The poisonous concubine allures the city, the ghost king loves the sky

Chapter 384 The King of the Prairie Is Besieged

When the only hidden guard behind him learned of Han Yefei's intentions, he slammed his horse up and rushed in front of him.

"My lord, I'm going to take a step first."

Almost instantly, a killer was chopped off by the hidden guard and fell off the horse.

And the opponent's knife was equally fast, and before the hidden guard had time to withdraw his hand, both arms were chopped off shoulder-to-shoulder.

The hand that fell on the ground still maintained the posture of holding the knife, and the hidden guard fell to the ground, and was then trampled into a pulp by the chaotic horseshoes.

Taking advantage of this moment, Han Yefei lashed the horse's back fiercely with a whip. He jumped up and flew over the heads of those killers.

But the sudden appearance of a giant net above his head made Han Yefei's face change.

The sharp knife above was glowing with a faint blue color, obviously poisoned, but he was already in mid-air at this time, and there was no way to change direction.

He had no choice but to pull out the scimitar in his hand and slash upwards vigorously. With a sound of stabbing, a big hole was cut in the giant net, and he broke through the net like a soaring eagle.

Even so, Han Yefei still felt pain like being pricked by a needle, and the sharp point on the giant net still stabbed him.

Han Yefei's body was covered in blood. Enduring the severe pain, he twisted and rolled the scimitar in his hand, and the big net that wanted to restrain him changed its direction and fell towards the killer below him.

A few screams rang out, and they were quickly submerged by the rain.

Han Yefei's tall figure lightly landed on the back of the horse running ahead.

His body, face, back of his hands, and arms were all cut, and some black and red blood flowed out from the wound.

Han Yefei put away the old smugness, his lips were slightly pale, and even the brows were slightly blue-gray.

Looking at the wound on his body, his face showed a solemnity that had never been seen before.

But it was only for a moment, and then his face became firm, he clamped his horse's belly hard, and ran in the opposite direction from Yuzhou City.

Even if I die, I will not fall into the hands of that bastard.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the rainwater on the ground gathered into a small stream, and the horseshoes stepped on it, and the water splashed in all directions.

Han Yefei felt that the strength in his body was gradually disappearing, and the scene in front of him was also blurred.

Even the horse under him was running slower and slower.

The pursuers who had distanced themselves gradually got closer and closer.

Han Yefei felt more and more weak, and his body was so crooked that he was about to fall off the horse. If it wasn't for his strong will, he might have already fallen off the horse.

But he still gritted his teeth and whipped his horse wildly.

Want to be faster, and faster.

The pursuers behind him kept a steady distance from him, no longer chasing and killing him as frantically as before.

Their appearance is a bit like a cat playing with a mouse.

The waiting guard next to the white-clothed man looked at the figure in front of him with some reluctance, and murmured: "My lord, is he crazy? Why didn't he run towards Yuzhou?"

Didn't you just run away desperately in the direction of Yuzhou?Why has it changed direction now?
The white-clothed man's face was as indifferent as ice, his eyes fixed on the familiar figure, and he clenched the hands on both sides of his body tightly.

He glanced lightly at the waiting guard beside him, and said after a while, "He knows he can't survive."

Going back to Yuzhou at this time will only add trouble to Feng Wuxie and the others. He doesn't want to die, but also drag them down.

Han Yefei, you are always the same to her.

"He can be regarded as a man." The waiter whispered, with a bit of respect for Han Yefei in his voice.

Her fair face reveals a bit of her daughter's delicacy, and the earlobes hidden under the hat reveal pierced ears that only women have.

"Chuchu, tell me, would Wuxie like this great gift?" The man's expression was still as cold as ice, his black eyes were deep and dead silent, and only when Feng Wuxie was mentioned, there would be an obvious crack.

His hand slowly touched his face, where it was uneven, revealing a large red and white scald, when he touched the scar, his hand retracted as if scalded by boiling water.

As if recalling the past that made him unbearable to look back on, the hatred in his eyes became stronger and stronger.

Chu Chu didn't know how to answer his question. When the two escaped from the tunnel in the palace, they were in a panic.

If it weren't for the hidden guards who came to meet her, I'm afraid the two of them would have died by now.

It was only then that Chu Chu knew that she was the lost princess of Xianbei.

Fate is so magical, some people fall from a high place overnight, and some people get the glory that the world dreams of overnight.

Although being a princess gave Chu Chu unprecedented satisfaction, her heart was still only on the man she cared about.

Looking at Gong Moran's side face, Chu Chu's heart feels like being stabbed by a sharp thorn, and she is suffocating in pain.

That man who is as gentle as jade and as gentle as a bright moon has become what he is now.

When the fire started, a fallen candlestick scalded his face, and since then he has been more silent.

It's just that in his silence, there was a dangerous murderous look quietly growing.

That was his hatred, his unwillingness.

