The Queen of the Return of the Tyrant Wants to Run Away from Marriage

Chapter 1003 Rescue Longbai (4)

Chapter 117 Rescue Longbai ([-])

"Go and watch, don't let her kill all the men and horses of this Marquis!" Nalan Ling gave the order, and Nalan Luohao immediately understood the meaning behind the words.

Because he was worried about his sister going to rescue people alone, his father was ordering himself to protect him secretly.

All the care is hidden deep in my heart, I can't say it, my father's character is too rigid and stubborn, in fact, from the bottom of my heart, my father is doting on my sister infinitely.

"Yes!"

Because of Princess Lin'an's reminder, Na Lanqing quickly found out the place where Langxue was imprisoned, and sent someone to monitor the place completely. When she really wanted to act, she found that someone had already made a fuss in the other's lair. Fan.

Wu Yong's whole body was covered with bandages, blood was still oozing from his body, he was panting hard, his face was extraordinarily pale, but there was a hint of joy in his eyes.

All his puppets were in place, and he broke into the enemy's lair with all the puppets at this time, looking for the whereabouts of Langxue.

Na Lanqing found out that someone had already played a game in advance, she thought for a while and didn't lead people to rush in, but completely surrounded the place.

This kind of thing is extremely rare in the capital city. It is not easy to cultivate dead men, and it is even more difficult to cultivate hundreds of dead men.

Nalan Luohao has lent him so many dead warriors so generously, based on his ability, there is no one who can't be cultivated in ten or eight years... So you don't need to guess who these dead warriors are.

Other than that arrogant old man... who else could it be?
Wu Yong rushed into the enemy camp, and in a certain secret room in the enemy camp, the masked man in white came back here in some embarrassment, stretched out his hand to touch the scar on his shoulder, pursed his lips tightly, and said nothing.

The guards around him carefully treated the wound for the man in white...

"Your Majesty, a mouse has lurked in and is making a fuss!"

There was no emotional ups and downs in the eyes of the man in white, it was as calm as a pool of stagnant water, unable to stir up any waves.

The corners of his lips were raised slightly, and the outside light hit the man's face, making him look extraordinarily deep and gloomy.

"Who?"

The voice was indifferent and crisp, but with a trace of indescribable cleanness and etherealness.

"I don't know what kind of force it is. The opponent's martial arts are very strange, as if they don't feel any pain... Whether they are attacking the gate of life, or the blood everywhere on their bodies, they seem to have no feeling. They are usually beaten once, and then again. Being able to get up again...is just like..."

"What does it look like?" the man in white asked quietly, then looked at the shoulders that had been bandaged, pulled on his clothes, and tidied them carelessly.

The guard kneeling on the ground paused for a moment, then lowered his head, "Returning to Your Majesty, they are like corpses, corpses manipulated by others, without any feeling, no pain, no laughing, no talking...these two days of rushing People's orders, constantly fighting, even if the hands are cut off, the feet are broken, and the body is pierced... Those people can still move... They won't cry out of pain or fear..."

There was a very strange expression on the guard's face. This was the first time he had encountered such an enemy, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't kill him.

Even if the other party's hand is cut off, the other party will not feel the pain, let alone reveal any flaws because of the pain.

It's like a lifeless body. To put it bluntly, it's a corpse.

"A corpse?" The man in white showed an interested smile, gently supported his temple with his fingers, lifted a teacup with one hand, and poured himself a cup of fragrant tea.

"The Wu Clan has always been known for their methods of manipulating puppets. Nalanqing is surrounded by strange people from all over the world. It is not surprising that there is another Wu Clan who can manipulate puppets."

"Take care of the poisonous baby, don't let someone snatch it away!"

"As ordered!"

Wu Yong rushed into the opponent's lair with his puppet very domineeringly. At the same time, he acted very familiar with this place, as if he had lived here before.

The light car turned one corner after another familiarly, and the strange thing was that he was actually getting closer and closer to where Langxue was.

If you look closely, you can see a mouse in front of Wu Yong is constantly moving around, and she is following the direction of that mouse, heading towards the imprisoned wolf snow very quickly and accurately. .

Langxue's condition is very bad now, she was bound tightly to the cross pillar, and there was a deep bone wound on her wrist that was dripping with blood.

A rugged old man who looked very old was standing beside her with a bowl in his hand, carefully draining the blood from Langxue's wrist, as if wasting a drop was unforgivable.

"Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie... Poison Infant's blood is really different, just a drop of blood can kill people invisible, see blood seal throat... I, Long Zhen, can make great progress again... Poisonous Man Bing's experiments have made great progress again..."

"Jie Jie Jie Jie..."

In the empty underground secret room, the old man's strange laughter kept ringing out, but he was tied to the pillar and couldn't move. Lang Xue didn't respond at all, as if he had fallen into a coma due to excessive blood loss...

Wu Yong came here by his puppet mouse, you just need to be very accurate. He walked into the door, and at first sight, he saw Lang Xue who was tied to the pillar and had lost consciousness with his head tilted, and then his eyes moved to her. on the wrist...

The wound on the wrist was deep into the bone, and the flesh and blood had begun to turn blue and black, and it kept turning outward, showing a very terrifying appearance.

Wu Yong felt that there was a kind of hot air rising from the soles of his feet, rushing directly towards the top of his head.

"Little Wolf Snow..."

The old man suddenly saw so many strangers painted in the room, with a very serious guard on his face, "Who are you?"

"Little Langxue...you wake up..." Wu Yong rushed directly towards Langxue, stretched out his hand and patted Langxue's face gently, and found that her face was very pale now, and even her lips were slightly pale. Gray and blue, obviously due to excessive blood loss.

And it smells extremely cold...

Hastily pulled out the long sword at her waist, directly cut off the iron chain that bound Langxue, and at the moment when her body slid down and was about to fall to the ground, she grabbed her long arm and firmly connected her to the ground. into his arms.

"Little Wolf Snow..."

Langxue's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she opened her eyes a little helplessly, her eyes were a little empty, she didn't know what was wrong with her for a while, she quietly looked at Wu Yong who was panicked and looked particularly ugly in front of her. , she said subconsciously: "Wu Yong..."

"It's me...it's me...little wolf snow, how are you doing now? Is there any discomfort? Now I will take you to see a doctor right away...you must not sleep..."

(End of this chapter)