Quick-wearing female partner is a poisonous heart lotus

Chapter 522 Vicious Tyrant (51)

With the sound of metal clashing, He De'an was riding on a horse with the rein in his left hand and the sword in his right.At the same time, it is easy to compete with several masters.

He looked more serious than ever.

Until inside the carriage, a flying crossbow flew through the air, He De'an dodged and cut his arm.

He De'an didn't care about the oozing blood, looked at the imprint on the flying knife, and bent his eyes: "It really is you, He Qian. You tore your face so quickly, I thought, you would pretend to be with the hall for a while longer How about the brothers and friends of Japan. But...do you have to kill them all like this?"

"You touched something you shouldn't have touched."

A deep voice came through the curtain, and He Qian unhurriedly twisted a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, with a murderous look between his brows.

"Something that shouldn't be touched?"

He De'an tore off a piece from his robe, and bandaged it on the wound, his eyes were filled with interest, and his thoughts turned quickly.

"Your brother only touches what you want to touch. When did you accidentally touch something that belongs to Brother Huang? Why have you never heard of it?"

"Without further ado."

His tone was harsh in vain, and he flew out from the carriage to fight with him.

"Today, you will be buried here."

"Then let's see if Brother Huang can kill me."

The corners of He De'an's lips raised, and his toes fell from the branches.

After just a few moves, He De'an felt that he was a little powerless, and he didn't even have the power to parry. He had never dealt with it so hard.

The wound on the arm was torn more and more severely, and the excessive blood loss caused the young man's originally flying expression to become pale and feeble.

"Do you know why?"

He Qian sneered, and swung the sword faster and faster: "Because you have become weaker."

He De'an pursed his lips, and with a sword move, the two bounced away.

Fingers clenched tightly.

"Imperial power has polished us into a murderous sword and turned us into monsters without blood and tears. We should be invincible. But now, you have concerns in your heart, and you can no longer be as unscrupulous as before. Swing the sword in your hand."

He Qian lowered his head and looked at the wrist that he flicked away just now, with a stronger sense of sarcasm.

"I don't even feel numb. He De'an, He De'an, you have fallen to such a point."

Because of feelings, it will make people's hearts soft, but for them, the most taboo thing is to be soft-hearted.

"Your mother-in-law's feelings have weakened you, and this is enough to kill you today. He De'an, after all, you are not as free and easy as you show."

The cold sword pointed at him mercilessly.

He De'an bit his lower lip tightly, his face was pale, his right hand grasped his left arm tightly to prevent the blood from flowing too fast, and he switched to his left hand to hold the sword.

The slender eyes were full of unwillingness and stubbornness. He still wanted to see her again. Even if she said such chilling and unfeeling words to him. He is such a coward, even after that, he still couldn't let her go.Even now at the critical moment of life and death, she is still the one imagining in her mind.

He was so afraid that she would be bullied when he was not around.he can't die yet
The lower lip was bitten and blood oozes, but it also stimulated his brain to clear up: "What does it have to do with you, you are not qualified to beak, you poor bastard who doesn't even know what love is."

He Qian's face turned ugly for a moment, as if a storm had been stirred up.

"Since you have to die so quickly, then the hall will not stop you."

After a few more fights, He De'an kicked a person on the horse next to him, grabbed the reins and rode away!

Several arrows and crossbows shot past, and one hit his left shoulder, but He De'an didn't fall off the horse as he thought.

He Qian's face was gloomy, and he felt a dull pain in his left arm.

He quickly covered it with his hand.

"Don't chase after poor thieves."

The few people who were going to chase stopped.

He Qian returned to the carriage again, spread out his palms, leaving behind scarlet blood.

His eyes changed in astonishment.

"Emotions make people weak." In his ears, his own voice echoed just now.

Sure enough, the most hurtful weapon is love.The sword is tangible, but love hurts people invisible, and it kills the heart.

He closed his eyes.

no one can escape
On a stormy night, the Minister's Mansion.

"So, besides the emperor, His Highness Ha Qi Thirteen was also in the Hall of Mental Cultivation that day?"

Chu Shilang frowned tightly, wearing only a single shirt and a long cloak over his head, which made his figure even thinner.

(End of this chapter)