The queen concubine please

Chapter 9 Bloody Clothes: With me here, no one can hurt him
Ling Feishuang's eyes widened instantly when he saw the man in red, and no one's voice could be heard in his ears, "Feiyang..."

She murmured, when she saw a man in black slashing at the back of his head with a half-cut sword in his hand, no thoughts flashed in her mind, but her actions flew out like a swallow.

One hand made a blade and slashed at the assassin, and the other hand snatched his big knife very quickly. It was slightly heavy, but she couldn't hold it, she thought, it might be because of the injury.

After thinking about it, he actually threw the big knife at the black-clothed crowd, turned around a few times, and scared away the well-trained people.

Turning around, she met surprised eyes. She had too many questions to ask, but when he didn't make a move, she had to.

The girl's eyes were too determined, she turned around and rushed into the crowd, she defeated several assassins with her bare hands, but with strange moves, the back of the pure white feather dress was covered with whip marks.

Following her volley jumps, side kicks, and leg sweeps, drops fell to the ground, like red plums in winter, exuding a coquettish beauty.

"Ouyang Qingqing..."

Situ Mo murmured, feeling even more puzzled in his heart, why did she suffer such serious injuries?Why does she know martial arts?
Turning his head to look at the group of women, their faces were also full of surprises, even a little guilty and frightened, he secretly sneered, it seems that these women have caused him quite a lot of trouble these days when he was not in the mansion.

It's just that he observed Ouyang Qingqing for five years, and the 12-year-old girl did not know martial arts, so what's going on now?

Sensing the killing intent, before he opened his fan, a white shadow flashed in front of his eyes, and she was actually protecting him again.

"With me here, no one wants to hurt him!"

Such a firm sentence, but it contained a kind of murderous air, and the girl's back was still bleeding, but there was endless stubbornness.

Her hair was in a mess, and he noticed that there was blood on her head, and his eyes turned cold. Who on earth killed her?

And with her skill, how could she suffer such a serious injury?

Even Wuhen was a little surprised, for the past five years, he had been the person in charge of keeping an eye on the concubines in the mansion, but even he didn't know when Ouyang Qingqing would be able to take out the last assassin.

Only then did he realize that he had overlooked a problem when he was suspicious, that is, he did not leave a living person.

(End of this chapter)