The tyrant only favors the alluring concubine

Chapter 282 Farewell
"Then what do you want?" Yan Xiaoyu rubbed her cheeks, took a breath, and looked at Yun Ziyou, who hadn't been pinched for a long time, but was suddenly pinched, it really hurt.

Yun Ziyou backed away, looking as if he was ready to run for his life at any time, and spat out four words badly, "Once in the spring night..."

Sure enough, before he had time to run out of the door, an embroidered pillow was thrown over him, he bent over laughing outside the door, and Yan Xiaoyu's face flushed red with anger.

In the hall, Yan Xiaoyu was holding the baby and rocking it gently. She lowered her head, stared deeply at the baby, pressed a deep kiss on the baby's pink cheek, and sighed in his ear, "Son, no matter what the future holds, you You must grow up to be a useful person..."

She kissed the baby on the forehead again, her eyes lingered softly on the child's face, and then hugged the child and knelt down to the old prince, "Old prince, please train Xiao Er to be an upright and kind person , don't tell him about his parents, and don't tell him that his mother once wanted to abandon him and let him grow up happily, even if he can't become a very capable emperor!"

She hugged the child and kowtowed three times to the old prince. Her clear eyes were like the sunlight refracted on the white snow in winter, shining extremely brightly.

Yun Ziyou looked at her with a frown. Is she saying goodbye?

Yan Xiaoyu turned around, knelt down and walked in front of the ghost woman. She lowered her head and slammed her head three more times at the ghost woman, "Grandma, Xiaoyu was ignorant before, and made many mistakes, and even hurt Ziyou, please don't argue with Xiaoyu." , must teach the child like Ziyou, Xiaoyu is here to thank you!"

She then slammed her head three more times. This gift was extremely heavy, even heavier than the old prince. The ghost was shocked. This girl also has a delicate heart. She wanted to step forward to help, but she always stood in the way of face there.

After Yan Xiaoyu kowtowed, the baby in her arms had woken up, probably because she kowtowed too much, the baby began to cry uneasily, her little cheeks wrinkled together, crying very sadly.

Yan Xiaoyu knelt on the ground to coax the child, kissed the child's little face, and patted the child's swaddle with her hand until the child fell asleep again.

She raised her twinkling eyes, quietly watching Yun Ziyou sitting in front of her, still patting the baby with her hands, Yun Ziyou just looked at her with complicated eyes, and her thin lips were tightly pursed.

Yan Xiaoyu knelt and stepped forward, but Yun Ziyou suddenly stood up in shock. He stepped forward to help her up, but she avoided him. She shook her head and looked at him, with tears in her clear eyes, "Ziyou, listen to me." Say!"

She waved Yun Ziyou's hand away, looked at him quietly with her beautiful eyes, then lowered her head, and kowtowed three times, "Ziyou, I am sorry for this life, even the last year , I still need to trouble you to follow us, I just beg you, one year later, take Yun Duo to Chu State to find Feng Mochen, and ask him to cure Yun Duo!"

Yun Ziyou didn't speak, just looked at her quietly, after a while, he stretched out his hand to help her up, his handsome face was full of solemnity, his slender jade-like hand brushed the hair beside her ear , Shen Sheng said, "Don't worry, I won't let the child have trouble, but you, with your body, can you still travel long distances?"

Yan Xiaoyu nodded, and put the baby into Yun Ziyou's arms. Her white fingers gently stroked the baby's soft cheeks. The baby opened his eyes and smiled at Yan Xiaoyu.

Yan Xiaoyu didn't dare to face his pure and innocent smile, she turned her head away, choked up and turned to leave.

The baby suddenly cried uncomfortably, she covered her mouth, and left the hall with tears streaming down her face.

Yun Ziyou handed the baby to the hag, and followed after her, following the relaxed figure from a distance.

The child's crying became louder, Yan Xiaoyu crouched down and sobbed softly, Yun Zi swam forward and helped Yan Xiaoyu up, "Let's go, I'll take you to find Xiao Ninglan, he's still waiting for you at Zhongnan Mountain..."

Yan Xiaoyu wiped away the tears on her cheeks with the back of her hand, turned her head to look in the direction of the main hall, suddenly, a group of men in black appeared from two directions of the gate of the hall, each holding a long sword, Sen Han's sword exuded coldness in the sun. With the bitter cold light, they rushed in one file at a time.

Yan Xiaoyu forgot to cry, opened her mouth wide and looked in the direction of the main hall, she shook her head, "There are assassins, assassins..."

Only then did Yun Ziyou turn around, the assassins had all jumped into the hall, his expression froze, his heart tightened for no reason, these people's lightness skills have reached such a level, with his cultivation base, he didn't even hear a single sound.

He couldn't care about Yan Xiaoyu anymore, his body flickered, and a pure white figure appeared at the entrance of the hall.

In the hall, there was a panic. The hag dodged here and there with the baby wrapped in yellow swaddling clothes. The guards standing on both sides turned a blind eye to the assassin. They just silently guarded the door, blocking the way out.

