Slave to Queen: One Night Bride

Chapter 597
However, Hua Rong didn't give him a chance to breathe. The arrow was damaged, and the original spike on the tail was no longer usable.This kind of mechanism is very troublesome to repair, so it can't be used for a long time.But after being killed many times in the jungle, she met a skillful savage who was best at making civil bows and arrows. It was this savage who repaired that part of the mechanism for her to prepare for the final breakthrough.At that time, there was an ominous feeling in my heart, but I didn't expect that it finally came in handy today.

When the fourth prince grabbed it, the guards around him panicked, unwilling to become human shields, and retreated one after another. In a hurry, he watched another sharp arrow fly, and then remembered Hua Rong's archery skills—she was Bursts.The human shield had already been thrown on the ground, he was empty-handed and unable to parry, he opened his mouth and bit the arrow.At the same time, the people around him could almost hear the sound of teeth cracking, a row of his teeth fell out.

However, he still couldn't catch his breath. At this moment, Hua Rong had activated his final nirvana. He blocked the sharp arrow, but he could no longer avoid the flying thorns——When we first met, he He had learned how powerful it was, but after many years, she no longer used it, so he almost forgot about it until now, as before, it was densely packed and went straight to his throat.

He shouted angrily in astonishment: "Come on, you're not up yet..."

The guards woke up suddenly, and then rushed up.However, when he opened his mouth, he relaxed, and spit out the arrow contained in his mouth together with a mouthful of broken teeth.

The life-threatening goddess still didn't retreat a little bit, and the third sharp arrow had already flown up, and he couldn't dodge any longer. The sharp arrow stuck into his left flank as if it had eyes—it was the joint of the iron plate between Douhou and Douhou. the only gap.Because the pocket is heavy, it is extremely inconvenient to put on and take off, so after many improvements, the left lapel was braided like the Jurchen, and a junction was left on the left.It's like the door of a martial arts practitioner.Originally, it is impossible for ordinary people to attack here, because the direction of bow and arrow shooting is generally unlikely to come from here.But she is not an ordinary person, she is Hua Rong who hits every shot.At this time, she has been controlled by the anger of hatred and revenge. Her arrows are like eyes, because she has studied the defects of this heavy armor as early as when she accompanied Yue Pengju in the Southern and Northern Wars—— She knew early on where the gate was.It's just that it's useless to know it all the time, because it's too difficult.

At this moment, she breathed her last breath, no matter how difficult it was, there was only one arrow left, and she would never allow her success to fail.The strength of her whole body was concentrated on her thumb, and the final pull was full of grief and resentment, like a soul-drowning messenger in hell...

"Fourth Prince..."

"Hurry up and protect the fourth prince..."

Jin Wushu's body fell off the horse's back, the arrow pierced his left waist obliquely, and he could see blood flowing down the gap in the pocket.

Hua Rong heaved a sigh of relief and laughed.He turned his head slightly, relaxed his vigilance, and wanted to look for it in the crowd.But he was at a loss, forgetting what he should be looking for.After a while, she remembered that it was Qin Shangcheng.It is King Qin.

In this world, there was once a man who went through life and death so many times for himself.He is sorry for the whole world, but he is his own patron saint.

In the distance, King Qin was lingering in the encirclement. Fortunately, he was very tall.He looked at her strangely, forgot to call her, forgot to call her, at this moment, she was so brave, braver than anyone he had ever seen in his life.If you have no one to rely on, you can rely on yourself; if you have no one to fight, you can fight by yourself!

Tears filled his eyes suddenly, thinking of her escape when she was 17 years old.That's how she is, she is always persevering for the goal she believes in, even if she shed the last drop of blood.

He looked at her, and even his face instantly aged.

Like her white hair, it was white and pale.

Hair like snow, face like snow.

At this time, he also remembered the singing of the woman wearing flowers in the small restaurant:

Yujing once recalled the prosperity of the past.Wanli Emperor's House.Qionglin Yudian, Chaoxuan stringed pipes, Mu Lie Shengpa.

The people of Huacheng are desolate today, and their spring dreams are around Husha.Where is the home mountain? I can listen to the Qiang flute and blow the plum blossoms.

After all, it is a spring dream, surrounded by Hu Sha, this is the fate of the incompetent Song Huizong, and it is also the fate of all the people on that land who are fighting for it.He laughed miserably, it was the first time in his life that he really wanted to do a good deed, and use the 25 tribute silver to do a good deed for the Song State, that's why he incurred such a fate.It seems that good things cannot be done.If, if time can be turned back, who cares about Song Kingdom and Jin Kingdom, who cares about Lianghe refugees, what family and country, and what is his business?
She is the most important!

However, time, it is so cruel, so indomitable, like the most heartless man in the world, how can it turn back?

He called softly: "Girl, girl..."

She couldn't hear, couldn't respond.What responded to him was Jin Jun who came to his senses, with overwhelming fighting voices: "Catch her quickly..."

