Chapter 766: Hey, you fall off the cliff

Chapter 766, you fall off the cliff
"Hey!" The fireballs exploded in the prince's house, and all the guards who came to block them were blown up. The thick smoke filled the air, the guards died and wounded, and Murong Xue held the fence. Go over the fallen guards and fly toward the front...
Tuo Haohao also fell to the ground, the whole body was burning and burning, looking at the figure of the two people quickly going away, he looked pale, Murong Xue actually ran, ran out of the prince's house, really hateful: "chasing, chasing... grab Living with them, the prince has a lot of rewards!"
"Yes!" The guards who were slightly injured were killed and chased in the direction of Murong Xue's disappearance.
After standing on the rockery, Tuohan Han was very beautiful, and his clothes were neat and tidy. The violent fire and thunder explosion just happened, and he did not touch him at all.
A glance at the Manchugou gully of the prince's house, a mess of his place, his mouth curled up with a touch of lightness and contempt, and did not look at Tuo Haohao, his body shape, the tall body flew away in the distance...
The time is still early, there are almost no pedestrians on the street, Murong Xue holding a small fence, unimpeded flying out of Wangcheng, facing the breeze, quickly swept southeast.
The whistling wind blew from the ear, and the scenery on both sides quickly reversed backwards. The two did not realize that they came to a piece of cliff, the side of the cliff was a steep mountain wall, and the deep bottom of the cliff was not at the end...
Murong Xue stunned and held down the fence. On the map of Zhang Wang’s Zhang Wangcheng, it was clearly marked that the southeast side of Wangcheng was all grassland, and the grassland was a smooth and hidden path. She came in this direction, is preparing to go back to Qingyan through the path, how can she meet the cliff...
Murong Xue couldn't understand it. He took out a piece of parchment from the purse, looked at the topography recorded above, and looked at the bottomless cliff. The beautiful eyebrows wrinkled tightly.
The map on the parchment is the map of Wangcheng. This place is also within the scope of Wangcheng. However, this cliff is not marked. It is the Turkic guards who are not lazy, or do they think that this cliff is known to everyone, and no need to mark it. ......
"She is in front, fast... grab her, don't let her run..." The rapid footsteps came from far away with fierce snoring.
Xiao Ai's dark eyes blinked in an instant: "Sister, the guards of the Prince's House are chasing." Soon after they arrived here, the guards came, and the speed was really fast.
"It's okay, we're not afraid of them." Murong Xue smiled slightly and licked the small head of Ai Fen, reaching out to pull the cyan rattan growing alongside it, making a long, thick vine. Rope, slamming against the cliff.
Opposite the cliff is also a cliff. It is more than 20 meters away from the cliff where Murong Snow is located. It can't fly without the light. However, the cliff is lower than the cliff of Murong Snow Station. They can follow the cane and jump to the opposite cliff. On, open the guards of the Prince's House...
'Snapped! 'Cyan rattan hangs firmly on the opposite cliff. Murong Xue slammed it hard, confirming that the vine rope is very strong and will not fall easily. She nodded with satisfaction, and picked up the small fence in one hand and took it out in one hand. A silky coat hangs on the vine and slides over the opposite cliff...
When the guards ran over, Murong Xue had already slipped to the bottom of the blue vine rope, and it was about to fall on the opposite cliff. The extension of the cold and fluttering fell to the front of the guards, and the corner of his mouth bent a strange smile and reached out. After a guard of the sword, I slashed it toward the blue vine rope tied to the cliff...
Just listening to the sound of the 'card', the vine was cut off, Murong Xue was unable to prevent it, and along the broken blue vine rope, it fell straight to the bottomless abyss...
The sound of the whistling wind was blown from the ear, and Murong Xue looked up coldly. I saw that Tuohan Han was standing on the cliff. She looked at her with a condescending look. The sharp scorpion shone with coldness and contempt, as if laughing at her. Not self-reliant...
She is not self-reliant? The famous tyrannical cold lord, come and give her a funeral.
Murong Xue’s wrist turned over, and the blue vine rope in his hand smashed toward the top, and the cyan rattan stroked a beautiful arc in the air, tightly wrapped around the top of the Tuo’s cold ankle, and took him down the cliff. ......
(End of this chapter)