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Chapter 385 The weak and sickly young lady suffers & the gloomy and vicious prince attacks (68)

The heavy snow fell silently, the cold wind was biting, and Ye Musheng, who was sitting on Xingji's back, was dressed in white.

Although his eyebrows are picturesque, his face is expressionless, his skin is so white and transparent, and light blue blood vessels can be vaguely seen, he looks very weak.

Ye Musheng clenched the reins tightly with his right hand, and with his left hand, he took out silver needles and poison from his sleeve from time to time, and sprinkled them on those who attacked him.

His face was pale and his expression was cold, but his peach blossom eyes showed worry and sadness from time to time.

Ye Musheng didn't have any martial arts skills, so the silver needles could only pierce the skin of enemy soldiers shallowly at most, but the silver needles were coated with poison and contained in the medicine bag, and they died within a few moments after being touched.

What's more, when did the soldiers who lived in the barracks all the year round see such beauties.

Therefore, everyone's concentration was not good, and they all lost their eyes and souls, and stood up and let Ye Musheng poison him.

But naturally, there are still a few who are not affected by beauty. There are too many enemy troops, Ye Musheng forced his way into it, and naturally he was injured.

The snow-white gauze was soaked in blood on the left leg with the horse's belly in it, as if a bright crabapple flower had bloomed.

When Ye Musheng's eyes met Lou Shulin's in the distance, the coldness on his face dissipated, and he smiled faintly.

He didn't wait for Lou Shulin's return until sunset, and he couldn't stand anymore.

Their reinforcements have not yet arrived, and the enemy's reinforcements have already arrived on the battlefield, how could Lou Shulin be fine?

Besides, the lover's soul is not the villain himself, what if he doesn't have the so-called villain's aura?

That's why he stunned Fuliu with medicine, and secretly rode Xing Ji to the battlefield...

"Xingji, run faster, your master is ahead!" Ye Musheng said anxiously, pulling the rein.

Xingji is a spiritual horse. Hearing what Ye Musheng said, he immediately brushed his horse's hooves, speeded up, and ran towards Lou Shulin, kicking a few soldiers away.

As the horse galloped, the silk-like black hair and white clothes floated up together, like a misty fairy.

And Lou Shulin, who was exhausted, saw the weak Ye Musheng riding Xing Ji to the battlefield alone, and was so frightened that his tiredness dissipated instantly, and his heart rose in his throat.

Mu Sheng!

What happened to him? Can his body take it? !

And the battlefield is so dangerous, what if you get hurt!

Lou Shulin didn't dare to think about it anymore, he quickly swung his long sword to kill Zhou's soldiers, and ran towards Ye Musheng!

Mu Sheng can't be bothered!

There must be nothing wrong!

The speed of the Chollima was not comparable to that of ordinary horses, but there were soldiers blocking it, and several enemy soldiers attacked together. After a while, Ye Musheng was scratched again, and was almost pulled off the horse.

Gradually, Ye Musheng's hair was disheveled, and the white clothes on his body were scattered with patches of red plum.

Lou Shulin has martial arts, but he doesn't have much strength, and it's a bit difficult to carry out the lightness martial arts. The two of them spent a lot of effort, and finally they are about to meet.

"Shulin, come up quickly!" Ye Musheng stretched out his hand towards Lou Shulin who was on the snowy ground, and Lou Shulin quickly jumped onto the horse's back without saying a word, and grabbed the reins.

"Mu Sheng..." The smell of Chinese medicine in his arms covered up some of the bloody smell, snowflakes fell between the two of them, feeling that the body of the person in his arms was extremely cold, Lou Shulin called out distressedly.

For him, Mu Sheng actually...

Lou Shulin's hand holding the rein happened to be his injured hand. Seeing the blood staining his clothes, Ye Musheng's eyes flashed with distress, but he still calmly said: "I have a silver needle and a needle in my arms." The poison package, wait until we rush out."

(End of this chapter)