"My lord, no matter what you do, Chu Chu will always stand by your side." Although Chu Chu is already a princess, she is still used to calling Gong Moran her lord.

Hearing these words, the man beside him still had no expression on his face, and just glanced at Chu Chu lightly.

Seeing her looking at him shyly, with a smile on her lips, the indifference on her face deepened: "Don't laugh."

When Chu Chu heard what he said, she hurriedly put away the smile on her face, but her clear eyes looked at Gong Muran with admiration.

Although she had a pretty face and a bit of coldness on her body, no matter what, she was very different from the person in her impression.

Gong Moran sneered coldly: "Fake is fake."

Chu Chu raised her head suddenly, and looked at Gong Muran in puzzlement: "My lord, what did you say?"

But Gong Moran's eyes had already moved away from her, and fell on the man in front who was about to fall off his horse.

Chu Chu doesn't understand why Gong Muran doesn't like her to smile, but as long as he is happy, it's okay for her not to smile for the rest of her life.

Suddenly, a shrill cry came through the rain curtain, and Chu Chu saw a figure appearing in front of her with sharp eyes, and exclaimed: "My lord, look."

Following Chu Chu's fingers, Gong Muran looked over, and saw a red figure appearing on the horizon ahead, running towards Han Ye crazily.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."

There was worry in the voice of surprise, the joy was that the person was finally found by Hongxiu, and the worry was that Han Yefei was obviously seriously injured.

Hongxiu followed the horseshoe all the way out of the city, and when he saw the corpses all over the ground at the foot of Laoniu Mountain, he felt that something was wrong.

Following those corpses again, Hongxiu finally tracked it down here.

The two are getting closer, 100 meters, 50 meters...

Han Yefei was in a daze, as if he heard someone calling him, he opened his eyes with difficulty, only to see a bright red in the chaotic world.

Everything in the world is already gray in his eyes, except for this red, which is so dazzling, like the rising sun on the grassland.

With the warmest light and brightness, she is approaching him step by step.

"Hongxiu, is it Hongxiu?"

Just as Han Yefei was about to open his mouth to shout, fine raindrops flowed into his mouth, and he suddenly swallowed a few mouthfuls of rainwater to moisten his parched throat.

The cool rain immediately woke him up, Han Yefei's heart jumped wildly, and he shouted to Hongxiu with all his strength: "Go back, go back..."

After he took Hong Xiu's body, he couldn't let her accompany him to this life.

How could Hongxiu know how to listen? The tears on her face mixed with the rain and flowed into her mouth. Looking at Han Yefei not far in front of her, her heart ached like a knife.

When had that rebellious prairie king been so down and out?

She speeded up the horse, just wanting to run to his side quickly: "My lord, I'll save you..."

His head became even more dizzy, Han Yefei shook his head vigorously, the black under the eyelids became more and more serious, and his lips were as pale as a sheet of white paper.

Seeing the woman running towards her desperately, he wanted to scold her to go back, but the poison on his body had already made him lose any strength.

It doesn't matter if he dies, but Han Yefei feels very uncomfortable if he has to tie up the red sleeves.

What's more, I am ashamed of her.

Lifting the scimitar, he slashed fiercely on his leg. The pain made Han Yefei clear his mind: "I order you with Wang Ling, go back."

Han Yefei thought his voice could pass through, but at this time it was raining heavily, and he was poisoned.

The words he shouted with all his might were drowned by the rain in just a split second.

Seeing Hongxiu getting closer and closer to him, Han Yefei finally cheered up, and slapped the horse hard with the back of the knife.

The horse, suffering from pain, ran vigorously again.

Hope was ignited in Hong Xiu's eyes again, and his hand was already stretched out, ready to meet Han Yefei at any time and pull him onto his horse.

The distance between the two is getting closer and closer, ten meters, five meters, three meters...

"Your Majesty, grab my hand." Hong Xiu burst into tears with excitement, and stretched out her hand to touch Han Yefei's wrist.

Han Yefei struggled to raise his hand, wanting to touch Hong Xiu's little hand, the moment his fingertips touched, he touched Hong Xiu's limp and warm little hand.

This hand is so delicate and warm, why didn't I feel it in the past years.

Han Yefei couldn't explain how he felt right now, he just wanted to hold these warm hands and never let go.

As soon as his figure was light, Hong Xiu had already lifted him onto her horse.

"My lord, I'll take you back." Hongxiu supported Han Yefei's crooked body with one hand, and hurried towards Yuzhou.

The warm fragrance of nephrite in his arms made Han Yefei lean against Hong Xiu's body involuntarily, and opened his eyes with difficulty, trying to see the appearance of the woman in front of him clearly.

But after seeing the direction she was running in, she became anxious immediately, held Hong Xiu's hand, and said in an orderly tone: "I can't do it, Hong Xiu threw me down, you go back to the city quickly, tell Wu Xie, There are spies in the city...cough cough..."

(End of this chapter)