Quick Pass: The host has no desire to survive

Chapter 271 The son is delicate and weak and not easy to push down (38)

Bei Er looked at the people around her so as not to bump into him, and turned her eyes to respond.

"what happened?"

Sikong Zhao's red lips opened and closed, and he slowly uttered a sentence, "Just clicked to say, I am your man?"

Bei'er suddenly stopped in his tracks, looked at him seriously with a pair of eyes, and said in a questioning tone, "You are my Dugu Bei'er's husband, of course you are mine, don't you want to be My people?"

Sikong Zhao watched her stop, directly stopped in the flow of people coming and going, with a pair of ice blue eyes, there was an extremely serious expression inside, as if he didn't understand why he asked such a question.

His long black eyelashes fluttered slightly for a moment, and suddenly he felt that there were so many people around him, so noisy, it was really annoying.

The gloomy aura that was silent in the blood began to faintly emerge again.

It seemed that the obedient skin he was wearing was about to fail.

There is a saying that there is a leak in the house and it rains all night.

Bei'er sensed that something was wrong with Sikong Zhao's aura, she regretted bringing him to the Qiqiao Festival today, which made him angry.

He didn't like other people to be close to each other, but there were so many people, and more and more people crowded over, and he had seen it today. .

Bei Er pulled him to a small booth and told him to stay in a corner. She stood outside to help him cover the passing crowd, but she just stood still for a while.

It was found that the crowd began to crowd in the direction they were staying.

She frowned slightly, and looked back.

Almost just panting, a dagger stabbed over in an instant.

And the target of this dagger is Sikong Zhao who is standing inside.

Bei'er was stunned for a moment, then kicked the man far away.

I'm afraid that the assassin didn't expect that a thin-looking woman like Bei'er would have such great strength, and it seemed that her martial arts were not low.

And this assassin is not alone, Bei'er soon found several men in the crowd, approaching here quickly.

Bei'er hurriedly pulled Sikong Zhao's wrist, and said sharply, "Let's go."

Then, he pulled him to the opposite direction quickly, and disappeared into the crowd in a blink of an eye.

The assassins found that the target disappeared suddenly, and they all started to move again to find the target.

It's just that during the assassin's search, he was suddenly bumped into by a player.

By the time he realized it, someone had stabbed a knife into his chest.

"Boom" immediately fell to the ground.

The person who did it has already disappeared into the crowd without a trace.

Almost at the same time, five people were lying on the street like this, completely dead.

Horrified screams erupted on Sixiang Street. In an instant, the happy Qiqiao Festival just now turned into a scene of terrifying dead bodies.

At this moment, somewhere on a high roof, Xue Han still looked at the panicked street with a cold expression.

Xue Fei stood beside him in a green suit, and said softly, "Have you dealt with it?"

Xuehan said in a cold voice, "Those people in Qi State have already found out the whereabouts of the master."

"It's time to go back." Xue Fei's gentle voice slowly spit out a plausible sentence.

"En." Xuehan replied lightly.

But what's the use of them talking about it?
In fact, as early as half a month ago, they were going to bring their master back to Xueyue Gate. The situation there is now getting more and more complicated. Only by going back earlier can the current situation be stabilized earlier.

Judging from the posture of the master, he can only leave after the empress dowager goes out.

At the beginning, Xue Han thought that the master was because of the spirit stone.

In the middle, Xuehan felt that it was just a piece of spirit stone, not worthy of such a big sacrifice from the master, and he had never seen the master so cautious before.

After that, it's now.

Even at the beginning, the master had no intention of marrying the crown princess, but now the two of them have accomplished a good deed on the day of their marriage, and the master's sacrifice this time is too great.

It turned out that he hated the empress dowager so much that he wished he could cut people into pieces. As a result, the two became closer recently, and even the master cared more and more about the empress dowager's feelings.

Seeing the master being dragged by the crown princess to run around in this noisy and crowded street, he didn't seem to complain at all.

Xue Han had a thought in his heart that shouldn't appear. Although the master didn't notice it, the subordinates saw it very clearly.

Could it be that the master really cared about the emperor's daughter's order?

But very quickly, Xue Han put an end to this thought.

He thought it was impossible.

After all, the master rejected even a fairy like his junior sister.

On the other side.

Bei'er dragged Sikong Zhao to a small alley.

As soon as he stood still, he heard Sikong Zhao coughing loudly, and the sound hit Beier's heart one after another.Because of this running around, the mask on his face had already fallen somewhere.

Looking up at his face, he found that he was getting paler and sicker, and he was very weak.

She subconsciously went to fetch the pills.

Suddenly remembered that the last bottle of pills had been given to him.

Her space has already disappeared, it seems that there is only a time to find some time to refine the medicine.

She stretched out her white fingertips, gently pinched a acupuncture point on his thumb, and then pressed a certain acupuncture point on his arm. You were hungry for a while.

The person who had been coughing extremely badly just now gradually calmed down.

Sikong Zhao raised his eyes slightly, his eyes as dark as a cold moon fluctuated for a moment, but after a long time, he said softly, "Is this also His Highness's unique healing secret method?"

Bei'er's eyes flickered, and he hummed vaguely.

She was about to help him onto the stone beside him, and when she was sitting and resting for a while, a sharp sword with a cold light fell from the sky.

A group of black-clothed killers stabbed at him directly, Bei'er's eyes narrowed slightly, and he pushed Sikong Zhao to the corner, avoiding the blow.

Sikong Zhao lowered his head, never looked at those killers, his Adam's apple rolled up and down slightly, his voice fell slowly, "Your Highness, he is here to take my life."

Bei'er stared at the killers in black, and responded casually, "Yes."

Sikong Zhao immediately started again, "Even if he dies, there are still countless other killers behind him."

Bei'er responded softly again, "Yes."

In fact, she regretted it to the extreme long ago. She really shouldn't have brought such a dangerous person to roam the streets casually at night.

Sure enough, something went wrong.

At this time, Sikong Zhao's long black eyelashes trembled slightly, and he said softly, "Isn't it better to hand me over now?"

(End of this chapter)