Yun Ziyou stretched out his hand to knock down the two guards, but the man in black stepped forward and trembled with him. When he found the assassin, he already knew that the martial arts of the assassin was not trivial, but now that he actually fought, he knew that he had met the real man in the arena. master.

The man in black quickly took control of the situation in the hall. The old prince had a long sword on his neck, and his plump body was already hung.

Yun Ziyou was fighting against the man in black, and he was restrained everywhere. The visitor seemed to know his martial arts methods, so he moved fast enough, and he even fought to a tie with the man in black.

Yan Xiaoyu arrived with a pale face. She bit her lower lip and looked at the chaos. In the hall, the man in black's long sword was about to stab the child, but the hag retreated tremblingly.

She no longer has martial arts, if her martial arts are still there, how can she still pay attention to these people?

When Sen Leng's long sword pierced the baby's body, there was an earth-shattering explosion sound, and the gun in Yan Xiaoyu's hand was emitting green smoke, she stared at everything with wide eyes.

Everyone was startled by this sound, they had never seen such a powerful weapon, they forgot to cut off the sword in their hands, everyone stared blankly at Yan Xiaoyu, Yan Xiaoyu stood at the door with a gun, looking at everyone coldly.

The assassin closest to the fallen man in black suddenly sneered. He shook his long sword, and the sword blossomed. "Everyone, don't be afraid of her. The weapon in her hand can fire three bullets at most..."

Yan Xiaoyu's heart skipped a beat. Since Aya returned the gun to her after she was left by Wei Yifang's soul, the pistol never left her body again. How did they know that the pistol still had four bullets left?
As soon as the man in black said his words, the guards on both sides blocked the door as if they understood what he meant.

Yun Ziyou was out of breath, these bastard bastards actually turned traitor at this time, or were they the ones that the assassin placed next to the old prince from the beginning?
The moves in his hands were a bit harsher, the guards had already blocked the door, covering all the scenes in the hall, Yan Xiaoyu turned the pistol, trying to kill the people in front of her, but she was afraid that the bullets would run out, and the people inside would not easy to deal with.

With a scream, Yan Xiaoyu's face turned pale immediately, it was a ghost, the voice of a ghost, they killed the ghost, what should the child do?
As if the potential in her body had been aroused, she yelled and rushed into the hall with a gun in hand, Yun Ziyou also swept away the door, and the guards were stabbed twice by the assassin to help her clear the way.

Looking at the scene in the hall, Yan Xiaoyu almost stopped breathing. The hag lay there covered in blood, holding a crying baby tightly in her arms. Her blood was winding on the baby's face, which was shocking.

Seeing the hag hugging the child in a protective posture, the assassin kicked the hag far away. She vomited a large mouthful of blood, and her bony hands were stained with eye-catching red, reaching out to the baby not far away.

The assassin's long sword was raised high, and the blood-stained sword pierced the wind and slashed towards the baby's neck. Between the fire and the stone, the gunshot rang out, and the assassin fell there.

The old prince roared and struggled towards the baby in the pool of blood on the ground, he looked up to the sky and cursed sadly, "The Wei family is devoid of conscience, even a baby in swaddle will not let go, God is blind, blind..."

Yan Xiaoyu's hands trembled uncontrollably, Yaozhi's blood snaked down her arm, she turned her head to look at the assassin behind her sternly, the assassin was stunned by her gaze, and even forgot to pull out the long sword stabbing her shoulder for a moment. Down.

Another man in black jumped at the baby. Yan Xiaoyu didn't move, but moved her wrist up and pulled the trigger. With the sound of the gun, the man in black behind her withdrew the long sword on her shoulder. Once identified the heart position on her back.

The hag still wanted to struggle, but the long sword sliced ​​across her neck, and she lay in a pool of blood with her eyes open, unable to move.

The cry of the baby was extremely loud in the bloody hall, and when the long sword pierced Yan Xiaoyu's body, Yun Ziyou had already killed him, his eyes were scarlet, and his fair and handsome face was stained with blood, like a bloodthirsty hell Asura.

The soft sword in his hand is deadly, and many men in black fell under his sword. No one knows why he suddenly changed the way of martial arts, and no one knows where the soft sword in his hand came from. come.

After realizing his danger, many men in black surrounded him, Yan Xiaoyu was already in danger, it was too late for her to turn around and save herself, besides, she wanted to see her child, who was crying in a pool of blood.

The expected pain did not come. She turned her head, her hair fluttering, and looked at the handsome man behind her. The man raised his long sword, and the man in black fell to the ground. He looked at her silently, with an infant girl on his back .

Yan Xiaoyu smiled and shed tears, Xiao Ninglan, her arm went limp, the pistol fell into a pool of blood, a steady stream of blood meandered down from her wrist, she bit her lip, and looked at him half aggrieved and half scared.

In the world, it seems that there are only their eyes. She relies on him, and he protects her. There is no unnecessary words. He has joined the battle with his long sword in black.

Because of him, the situation turned around in an instant, Yan Xiaoyu picked up the crying baby on the ground, pursed her lips and smiled.

(End of this chapter)