Lord, return your seed

Seeing Xia Yihan sitting on the ground in a daze, the guards in black looked at each other and immediately understood each other.

Although their leader, Shang Yang, is dead, this task still needs to be completed, and whoever makes a contribution may be the next leader of the imperial guards.But if they don't finish it, they all have to die.

Thinking of this, one of the guards hurriedly said: "You guys are here to protect the prince, you follow me."

After finishing speaking, the group of people immediately divided into two groups and acted separately.

Seeing the dozen or so guards chasing in Hu Linger's direction, Xia Yihan realized this, stood up and shouted: "Don't chase, come back quickly!"

Hu Ling'er was injured, and it was still unknown whether he could deal with them.

But these people still didn't stop, Xia Yihan frowned, and wanted to catch up, but was surrounded by the people left behind.

"My lord, your eyes are inconvenient. That thief's methods are very aggressive. You should stay here." A sarcastic voice sounded.

Xia Yihan paused, turned his head and scanned the crowd for him.

Although he couldn't see it, he still felt something strange in the atmosphere.

He seemed to understand something...

The corner of Xia Yihan's mouth curled up, and Xia Yihan smiled brilliantly: "That's right, I can't help much if I go."

Suppressing the worry in his heart, Xia Yihan restrained his breath and let himself relax.

Seeing him lazily leaning against the tree pole with a harmless look, the guards winked at each other, and then quietly approached him with their weapons in hand.

The few people got closer and closer, but Xia Yihan still didn't realize it. Seeing that he had entered the effective attack distance, one of the men in black raised his hand slightly, and as long as he gave an order, all the swords would stab together.

At this critical moment, Xia Yihan turned around and swept out with a long whip in his hand.

Everyone only felt a burst of purple cold wind sweeping towards them, and they were thrown out in the next second.

Looking up, the next second, he was shocked.

However, Xia Yihan, who was holding a purple whip in his hand, was shrouded in a blue-purple light, his lowered head was slowly raised, and a deep chill oozes from his coquettish smile.

"Ice Soul!" Someone shouted, but before everyone could react, time stopped at this moment.

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Hu Ling'er covered the wound on her shoulder, and quickly ran towards the depths of the dense forest.

She chose to run in places with no roads, just to get rid of those tails behind her.

But as more and more blood flowed from the wound, her strength was gradually losing, and her footsteps became slower and slower, while the footsteps behind her got closer and closer.

She knew that it would be very difficult for her to deal with these well-trained guards without hidden weapons, not to mention that now that her shoulder was seriously injured, she had to outsmart her if she wanted to break out .

But now her mind is upset, her mind is blank, and she can't think of anything except running.

At this moment, the dense trees around him suddenly disappeared, and the field of vision widened. Hu Linger's heart was shocked, and her steps stopped.

Looking at the dark front, there turned out to be a cliff.

Turning around, a dozen black-clothed guards had already chased him, and a sense of despair suddenly emerged.

Is she going to confess here today?

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