Flame Ghost Eye

Chapter 411 The Killer Strikes (1)

"I'm still more comfortable being my maidservant. The prince is a person who does great things, and he will never give up everything for the sake of his children. Now that the prince is in love with his children, is it possible that the prince is in love with me?"

Jun Wuqing's face froze, and Yunfeng continued, "Since you don't love me, what's the point of being a concubine? The biggest obstacle will become the enemy's handle and your weakness."

Those who achieve great things must first give up love.

Jun Wuqing stood where he was, his mind kept echoing...

The habit of drinking alcohol these days has already caused Jun Wuqing to feel unwell. Before the night of back-to-the-moon, the toxins in his body were ready to move. Jun Wuqing clutched his chest and endured it forcefully. Around him, a large number of men in black were quickly approaching the palace, and then quickly sneaked into the palace. In less than half a moment, there was a scream of fighting outside, and the guards in the palace were killed. The palace was in chaos.

Hearing the sound of weapons colliding outside, Jun Wuqing walked out, "What's going on?"

"My lord, there are assassins."

"assassin?"

"The visitors are not kind, and they are all well-trained killers. These guards of the palace can't stop them at all, causing countless casualties."

Before Wu Yi finished speaking, some black-clothed assassins had rushed in, and the leader of the assassins directly slashed at Jun Wuqing without saying a word.

"My lord, be careful." Wu Yi drew his sword to stop him, but he was not superhuman. More and more assassins rushed in, and the guards of the palace were bleeding like rivers. Squinting his eyes, he immediately flew over Wuyi towards Jun Wuqing.

He kept drinking in his mouth, "Take your life."

The flash of the sword flashed away, and the cold silver light made people feel chills down the spine. Jun Wuqing's forehead was dripping with cold sweat, because the boneless flower in his body was about to move, so he used his internal strength to restrain it, but now, he had to be distracted to resist the assassin. The internal force dissipated, and immediately got backlash, spit out a mouthful of blood, Wu Yi was startled, he slashed and killed desperately, while worrying about Jun Wuqing, "My lord, you are injured."

"No problem."

"Damn it, who are you?" Wu Yi resisted and questioned at the same time, furious to the top, the knife was fatal, and the black figure instantly merged with the man in black.

Of course, the fight in the front yard alarmed the wind in the side hall, especially the strong smell of blood in the air, which was even more pungent. He frowned, "Xiao Lan, what happened outside?"

Lan Rushi rushed in from the outside and shouted loudly, "It's not good, it's not good, miss, there are assassins, there are many assassins."

"Assassin?" No wonder, Yunfeng put on the night clothes without hesitation, with a black belt tied around his waist, a long sword flew into his hand, and flew out with one flying into the air. It was a good time, and it was also a good time for her who walked in the dark all year round.

Standing on the roof, Yunfeng looked indifferent, with the sword coming out of his body and shining coldly, looking down coldly, the courtyard was in a mess, and beside the pillar, a figure in purple robe was bending over, vaguely seeing the distorted and painful picture. face, "Is he injured?"

(End of this chapter)