slave seven seven

Chapter 125 Your Blood Is Cold

Qiqi stood behind Xia Houling and watched him sitting in the upper seat, watching the singing and dancing below with a calm expression, the dancer's waist was like a willow swaying with the music, and the skirt was light and seductive...

Suddenly the situation changed, a dancer leaped towards the upper seat from among the dancers, and pierced Xia Houling straight with her slender soft sword. When he was about to reach his throat, more than a dozen men in black suddenly broke into the hall, and went straight to Xia Houling among a group of soldiers who were blinded by alcohol.

Before Qi Qi could scream in the future, Xia Houling calmly grabbed Rao Ji, who was waiting by her side, and shielded her chest. Wu Ji's soft sword pierced into Rao Ji's heart. The reeling soldiers all picked up the hidden swords from under the table, and started fighting with the man in black.

It turned out that Xia Houling had already planned.

What happened in just a split second, Shui Ji jumped away screaming, hid behind Qi Qi, and looked at Rao Ji in fear.

In the hall, there are swords, lights and swords, flesh and blood flying everywhere...

Rao Ji fell into Xia Houling's arms, her chest was dyed red, her eyes widened frighteningly, blood spilled from the corner of her mouth, her slender hands firmly grasped Xia Houling's skirt, "You... Your blood... is really cold."

With just a few words, Qiqi felt that she had exhausted all her strength, her hands slowly dropped from the expressionless Xia Houling, and Shui Ji, who was hiding behind her, burst into tears.

"what--"

The mournful cries were particularly ear-piercing amidst the sound of swords and swords, Qiqi watched all this numbly.

The dancer missed the chance to assassinate her just now, and was fought by other soldiers. More and more soldiers gathered in the hall. Only then did the assassins realize that they had fallen into a trap and were already unable to fly.

(End of this chapter)