Tyrant, calm down

Chapter 180 Encountering Fu (9)

"This king has killed more people than you have ever eaten!" Murong snorted harshly, to show that he didn't pay attention to the people approaching from the dark at all, and killed as many people as they came!

The eyes staring at the front were as bright as snow, Murong Li suddenly raised his hand, and easily turned Shen Jingshu in a direction, from the back to him at the beginning, to face to face with him.

Before Shen Jingshu's palpitations dissipated, he heard his deep voice ringing in his ears, "Use all your strength to hold on to this king, don't fall!"

Although he didn't understand what Murong Li was trying to do by saying that, Shen Jingshu wrapped his arms around him obediently, hugged his waist tightly, crossed his hands and tightly grasped his wrists, and buried his head in his chest .

Beside his ear was his heartbeat, strong and vibrating like a drum, Shen Jingshu suddenly had a thought in his heart, if he really died tonight, dying in Murong Li's arms didn't seem so bad.

Murong Li pursed his lips, looked down at Shen Jingshu, and there was a certain unshakable persistence in his eyes.

Then he raised his right hand, slashed a sharp and cold arc with the long sword in his hand, and only heard a scream of "Ah", a black shadow that flew towards him fell out like a kite with a broken thread, hit the tree trunk and let out a yell. Remember the heavy muffled sound.

Bits of moisture splashed onto Shen Jingshu's ears, her whole body trembled, and the next moment she hugged Murong Li's waist even tighter, and buried her head deeper in his embrace, without reaching out to wipe it off.

There were more winds coming from the deep forest on both sides of the path one after another, with a fierce and murderous aura. Shen Jingshu heard the sound of swords and swords intersecting, and the muffled screams were vivid and piercing, each of which shook her chest heavily.

"Hmm!" There was another muffled hum, but this one was different from before, it sounded right above her head, her whole body froze, her eyes opened blankly.

Murong Li was injured?

Then she felt a sticky liquid flowing down Murong Li's back, accumulating in front of her crossed wrists, soaking a large area of ​​clothes, and the skin of her wrists could clearly feel the thick moisture .

The moisture was blown icy cold by the night wind, and the coolness rushed along her wrist to her heart, making her shiver shiveringly.

He raised his head stiffly, staring at Murong Li's chin, in the dim light, she could only see the cold line of his chin, expressing some thoughts that she didn't want to face up to.

She stared at Murong Li for a long time, seeing that he was not shaken by the dangers around him and kept her tightly in his arms, her eyes flashed, and she suddenly let go of the hands that held Murong Li tightly.

"What are you doing? Don't move around!" Murong Li, who was responding to the enemy, darkened his eyes, grabbed her right arm, and then pressed her forward to avoid a slash from behind.

"I don't want to die, I just want to help you." She said clearly, followed by raising her right hand, and sprinkled the powder she just took out from her bosom on the person who couldn't kill him, but then flew forward to make up the knife.

"Ah!" The shrill scream pierced the night, and it sounded frightening.

Murong Li turned around to look, and when he turned back again, his eyes were shining brightly, staring straight at Shen Jingshu's eyes.

Shen Jingshu pursed his lips and smiled calmly. "Look, although I don't know martial arts, I will still be your capable little helper."

Murong Li didn't speak, and after stabbing the sneak attacker behind him, he pulled the Shen Jing book and sat up.

"Hold on to me, don't let yourself fall!"

(End of this chapter)