Chapter 1133: My Gentle Tyrant (15)

Ji Rong opened the door and came in.
As soon as he stepped in, his footsteps paused, his brows frowned almost imperceptibly, and Laifu who followed him cautiously asked: "Your Majesty?"
Ji Rong raised his hand slightly.
The voice is extremely indifferent.
"Go down."
Laifu didn't doubt that he was there, and left with a twist of his waist, "The minion retired."
Ji Rong raised his eyes, glanced around the room a few times, and finally fixed his eyes on a certain place.
His eyes are dark.
The corners of Yin Hong's lips pulled out a mocking arc.
Ji Rong picked up the long sword hanging on the shelf, squeezed his hands, and walked slowly towards the screen.
Few people know.
Ji Rong, the emperor of the Ji dynasty, has a masterful martial arts, in addition to being full of economics. It was supposed to be a generation of wise monarchs with amazing talents, but I don't know why he became like this.
Obviously, the prince Yuan Xian, who was only fourteen or five years old, was such a handsome young man, not a generation of tyrants who are now frightening.
...
Fu Yue hiding behind the screen.
She silently glanced at the assassin behind her, and then noticed Ji Rong who was getting closer.
"..."
A suffocation.
Things seem big.
She originally wanted to scare Ji Rong, so she hid behind the screen, preparing to have a lover's love with him.
As a result, an assassin came in halfway through.
Hiding behind a screen with her!
Fu Yue had an ominous premonition.
Would Ji Rong think they were accomplices who came to conspiracy to assassinate him?
"Prickly" sounded.
The delicate screen was split by a sword.
Fu Yue and the assassin both hid back, and the screen broke into two halves between them and collapsed suddenly.
Fu Yue quickly covered her face with her eyes and hands.
Ji Rong also saw clearly the two people standing behind the screen.
One in the eunuch's clothes...and another in black.
Ji Rong's attention was attracted by the little eunuch, and his gaze swept over her twice, with an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
He frowned slightly.
"Let go of your hand."
Hearing this, Fu Yue's hands covering her face tightened a little bit, and she even quietly moved back.
This is a posture of bullying.
At this time, the black assassin came in handy. Without a word, he raised the black scimitar in his hand and rushed towards Ji Rong.
It went down, fierce and ruthless.
If it wasn't for the wrong occasion, Fu Yue was so handsome that he wanted to whistle.
Ji Rong reacted extremely quickly and raised his sword to block.
The swords collided and sparks were flying everywhere.
Ji Rong's dark eyes stared at him, twitching the corners of his lips: "You are looking for death."
Yu Li said nothing.
Raised the knife again and slashed towards Ji Rong.
The two of them fought for a while, and the master made a move. In the shadow of the sword, they could hardly see their movements.
The expression in Yu Li's eyes was slightly surprised.
He didn't expect this emperor's Kung Fu to be so good.
Fu Yue glanced at these two people, and at a glance he could tell that Ji Rong would not suffer, and this person even had the upper hand.
She tried to drive away with oil on the soles of her feet.
Turn around and flee.
Ji Rong noticed Fu Yue, when she turned around and ran out desperately, looking at this familiar figure from back, he recognized who the little came from.
"Qin, Chu."
Word by word.
Ji Rong's eyes narrowed, and said gloomily: "You stop me!"
When fighting against this assassin, he can still be distracted and notice Fu Yue's situation, and I have to say that Ji Rong is awesome.