Fast Traveling Cannon Fodder: Blackened Male God's Favorite

Chapter 139: The Palace Master's Unbridled Flirting (6)

An Ning's face was ashen, and he said each word, "Brother killed my father, do you still want to kill me?"

Xuan Xieyu's eyes were cold, his fingertips were cold, his thin lips were cold, and even his breathing was cold.

He opened his lips and said coolly, "Yes."

When Xuan Xieyu plotted to seize the position of palace lord and killed the previous palace lord in a sneak attack, the original owner didn't intend to take revenge after knowing it unintentionally, but silently covered it up for Xuan Xieyu.

An Ning always felt that behind the mutual hatred, the original owner had other thoughts about Xuan Xie Yu, but it was a pity that the person Xuan Xie Yu loved was never her...

"Oh, the master of the palace is superb in martial arts, and there is no match in the world. Naturally, I have no strength to resist. It's just..." An Ning paused, her pale lips curled into a hint of sarcasm, "The master must have forgotten that the saint is not just a decoration. For hundreds of years, the successive saints and palace masters have been on equal footing, checking and balancing each other, what does the palace master think they rely on?"

"The palace lord thinks why I am born weak, why do I stay in seclusion all the year round? Why do everyone in Jingshang Palace still respect me even though I haven't shown up?" Since you can't come to recall and take the route of warmth, you can only take the route of wits and courage. up.

Xuan Xieyu raised her phoenix eyes slightly, and said coldly, "Why?"

"The poison of the saint, the world, I am the only one who can cure it!" An Ning looked at his face, and smiled faintly, "The palace master may not care about the face, or the woman's life, but what about everyone in Jingshang Palace, Palace Master Can you not care?"

"I trust you again." Xuan Xieyu retreated to the sedan chair, and the fiery red robe spread, dancing with the wind, like the clouds in the sky...

"Three days later, I will see the antidote." And he is a god standing in the sky, noble and indifferent, murderous, but evil.

An Ning threw the medicine bottle out, the bottle brushed against his sleeve, and faintly fell to the ground.

The man frowned, stretched out his slender fingers, and pinched it quickly.

The bottle is very small, the workmanship is not exquisite, and it is not even the jade bottle commonly used by the original owner, but it is the first gift that Xuan Xie Yu personally made for the original owner.

"Even though my brother doesn't care about his face, I can't help but care about my brother. My concubine likes my brother the most." An Ning smiled with her lips raised, her laughter was clear and sweet, like a girl's voice like a silver bell.

"As a saint, she is disheveled, how decent!"

"But..." An Ning twisted his pairs together, and said in a low voice, "It's my brother, it doesn't matter if it's my brother, doesn't it?"

Xuan Xieyu didn't look back, only his robes fluttered, and he quickly disappeared from An Ning's eyes, and the maidservants also left with the empty sedan on their shoulders.

"Heh, fight with me!" An Ning curled her lips and walked back humming.

"Look, I did what I promised you. Even the Mistress of Jingshang Palace can't do anything to you." An Ning pushed open the door, squinting her eyes.

There is no one in the palace, only a faint scent of medicine lingers.

What about people?

An Ning observed for a while, and realized that the person should have escaped, so she closed the door with confidence, and happily ran to fiddle with poison.

To deal with Xuan Xieyu, you still have to get high-end products, maybe next time the tenderness will not work.

An Ning held a bottle in one hand and bent over to prepare the medicine. When she stood up, she felt something hard against her waist, which scared her so much that she almost couldn't breathe.

"Which hero is he now?" An Ning sniffed and pretended to cry, "The servant girl is just a drug girl from the Holy Maiden's Palace. She has a wronged person and a debtor. When she goes out, she turns left, right and then right... In the end, it will be the Huanyu Palace, our palace master will live there, heroes should go find him."

No sound, no movement, a little familiar feeling.

"Little dumb?" An Ning asked tentatively, turning her head slowly.

Sure enough, what caught my eye was the handsome face that was enough to make people fascinated.

Black eyes and black hair, skin like jade, black pupils are as dazzling as black crystals.

He looked indifferent, holding the hilt of his sword.

The ice sword was unsheathed and lay across her neck, it was chilly, and if she got any closer, she would belch straight away.

Ha ha……

This is endless, isn't it!One or two will kill you!Sooner or later, she will die!
An Ning avoided the sword, turned his head, and said sadly, "Actually, I lied to him. The saintesses in the past were not as useless as me. I am useless. It was my father who protected me, but my father is no longer here. It's..."

"That's good too. If you finish me off, I can go to see Daddy one day sooner. Without Daddy's protection, I will die after all. If it's not you, it will be Xuan Xieyu, or even anyone... ..."

"Everyone came to bully me..."

"Everyone wants me to die..."

Pa-ta-, a drop of tear fell.

"Forget it, what's the use of telling you this, you can't speak, so naturally you can't understand."

Pa-ta-, another drop.

The boy stared blankly at her tears, watching them shatter on the ground.

The hand holding the sword was sweating, and his heart was thumping and screaming non-stop.

He seemed nervous and still couldn't make the move.

He has killed too many people, men and women, old and young, he never hesitated, let alone show mercy.

but……

He raised his head again, staring fixedly at the target this time - the saint of the world's number one magic palace, Jingshang palace.

He hadn't spoken to anyone, and no one could have said that much to him.

Perhaps what he heard the most was his master's words, "Kill!"

"Use the sword in your hand to kill!"

The master's order still rings in his ears, he has already given up twice last night, and he can't give up a third time.

kill--

Intense and bloodthirsty killing intent, bone-piercing icy cold, the body of the original owner under the cloak could not help but tremble.

An Ning turned her head, raised her eyes, blinked her eyes, tears flowed down her eyelashes, but she smiled, "Oh, little dumb, I'm your first woman anyway." Rounding up should be counted, given his performance several times, Thinking about it, it shouldn't be like an experienced person. In order to save his life, he could only fool around.

The boy was stunned again, his right hand seemed to be unable to exert any strength suddenly, so he had to raise his left hand.

Unexpectedly, it fell under her eyes, and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes...

An Ning blinked again, and a tear rolled down, falling on his fingertips, slightly scalding.

The black pupils gradually turned into ice blue, the ice sword was withdrawn from its scabbard, and the young man stood upright, as if frozen.

Wow, the danger seems lifted!
An Ning raised her lips secretly, and rushed to hug him tightly, "Little dumb, I knew that you wouldn't kill me so cruelly."

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"The palace master has an order to ask the saint to go to the dungeon!"

It was that girl Bizhu again!

Come to bother her at night!The original owner was so weak, she asked people to burn charcoal to warm the bed, and finally got warm, and just woke her up when she fell asleep!
An Ning frowned, gritted her teeth, "The medicine is not prepared, get out!"

There was finally no sound outside the house, An Ning was dizzy and continued to sleep.

Suddenly, there was a sound like digging earth, which shook the heaven and the earth.

An Ning said, "Can't you just calm down? The Palace Master said it was a three-day deadline, what's the rush?!"

Bizhu said coldly again, "The palace lord was assassinated, and the assassin seems to have some relationship with the saint. The subordinates only come to report once, and the saint will be at her own risk!"

(End of this chapter)