"She hurt the fourth prince..."

"Kill, kill, kill..."

He struggled to stand up, even if he wanted to die, he would die after her - he hadn't fulfilled his duty to protect her.She is still alive, how dare she die?

However, her body is so soft and powerless, and she is supported by loyal guards every step of the way. She can only look at the crazy white hair on the black moonlight from a distance: her hair is like snow, her hair is like snow!Her frightened body, her thin body, stood against the whole world alone.

She didn't want to die, he knew, always knew.His deer-cutting knife was hanging in front of him, and he was still holding it, but it was weak.He raised his hand again, picked it up, wanted to look at her, help her, even if he died immediately, at least, fight against her together.

"Girl, girl..." he shouted repeatedly, but the voice was always stuck in his throat and couldn't come out.He dragged on the last and most desperate anxiety, wanting to get closer to her, a little closer...

The earth-shattering fighting sounds sounded again, Jin Wushu leaned on the horse's back, desperately covered his waist with his hands, and looked at the dazed face on the black moonlight.

Why, it still turned into the deepest and most intense tragedy like today?Why did it end up being such a tragic showdown?It doesn't even matter about Song and Jin, it doesn't matter whether Yue Pengju or King Qin——

Just, myself and her!
It's the Fourth Prince Jin and her Hua Rong!
A crazy duel!

For the first time in his life, he was seriously injured at the hands of a woman.For the first time in his life, he was hurt by the woman he had pursued for many years.Even, she no longer has any hesitation, like a tiger full of hatred, holding a bow and arrow, slaying the generals from the crowd without hesitation, determined to end her own life.

He let the blood gurgle out from his hands, numb and felt no pain.From such a close distance, he found that she was also covered in blood, on her body, on her hands, on her face, around the corners of her eyes... There were only two colors left in her world: blood red and snow white!

However, she was still making the final struggle, wanting to kill, and she was determined to kill, and she completely ended her life.

She didn't fall down, she stood upright all the time, like a goddess of war infused with magical power.

He was completely enraged by this crazy murderous intent, and stood up with Fang Tian's painting halberd, facing her.Isn't it fatal?then take it!
Hers, or yours!

Hua dissolves in the sea of ​​people, like a tiger struggling for the last time, Jin Wushu is not dead!He's not dead yet!That arrow was not enough to kill him.She was terrified and desperate, and because of this despair, her eyes glowed blood-red, like the last gambler, wanting to bet all her chips—her chips were only life and blood, It's no pity to gamble away.

She once again slashed through the jungle of swords, like a white-haired demon, a life-threatening ghost.Lu Wenlong watched countless weapons attack his mother, he could only see her white hair surging in the crowd, only her, only white hair!As if waking up from a dream, he rushed forward with a spear in his hand, screaming desperately: "Mom, mother..."

The sound of "Mom" rang in her ears, Hua Rong waved the spear - she didn't even know where she snatched the spear from, her messy hair covered her eyes, blood filled her eyes, she couldn't see , I could only hear heart-wrenching cries: "Mom, mom..."

That was Lu Wenlong's cry, and it was also Xiao Hutou's cry.The spear in his hand danced more and more slowly, and became heavier and heavier, almost unable to move. Only relying on the footsteps of the black moonlight, he was lucky enough to survive.Don't want to die, who really wants to die?There is also the little tiger head, I haven't seen it yet, my son, where is he waiting for me?He is looking forward to it every day, month after month, will he not be able to wait to return to his mother in this lifetime?
Even Lu Wenlong, the child he regarded as his own, grew up overnight, and in the crowd, he was like the mightiest warrior, brandishing a heavy spear, invincible, and killing himself, crying sadly: "Mom, mother... ..."

Even King Qin, at this moment, seemed to be separated from him for 1 years.Thousands of miles, mountains and rivers, he came because of himself!He is even different from Yue Pengju and Zhahe.He was caught in such a catastrophe entirely because of himself.

Pain and sorrow spread all over the body again, reason has long been lost, beasts, people have become beasts.She was a beast too, a wounded lone wolf with white hair...

The water spreads from the forehead and the corners of the eyes to the face drop by drop, salty, red, and when it falls into the mouth, it is bitter.Surrounded by Jin Jun's exclamation: "Little Prince..."

"This is the little prince..."

"Stop him quickly..."

This is the direct descendant of Jin Wushu, most of them know Lu Wenlong, and those who don't, after this cry, they all know.The fourth prince, after all, he hasn't issued the order to kill Lu Wenlong, and most of them don't know that the fourth prince has another son, and they always thought that this is the only heir of the fourth prince.

Who would dare to kill the fourth prince's only son?So, they hesitated, let him go on a rampage, and even killed all the way to Hua Rong's side.

At this time, Hua Rong was being besieged by three guards, and the situation was very critical. Suddenly, he heard Lu Wenlong's shout, and pointed his spear in anger: "Don't kill my mother, no one is allowed to kill my mother..."

(End of this chapter)