed as many as he can. ”

After a pause, she seemed to think of something, her eyes changed, “Where are Qin Lin Qinya and them? Any searches from the guards in the house? ”

“The princess has nothing to worry about.” Silence for a long time, Yan Ink Li, this is just a step forward, eyes light and dark, “has been searched everywhere in the courtyard, many of the servants have been locked in the ear room, now it is all right. ”

The stranger did not speak, he swept Yan Ink in silence, he wanted to see what was in his eyes, and finally only glanced at a dark and dark spot, he could not see the emotions at all.

Thus, she turned her eyes, her voice distracted from the desolation, “This was a matter in my royal palace. Now I'm really shocked at His Royal Highness 3 and His Highness 13. Seriously, I shouldn't have. The rest is enough for His Majesty. You two should go back and rest. ”

Yanbeicheng looked at the flowers on the side of the stranger, and the dark color of his eyes flowed, but he looked at her with confusion and seemed to say something.

The stranger busily lifted his hand and grabbed it gently. Yan Beicheng didn't move.

However, after this move, the wound on the back of her hand was still painful, but she didn't even look at her eyebrows and didn't realize it.

However, she did not know that Yan Beicheng's gaze swept quietly over her covered gauze and her eyes quickly passed a few dark lights.

The stranger looked calmly at Yan Ink Li and seemed to be waiting for his answer. In fact, he observed his words and actions without moving his voice.

I thought Yan Mo Li would probably stay, but I didn't think that he nodded. He looked like an old man. “Since it was the family business of the Nine Queens and the Queen, the palace didn't do much interfering. The Emperor handled it on his own. ”

He turned around and looked at Yan Xuan next to him. "Let's go, Brother Jiu. ”

Yan Xuan suddenly looked back. He pressed down all the worries in his eyes and nodded with a slight smile until he left. He still couldn't help but snuggle over the flowers on the stranger.

The flowers on the stranger were clearly passed. He didn't look so good tonight. He must have rushed in today and got cold.

The thirteenth prince, really weak, came out so anxious to see her safety, which raised her heart a little pity.

Yanbeicheng pulled the face of the stranger and said with childish anger: “Everyone's gone, what are you looking at? ”

After a pause, he couldn't help but whisper, “Isn't that just a good look? ”

The stranger could not help but pass a smile in his indifferent eyes, but his face was deliberately cold and his hands lay down, “Yan Beicheng, stop messing around. ”