Fast-passing sick and tender male god Shura field

Chapter 23: The Reborn Prince of the Hou Mansion (23)

"The son of Lord Xinguo's involvement with the official daughter was caught, and it was my fault. It's a pity that you are so useless, and you couldn't get Emperor Dongyao to pardon Lord Xinguo's mansion for offending courtiers. Ayi, you let me down so much... ..."

The frail, sick and beautiful young man sighed, raised his hand, and the knife came out of its sheath. The sharp blade pierced into the belly of the woman who was full of despair and shock, and the blood splashed profusely on the back of the hand.

"Yeah, yeah," Guo's father ran over like crazy, and hugged his daughter who was twitching in the rain.

Everyone was shocked by this scene.

The rain fell to the ground, as if to wash away the blood on the ground.

Xi Jin looked up at the cloudy sky, feeling a bad premonition in his heart, not wanting to procrastinate any longer, and shouted towards the tower: "Si Xiao, hand over Emperor Dongyao to me, and I will return your mother and sister."

Mrs. Yongrong Hou and Si Yao stared at the tower, struggling violently.

Si Xiaomeifeng forbearance, clenched his fists.

Under everyone's gaze, Nan Xian got down from the tower without saying a word, and said in a clear tone, "I'm here, let me go."

Xi Jin stared at her without blinking, confirming that there were no tricks, and then said: "Okay."

The rain was entangled like a spider's web, and it was so noisy that everyone's hearts were tense.

At this moment, a surge of righteousness and pride rose in their hearts, so what if it's a woman?

The emperors of Dongyao control the floods and reduce taxes, govern the country diligently, and are willing to take risks with their own lives to save loyal ministers. Such a woman is not a woman.

Nan Xian walked forward step by step, when he staggered away from Mrs. Yongrong Hou and Si Yao, his figure suddenly turned around, grabbed the back collar of the two and performed lightness kung fu to quickly swipe back.

With the internal strength Si Xiaodu gave her, now her body is full of true energy, and she is still as light as a swallow with the two of them.

The crowd was in an uproar, the emperor's martial arts were so advanced.

Behind him, Xi Jin didn't shout angrily, but sneered triumphantly, and Nan Xian's heart suddenly sank.

In the next second, two daggers pierced her fatally quickly and fiercely.

Subconsciously turned sideways, swung Madam Yongronghou away with one palm, narrowly avoided a fatal stab wound, but the other dagger couldn't dodge it, the sound of "噗嗤" entering the flesh was clearly audible, and blood flowed out from the abdomen like a column .

Nan Xian's face turned pale from the pain, he gritted his teeth and swung his palm again, knocking "Si Yao" down.

Xijin didn't expect Emperor Dongyao's martial arts to be so high, but even if he dodged a blow, he could not escape death.

"Protect Your Majesty!"

"Kill the Northern Qi thief!"

"Northern Qi people get out of Dongyao!"

Someone in the crowd yelled.

Immediately after the shouts like a wave were deafening, a crowd of people rushed out and rushed towards Xi Jin and the others.

The figure of the young man was faster than these people, the long sword was out of the sheath, reflecting the red eyes, two people pretending to be Mrs. Yongronghou and Si Yao stepped forward, and the splashes of bright red splashed on Si Xiao's white robe On the ground, it seemed to be covered with a layer of evil spirit.

"Escort, escort!"

Nan Xian was blocked by a group of people rushing up, and in the blurred vision, he could only see the white shadow hacking like crazy.

Xi Jin didn't expect that Si Xiao would be stronger than he imagined. When he rushed towards him with scarlet eyes, no one of his guards could resist him. A beast whose head has lost its ability to sense pain.

Xi Jin got a sword in his arm, and the calmness in his eyes gradually turned into panic.

The sword pierced straight into his flesh and blood, nailing his arm to the ground three points!

He was completely panicked.

Raising his voice and screaming with his eyes wide open in the rain: "Si Xiao, Si Xiao, you can't kill me. If you kill me, you will never know where your mother and sister are! Si Xiao—"

"Why don't you consider my proposal, you and I will join hands to capture Dongyao, then I will fully support you as the king of Dongyao, and we will annex the other two countries and divide the world equally..."

