Feminine world Feng Qingcheng

Chapter 228
"Ah."

Mo Zicheng responded.

Xuan Yue turned around and walked towards the gate.

Inside the house, there was silence, only Mo Zicheng was left alone, and those faint candlelight.

Suddenly, a strong murderous aura came in from outside the house, covering the whole house.

Mo Zicheng paused for a moment while playing with Yuxiao's hand, his phoenix eyes sank, and the inside was as cold as frost.

After a while, a puff of white smoke came in from the paper window.

Mo Zicheng's handsome eyebrows were slightly frowned, and he hastily covered his mouth and nose with his hands.

Is this smoke?

At this moment, Xuan Yue walked to the door with a charcoal fire glowing faintly.

As soon as she arrived at the door, she sensed something was wrong, Xuan Yue's eyes sank, she put the charcoal fire aside, and hurried into the house.

Inside the house, Mo Zicheng was covering his mouth and nose, standing behind the screen.

Xuan Yue also hurriedly reached out to cover her mouth and nose, and quickly searched for Mo Zicheng.

"Your Majesty, take this." Xuan Yue covered her mouth and nose with one hand, and took out a bottle of pills from her bosom with the other hand, took two pills here and there, gave one of them to Mo Zicheng, and took the remaining one herself. .

This is made by my master, to deal with this kind of smoke, and even sweat medicine can also deal with it.

Frost appeared on Mo Zicheng's face, and he glanced around blankly.

And Xuan Yue lowered her head slightly, looking around.

There was no sound in the house, only a little cold wind coming in from outside the door, and the whistling sound reached Xuanyue's ears, which was a little irritating.

Xuan Yue hurriedly put the snow-white cloak on the screen over Mo Zicheng's thin shoulders to keep him warm.

Mo Zicheng tied up the cloak belt, and his phoenix eyes shot towards every place in the room like ice arrows.

The murderous aura still enveloped it, even a little bit colder than the cold wind.

Both Xuan Yue and Mo Zicheng used their ears to carefully identify the murderous intent coming from which direction.

Those who learn martial arts have the most sensitive ears in addition to their eyes.

Suddenly, there was a sound from the window, and Xuan Yue hurried over with lightning speed.

Mo Zicheng took a few steps back and looked back.

There was a sound of sword wind piercing the tranquility of the room, and the faint candlelight on the round table was extinguished accordingly, and the shining long sword stabbed at him with extreme speed and fierceness.

Mo Zicheng dodged hastily and took a step back, but the edge of the sword still left a trace on his snow-white cloak.

If it wasn't for this cloak, I'm afraid it would be his abdomen that was scratched now.

Suddenly, cold sweat broke out from his forehead, and an inexplicable pain came from his abdomen.

It seems that he was too eager when he moved just now, which caused the tire to move.

Mo Zicheng looked at the black shadow with cold eyes.

The baby in his womb seemed to be rolling in his stomach at this moment, and that kind of convulsions wandered around his whole body.

Someone actually came to assassinate him, is it the queen?Or Huang Xi?

The throbbing pain in his stomach couldn't help him to think so much, he supported his stomach with one hand, and practiced exercises with the other, wanting to shake his sleeves to get the flute.

But before he picked up Fusheng, the black shadow rushed up again at lightning speed, and the blade stabbed at Mo Zicheng again. Mo Zicheng hurriedly dodged to the side, and the silver sword printed Mo Zicheng's handsome and expressionless face, but his forehead was already covered with cold sweat, and the ink-colored black hair was cut off by the killer's blade, and slowly fell to the ground.

Mo Zicheng endured the pain, his phoenix eyes stared at the black shadow fiercely, he took a step back, shook his sleeves, and immediately grasped a flute in his hand.

The black figure saw clearly that his hand was about to take the Xiao, so he picked up the long sword in his hand and stabbed him.

Because Mo Zicheng's fetal gas was already activated at this time, his speed was far slower than before, so he reluctantly picked up the floating life in his hand to resist the long sword.

The black shadow flashed countless sword flowers with the long sword, and then slashed down with a sword.

At this moment, because of being so forced by the man in black, his waist turned to the edge of the round table, and in an instant, he felt pain.

As soon as his feet softened, Mo Zicheng knelt down in front of the round table, holding his swollen stomach tightly with his hands, the pain tightly covered his swollen stomach.

The phoenix eyes swept sharply at the man in black, he was breathing rapidly, and there were bursts of pain, like a needle prick.

Seeing that there was an opportunity, the man in black hurriedly swung his sword to attack Mo Zicheng.

At this moment, Qingyan led someone to break in through the window, and stabbed the man in black with a sword. Immediately, warm blood spilled on Mo Zicheng's body, staining his snow-white cloak.

Black clothes are extremely popular.

"My lord, it's too late to speak lightly, and I beg your forgiveness."

Qingyan helped Mo Zicheng up, sat on the stool, and stretched out his hand to inject internal force into his body.

They had been guarding outside the house all the time, but they were all lured to Mu Wang's mansion by the enemy's trick of diverting the tiger away from the mountain.

Fortunately, she hurried back, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.

Mo Zicheng responded slightly and nodded.

Suddenly, countless men in black rushed in from all around, and it was too late to input more internal energy to heal Mo Zicheng, they withdrew their hands, settled Mo Zicheng, and joined the battle.

(End of this chapter)