Chapter 212: Epilepsy

Chapter 212 Epilepsy
She came to Jingwangfu to test the secret guardian of Jingwangfu. Therefore, she would directly faint the Jingwang prince and lead the squadrons to shoot!
The martial arts of the dark guards are high-strength, but the faintness is inferior to that of the Xiaowang Wangfu. They have nothing to do with it. There is nothing strange about it, and the mysterious defenders who are invincible in the Xie’s remarks will never be theirs. !
"It seems that Jing Lao Wang Ye did not control the shadow guard!" Murong Xue blinked and looked up at Ouyang Shaohao: "Let's go!"
"Good!" Ouyang Shaohao nodded, holding Murong Xue's little hand and slowly moving forward.
The black man in the fight glanced at him and waved a white ball. The explosion of ‘砰’ opened, and the thick white smoke instantly filled the eyes of everyone...
The Jingweifu Guards quickly waved their hands and smoked, and saw the emptyness in the encirclement. They disappeared from the shadows of the four black men...
The night stalked and walked over, looking at a messy road, and the unconscious Jing Lao Wang, his face was gloomy and terrible: "What is going on?"
A dark guard came forward and said: "Go back to the prince, someone is sneaking into the palace, intending to stab the old lord..."
Night Yiguang squinted: "How is the father's injury?"
"Back to the prince, the old prince is only in the best sweat medicine, no big problem, rest for one night, it will be fine. The secret guard carefully looked at the Jing Wang, and echoed back.
"That's good!" The night dust was dark and sighed, and the sharp eyes narrowed up slightly: If they really want to assassinate their father, they can use poison directly. Why use only a negligible sweat medicine? Things are definitely not as simple as they seem...
The oriental sky reveals the white belly, and Murong Xue blew the cool breeze. He walked slowly on the street and whispered: "The generals of Lu, the generals of the army, the princes of Jing Lao did not control the shadow guards, and none of the soldiers in the army. It’s suddenly awesome, and the official has entered the ranks. It seems that the tokens did not fall in the hands of any of them...

She has never seen a token, she does not know whether it is long, wide, round, or flat. I don't know if it is wood, iron, porcelain, or jade, and I don't know where it went. Want to find it, such as a needle in a haystack...
Looking at her bitter face, Ouyang Shaohao flashed a touch of laughter, faintly said: "The tokens are not easy to find, you can try to find the shadow guards, as long as you find them, you can know what the tokens are. ?"
"You said that the lightness, the blue flame country is so big, there are so many people, where do I go to find the shadow guard?" Murong Xue gave him a look, but sighed.
"The shadow guard is cultivated by your father. It is very loyal to your father. Even if your father passed away, they should not be too far away from your father..." Ouyang Shaohao said faintly, his eyes were deep and pondlike.
Murong Xue glanced a glimpse: "What do you mean, are the shadow guards in the capital, or near the capital?"
"It is very possible!" Ouyang Shaohao nodded gently.
Murong Xue’s eyes lit up and instantly darkened, and the dejected voice said:
There are at least tens of thousands of people coming and going every day in Beijing. It’s not easy to find such a mysterious group of shadow guards in so many people...

Ouyang Shaohao Shen Shen for a moment, faintly said: "The shadow guards are cultivated by special methods. Even if they are hidden in the crowd, their breathing and movements will be different from ordinary people. It is not particularly difficult to find them..."
"What do you mean by letting the sacred guards of the sacred princes help find people?" Murong Xue looked at Ouyang Shaohao with a glance: the Guardians of the Happy Kings were also specially trained, and the fans of Murong Yue. They have the same kind of similarity, and their perception of the same kind is definitely sharper than ordinary people. Let them find the shadow guards, it is definitely twice the result with half the effort...
"Yeah!" Ouyang Shaohao nodded, the little girl was too stupid, and there were few people available in his hand. He had to help out...

Thank you!
Murong Xue smiled and bent, and hugged the neck of Ouyang Shaohao, picked up his toes and printed a light kiss on his thin lips.
The touch of Yingrun was uploaded from the lips. Ouyang’s deep eyes were dark and smoky. She saw her kiss and was ready to leave. She stretched her arms and took her small waist and hugged her in her arms. The thin lips fell back on her pink lips, lightly opening the pet of her lips and teeth, chasing and chasing in the charm of the fresh breath.
A touch of ink and bamboo swept through every part of her lips, enthusiasm, gentle and erosive.
Looking at the handsome face of Ouyang Shaohao, who is close at hand, Murong Xue opened his eyes in surprise: This is how is this going? She is just too happy, simply want to share her happy and happy with Ouyang Shaohao, how can it become like this...
Murong Xue’s eyes are ignorant, and there is a little bit of water in the faint, fascinating and fascinating. Ouyang Shaohao’s twilight is deep and inky, and her arms are hugged with her. I don’t know if I have deepened this. kiss……
Murong Xue’s lungs are getting less and less air, his mind is dizzy, he wants to suffocate, and the light breathing becomes a rapid gasp...
"Ah..." A painful mourning rang through the air, and Murong Xue was sober, and suddenly pushed the Ouyang Shaohao, the lips and hemp, and there was no sense of consciousness. She didn't need to look in the mirror. She also knew that the swelling was not light.
On the beautiful little face, there are two unnatural blushes, and the hateful screams to Ouyang Shaohao: "Everyone blames you!"
Looking at her red and swollen lips, the anger of the beautiful, Ouyang Shaohao flashed a touch of laughter, faintly said: "Swelling is not particularly powerful, it will soon disappear..."
Murong Xueyu’s ignited raging anger: she is not talking about this, but... but... they are on the street where people come and go... have people seen wood? The screams were so loud now... No, seeing them intimate, the ancients can be surprised, no need to scream?
Murong Xue looked up and saw a man in a light gray cloth falling on the ground not far away, holding his head in both hands, rolling back and forth, painful mourning, although forcibly suppressed, still echoing in the air, shocking people Heartstring: "Ah...ah...ah..."
"Uncle, what's wrong with you?" Murong Xue walked over and grabbed the man's arm. He saw that the man was about thirty or forty years old, with long beards on his lips and on his chin, and his tough eyes were thick. The thick painful color, the mouth is open, but can't say a complete sentence.
A stream of white foam came out of his mouth, his eyes suddenly whitened, his tall body slammed and trembled fiercely...
Murong Xue’s cold eyes slammed up: he was epilepsy...
(End of this chapter)