my guard

Chapter 125

Qin Jingmo, just talking, has no other purpose.

The weather was very cloudy, Qin Jing went out after chatting with the princess a few words.Princess Yi'an gave him one of the umbrellas she had bought, and told Qin Jing some things she wanted to buy.

She smiled at him, "I prepared a big gift for you at noon! It's a special surprise! You must come back early."

"Ah."

After he left, the princess started to contact the restaurant chefs who had been in the village for several days.Originally, she arrived early, but was delayed by her illness.The princess wanted to surprise Qin Jing again, so she spent money and asked them to live in the village. When Qin Jing went out, she found them all.

The princess ordered the cooks to cook a big meal. This is all her heart for Qin Jing.

There was still an hour until noon. Qin Jing finished his work and went back with the herbs.The autumn rain continued, and in the cold weather, pedestrians took shelter from the rain, and there were fewer and fewer people on the road.

Qin Jing held an umbrella and walked on the avenue.The rain and smoke were getting heavier, and the ticking sound was beating on the umbrella surface. He walked step by step, his brows were indifferent, almost becoming the same color as the smoke and water.

Suddenly, Qin Jing's hand holding the umbrella tightened, he stopped, and the umbrella in his hand flew up, hitting the rear right.At the same time, his body jumped up into the air and moved away from the direction just now.

Tuk Tuk Tuk.

Three consecutive crossbows landed on the place where Qin Jing was standing.

Qin Jing stood on the courtyard wall, looking indifferently at the figures suddenly pouring out from all around.These people surrounded him little by little, and the circle became smaller and smaller.It was obviously impossible to leave without getting hurt.

In the eyes of the other party, Qin Jing's expression did not change from the beginning to the end, and suddenly jumped into the crowd with a ghostly posture.

Qin Jing is the sharpest sword in Chen Shizi's hand.

He usually doesn't show his dew, but when he does it, everyone can feel the pressure he brings.It is as swift as the wind, as slow as the forest, as intrusive as fire, immovable as a mountain, unknowable as cloudy, and moving as thunder.

Dozens of people, Qin Jing fought and retreated, not yet struggling to the point of needing to desperately.

Suddenly, there was the sound of a sword behind him, and Qin Jing saw a bright light from the corner of his eye. Qin Jing turned around to avoid it, when the man behind him said softly, "Qin Jing, you seem to be my subordinate."

Qin Jing's whole body froze, and he turned around slowly. The sword in Chen Zhao's hand was pressed against his neck.Qin Jing was silent, he didn't greet the other party, but he didn't resist the sword that stabbed him.

Chen Zhao looked at him with a half-smile, "It's pretty good that you've made it this far."

(End of this chapter)