Fast wear strategy female with poison

Chapter 1740 Raiders of the Sword Immortal Who Can't Hear the Voice
"I'm not drunk..." Drunk people will never like others to say that they are drunk, and the scenery is no exception. She leaned in Nan Ke's arms and said drunkenly: "You old man...don't think that this princess If you're drunk, you'll be able to touch me..."

"Now, it seems that the scenery is giving me a hug." Nan Ke patted her on the back with a smile in his eyes.

Feng Jing just felt that there was a human-shaped pillar that was easy to lean on, so she leaned on it, without thinking about the words "throwing herself into her arms" at all, and she didn't know that many people around her had already set their sights on this side. She just stood on tiptoe, wanting to rest her chin on his shoulder to make herself more comfortable, but when she found that she was not as tall as when she stood on tiptoe, she snorted dissatisfied again.

Her Royal Highness, who is drunk, has a particularly bad temper right now.

Nan Ke was rubbed back and forth by her, his heart was itchy, his Adam's apple moved slightly, and when he was about to hold her up and hang on his body, Feng Jing hurriedly called out "be careful", and hurriedly pushed him away up.

At the same time, a person took a knife and slashed at the place where Nan Ke was standing just now, but because Nan Ke was pushed away by the scenery, the knife went to the scenery.

The girl who was still drunk couldn't hide herself any longer, she closed her eyes subconsciously, however, Feng Jing didn't feel any pain, instead a drop of warm liquid fell on her cheek.

Jingjing opened his eyes in a daze, only to see that one hand was holding the blade, and the blood kept dripping on the ground. This sound hit people's heart again and again.

She looked all the way along that hand, it was Nan Ke.

Jingjing tilted her head and blinked her eyes in confusion. Being drunk, her brain's reaction speed is relatively slow, and now there are more, probably still a kind of incomprehensible, she doesn't understand at this time, it falls on her The blood stains on her face made her even more shockingly beautiful.

Nan Ke smiled, then stretched out another hand that was clean and not stained with blood, and gently wiped away the little blood stained on her face.

The assassin who came suddenly wanted to draw out the knife held by Nan Ke to attack again, but he couldn't draw it out. At the same time, he felt a strong oppressive force brewing.

As a killer, there is always something like a sense of crisis.

The assassin wanted to retreat again, but he couldn't move. Along with his knife, his body was reduced to ashes inch by inch, without even a wail.

Nan Ke also lowered his hands, the blood on his hands was still dripping, at this moment, there was no other sound to be heard.

For a moment, the atmosphere was quiet.

"Killer!" Someone yelled, and the sluggish crowd immediately ran around, and within a short while, there were only two people left on the bustling street, Jingjing and Nanke.

Feng Jing stood there blankly for a while, and the hiccup stopped. She walked over, grabbed his injured hand, and said blankly: "Nan Ke, you are injured..."

The wounds can be seen on the bones, she has always despised these bloody things, but perhaps under the influence of alcohol, she is much bolder now.

"It's just a small injury." Nan Ke's leisurely expression showed that he didn't feel pain, but was afraid of getting her hands dirty, so he wanted to take them back.

Feng Jing grabbed his hand tightly, the spirit stone on her bracelet shone slightly, and the warm light reflected on his hand, and the wound on his hand healed quickly.

(End of this chapter)