Chapter 164: Meet the enemy

Chapter 164: Lovers Meet
"Hey!" The violent explosion rang out, and countless debris was shot. A large group of black people were blown to the ground.
Murong Xue looks at the opportunity, the tip of the toe is light, the slender figure is like the arrow of the string, and jumps quickly: there are countless black deaths, I don’t know when it will be killed, she is injured again. , too lazy to waste time here!
The slain was called out by Qin Yuyan, let the three of them slowly kill, it is dead or alive, watching their own luck...
"Snow!" Night smudges gaze at the micro-coagulation, they must get up and chase Rong Rong, do not want to, a large group of dead soldiers flocked, surrounded him, he can only watch Murong Xue go further and further...
The yard was blown out of a large pit, and the black sergeant died and injured nearly a hundred. The thick gunpowder smell lingered around the nose. Qin Lan slightly squinted: "What is Murong Xue just throwing?"
"I don't know!" Nighty Dust gently shook his head, and between the electric and the Flint, he only saw that it was a small black projectile. So small things, there is such a strong lethality, it is amazing, like Murong. Snow, every time I saw her, I could surprise him unexpectedly...
Qin Lan gently raised his eyebrows and smelled like gunpowder. Can gunpowder not be powder? Still need the fire line to guide, Murong Xue can let it automatically explode, it is incredible...
"Brushing brush!" The black sergeants armed with long swords, madly smashed!
The night smog sharp eyes slightly picked up: "There are more and more black warriors. If you keep killing, don't kill when, let's leave first, and then send people to destroy them later!"
"Good!" Qin Hao nodded, suddenly turned and pulled out the long sword on Qin Yuyan's shoulder: the yard was dead and wounded, the room was full of minced meat, surrounded by smell, it was stinking, very unpleasant, he had long been I don't want to stay here.
Qin Yuyan’s ‘噗’ spit out a blood, his face pale and bloodless, soft squatting on the back of the Qin dynasty, his eyes gradually fading...
The night smog bombs commanded a strong internal force, and all the dead men were knocked down. They jumped to the high wall, and the strong internal forces continued to suppress the dead. The Qin dynasty rushed out of the house with Qin Yuyan and gently fell on the house. On the ground outside the courtyard.
"Jade smoke is very heavy, you take her back to Jing Wangfu to cure the wound." Night dust fell to the ground, faintly dropped this sentence, turned around and strode forward.
Qin Xiao’s incomprehensible Emei: "Jing Wang, where are you going?"
"There is a need for urgent things to deal with." The night of the dust does not return to answer, stalking forward.
Looking at the figure that he gradually walked away, Qin Yu’s mouth curved a beautiful arc: the night of the dust, mainly concentrated in the Jing Wangfu and the military camp, now the sky is so late, the gates are closed, he can’t return to the barracks, Is there anything so anxious to deal with?
"Emperor sister, you said that this future emperor brother, will you go to find Murong Xue?" Just now, Ye Yichen cares about Murong Xue, but he is all in his eyes.
She suffered such a heavy injury, Yi Chen did not comfort her, did not take her to see a doctor, but went to see Murong Xue, really hateful!
Qin Yuyan was angry and screamed, and spit out a blood, and the chest swelled with sharp pain. Her eyes were black, and her heart was unwilling to faint. The clothes on her chest were stained with blood by a large piece...
Looking at her wounds, the scorpion of the Qin dynasty flashed a touch of meaning. If the sword was a little bit more, the emperor would be dead. It seems that Murong Snow threw the sword. When I was preparing for the life of the emperor, it was really embarrassing and poisonous!
It is very similar to his work for people!
As the night fades, Murong Xue walks alone on the empty street, and the slight footsteps travel far and far in the silent night...
The wound in the left arm was hot and burning, and the blood flowed out of the room. The half of the sleeves were dyed red, and the smell lingered around the nose. Murong Xue frowned. The strength of the monster is really small, if she is not hiding fast. Most of the arms will be cut down by him...
A few unspeakable winds rang, and a purple figure descended from the sky and gently fell in front of her: "Snow!"
Murong Xue glanced at him and quickly stepped back a few steps. He opened the distance with him: "What are you doing?"
Looking at her alert eyes, the night's deep eyes were slightly dim, holding a light blue porcelain bottle and handing it to her: "You have an injured arm, I am going to give you medicine."
The porcelain bottle is as delicate as jade. If there is a medicinal scent that overflows the bottle, it is very good. At first glance, it is the best medicine.
Murong Xue was unmoved, cold and cold: "Thank you for the good intentions of Jing Wang, the town of Houfu has a lot of wound medicine, and it will not bother you." Killed out, but also unharmed, really worthy of the Qingyan God of War.
"There are more wound medicines in the town of Hou, and it is your own. This bottle is the heart of the king." The night is low and the dust is shining with a little sincerity.
Murong Xue disdain and laughed: "Night and dust, we have nothing to do with each other, I will not accept you anything, your mind should go to Qin Yuyan."
At the end of the night, the dusty glint flashed a complex look, sinking his eyes and not speaking.
"It's not early, I will go first, Jing Wangye please take it easy." Murong Xue said coldly, walking quickly and walking away, and in the moment he walked over the night, he suddenly reached out and grabbed her arm: "Snow..."
"Let's let go!" Murong Xue looked cold and waved to the night.
The night dust reached out and grabbed her wrist, and the deep eyes flashed: "Sher, can we sit down and talk?"
"Jing dynasty, you have not liked me, I have not liked you, and the marriage contract with us has been completely lifted. Today, we are strangers who know each other. What else is it to talk about?" Murong Xue said coldly. Suddenly, he lifted his foot and slammed into the dust at night. He grabbed it too tightly. She couldn't break open and could only slap him.
The night dust quickly sideways, Murong Xue kicked a foot, and the slim body fell straight to the ground...
"Be careful!" Nighty Dust reached out and grabbed the small waist of Murong Xue, helped her up, and became familiar with the figure. He looked up and looked over...
Murong Xue stood firm, angry and anxious, slap the arm of the night dust: "Hands open!"
At night, the dust was motionless, and the sharp eyes were looking straight ahead.
Murong Xue looked down at his gaze, only to see a slender figure standing in front of the big tree, handsome face, Tsinghua noble posture, it is a happy Wang Shizi Ouyang Shaohao!
The update is over... the good ecstasy of Cavanka...
(End of this chapter)