Pretty Fox: Misunderstood His Royal Highness

Chapter 115 My Good Woman 7
Zheng Yinan tightly covered the wound of his severed arm with one hand, blood dripped down continuously, his expression was painful, his facial features were almost twisted, and the blue veins on his forehead were exposed, the situation was horrific.He yelled hysterically: "Who? Who told you the truth?"

Ye Qiqi was so frightened that she trembled, and blurted out: "It's not me."

Yuan Qingluo was about to burst into laughter again, and finally held back.He said lightly: "Of course it's not you, you don't have the ability."

The capable one is Mo Qilin.

He is one of Zheng Yinan's most trusted confidants.After he stole Yu Linglong from the secret room, he handed it to Yuan Qingluo, and then set fire to the cottage. Taking the huge sum of money that Yuan Qingluo had promised him, he took the whole family, young and old, far away from the capital, and retreated to the mountains. .

At this moment, Zheng Yinan is not hopeless.

Betrayed by his confidants, the cottage was burned, almost all of his subordinates died, his right arm was cut off, and he lost everything. What is the point of living in this world?But he was unwilling to die like this.

Thoughts flashed by.Zheng Yinan's ferocious face showed a trace of cruelty.

He suddenly raised his left hand, and a series of six throwing knives were thrown out from his sleeve. The cold light shone, and the sharp whistling sound was like thunder, flying straight towards the direction where Yuan Qingluo and Ye Qiqi were on the tree.

Hidden weapons burst out, where can we avoid them?
Seeing the critical situation, Yuan Qingluo grabbed Ye Qiqi beside him without even thinking about it, and quickly pushed him behind him. He made a wrong step, his figure was like flowing clouds and flowing water, he only heard "Wing Zheng", "Wing Zheng" sounded six times in succession, and the six flying knives were all inserted into the folding fan.

Yuan Qingluo's folding fan is not an ordinary folding fan.

The bones of the fan are made of iron, and there are sharp stabbing blades on the edge. When closed, it is like an iron rod, which can be hit and beaten. In order to prevent hidden weapons, it combines hardness and softness, and has both offense and defense.

At this time, Yuan Qingluo, his pupils turned cold, Yin Qi swept across, and his eyes were full of murderous intent.

He raised the folding fan in his hand and pushed it forward with one palm, concentrating on practicing his kung fu.Then he raised his hand, and the six flying knives from the folding fan flew out together, stabbing at Zheng Yinan with lightning speed.

Only a terrible howl was heard:
"what--"

All six flying knives stabbed Zheng Yinan in the heart.Zheng Yinan spurted out a mouthful of blood, then rolled his eyes, and fell heavily to the ground, then his body stiffened, his head tilted, and he was silent.

Ye Qiqi's face was pale, startled and staggered, he couldn't stand steadily, and immediately fell straight down the tree.

The leader of the Jingwei—the tall man in his forties, resolute, calm and majestic, flew forward and caught Ye Qiqi who was about to fall to the ground.The head of the imperial guard's eyes fell on Ye Qiqi's face, and he was shocked, his eyes were as big as copper bells, and he lost his voice:
"Xue Ji?"

Ye Qiqi murmured in a low voice:

"No, my name is Ye Qiqi. Yu Xueji is my mother."

A piece of jade pendant fell from Ye Qiqi's body, and just hit the foot of the chief of the guards.On the emerald green jade pendant, there was a bright red color like blood, shining crystal light under the moonlight-this light, at this moment, suddenly hurt the eyes of the chief of the guards.

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(un.finished.to be.continued)
(End of this chapter)