"Si Xiao, don't kill me! Don't kill me, don't you care about your mother and sister?"

Xi Jin fell on his back in the rain, looking at the boy's bloodshot eyes in horror, trying to divert his attention.

Suddenly, he screamed and pulled hard, his arm was cut in two by the long sword, and he lay dilapidated and ferocious in the blood.

He got up resentfully, and blocked the guards he had brought with him, muttering: "Block him!"

The guards swarmed forward, and in less than a moment, most of them had become the souls of young men who died under the sword.

There was no longer a shield in front of Xi Jin, and he was forced to the ground by the blood-dripping sword in horror, and a chill crept up his back.

"Don't kill me, if I die, my people will kill your mother and sister immediately..."

The young man laughed coldly, and the tip of the sword pierced into his abdomen with a "puff" and stirred it hard. Amid Xijin's miserable cry, he smiled joyfully: "Xijin, you give her one knife, and I will give you back ten swords."

"what--"

The long sword was drawn out, and penetrated fiercely into the body.

Once, twice... ten times.

Xijin screamed vigorously.

The blood from the abdomen flowed out viscously, and the long sword pierced a gap the size of a bowl, bleeding profusely, and the viscera under the rolled-up flesh could be vaguely seen.

"Si Xiao, I want you to regret it!" Suddenly a signal tube appeared in Xi Jin's hand.

It's just that before the signal could be released, the pale hand was severed by the long sword.

"Ah!" The shrill scream made the scalp tingle.

The few remaining living guards and the crowd of civilians who rushed forward were shocked by the young man's cruel methods, and all of them froze in shock.

Xijin died in the rain like a puddle of mud, without breath, but her eyes were wide open.

Several Xijin guards turned around and were about to run. Si Xiao seemed to have eyes behind his back. He beheaded the assassin on the left with a sword, kicked up the long sword on the ground, and the sword went straight into the back of the fleeing man.

The young man's voice was like a ghost, cold and frightening: "Tell me the whereabouts of my mother and sister, and I will spare him a whole body. Otherwise, after the capture of Beiqi, I will crush your relatives, exhume their graves and flog their corpses."

"I said, I said..." The three alive scrambled.

When Nan Xian woke up from the pain, the imperial doctors were busy in front of the bed, all of them looked tense and ashamed, as if they were the ones who were going to die.

A little court lady hurried out with a basin of bloody water.

The rain outside the hall seemed to have not stopped, and there were wet marks of shoes on the gold bricks in the hall. Nan Xian felt that his body was also wet and cold, as if immersed in the seawater of the abyss, his bones trembled, and his breathing became difficult.

"Nan Xian, Nan Xian, don't sleep, don't sleep, look at me..."

Nan Xian rolled his eyes, and Si Xiao walked up eagerly. His white robe was soaked through, and the blood seemed to condense on it, staining the flowers in his eyes.

I don't know if it was Nan Xian's delusion, it seemed that there was more than rain on his face, and there seemed to be crystal clear tears seeping out from his reddish eyes.

She opened her mouth, her voice was hoarse and low, like a traveler who has been thirsty for half a month in the desert: "Si Xiao..."

"I'm here", there was a gleam of light in the young man's eyes, and he rushed over to hold her hand, but he seemed to think of something, wiped his hand on the handkerchief several times, and carefully picked up her hand. hand.

Like holding a piece of fragile porcelain.

After losing blood, Nan Xian's face was extremely pale, her lips moved, and every word seemed to be uttered with difficulty as if stepping on a sharp thorn: "I like you, and I also... hate you... the way you treated me that day... good painful……"

The first half of the sentence made Si Xiao's whole heart float into the clouds, but the latter sentence fell straight into the abyss and ice cave.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry Nanxian, I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry..." Long eyelashes trembled slightly, with pleading and helplessness: "Don't be angry, okay, I regretted it a long time ago."

　Good night, see you tomorrow~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)