Dark Guard's Knife Blocker Advanced Manual

Duan Chuchu's heart, which has always been cold, finally realized the despair and numbness in Xiao Anwei's heart when he repeatedly locked Duan Yue in the dark room for torture.

Having endured such inhuman torture, how could Duan Yue not hate him.

How could it be possible to come back.

Perhaps being abandoned and killed here was the little dark guard's revenge for his repeated deceptions and tricks.

"Duan Yue..."

Prince Jing murmured with his parched lips, and his eyes gradually closed.

The world fell into darkness.

The seemingly invisible footsteps near his ears finally stopped, and a vague figure stood in front of him.

"Duan...Chuchu?"

There was a bit of shock and disbelief in the familiar voice.

Prince Jing was startled, thinking he was hallucinating.

The little dark guard was like an angel coming against the light, cutting through the darkness and coming before his eyes.

He is so shameless, after doing such a thing, he still dares to ask for Duan Yue's salvation in the illusion.

"Duan Yue..."

Both feet of the slender young man were broken, his legs drooped weakly, his bruised body was chained to a decaying cross, and there was not a piece of his exposed skin that was not covered with blood foam. Unable to control the soft-hearted and loving face, it was burned beyond recognition by the iron.

Seeing this scene, Duan Yue's head buzzed, he was so angry that he almost exploded, and he managed to calm down after taking several deep breaths.

"It's me, here I come. Duan Chuchu."

He restrained his trembling hands, cupped the boy's unrecognizable face, and said hoarsely, "Who, who did this."

He's going to kill that man!

Prince Jing's expression was in a trance, so in his mind, the little dark guard had always been so loyal.

He knew it clearly, but he always hurt him maliciously.

"Duan Yue, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

The corners of his eyes were so dry that he could only shed a line of blood and tears, and a painful whimper came from his throat. He wanted to repent but found that he was unable to repay.

"Duan Yue, Duan Yue... I shouldn't have tortured you, I was wrong."

Duan Yue paused.

At this moment of life and death, Lord Dog is actually regretting what he did in the past, which is really not his character.

It is estimated that they were all burnt stupid.

How could this proud white peacock in the deep palace have been tortured so cruelly? He probably thought he was going to die.

Duan Yue held back his anger and swung his long sword to cut off the chain.

The young man was weak and boneless, and fell into his arms.

It is true that he has no bones left, and they were all broken by that bitch Tan Mochuan.

Whenever Duan Yue thinks that the only face he admires will never be seen again, he will be so angry that the top of his head will smoke.

"Don't talk, I'll take you out first."

He just picked him up, and the surrounding wall lamps flickered, and the entire torture room was lit up.

Tan Mochuan led someone to stand in front of the prison door, looking at him with a smile on his face: "Long time no see, Duan Shiliu, I thought I was overthinking, but I didn't expect that you actually wanted to save an irrelevant personal prisoner." Dangerous situation, the life of the fourth prince is worth saving."

As soon as the words fell, a dozen men in black rushed in quickly, and surrounded him intently.

Different from those miscellaneous soldiers and crab generals, these people are all calm and muscular, and they look like martial arts practitioners.

Duan Yue took half a step back vigilantly, looked around, looking for a breakthrough.

Qin Mochuan laughed loudly: "I know you are strong in martial arts, so I specially transferred a group of the most elite soldiers under my command to compete with you. Duan Shiliu, you will never escape here with a crippled person." .Look, is General Ben treating you well?"

Duan Yue looked calm: "Did you ruin His Highness's face?"

"Yes." Tan Mochuan spit out a word, and smiled: "So what?"

"Not really, it's just..."

Before the words fell, Duan Yue's figure flashed like a gust of purple lightning!

No one could see how he was moving, and when he caught sight of his figure from the corner of his eyes, he had teleported to Tan Mochuan.

Tan Mochuan was horrified and immediately defended himself.

However, Duan Yue was faster than him, and the long sword suddenly came out of its sheath, slashing a deep wound with bone visible on his cheek.

Xu Wanchun yelled, "Catch him!"

Many black-clothed men rushed up, Duan Yue's arms tightened slightly, holding a sword in one hand, and holding Duan Chuchu in his arms with the other.

"Master, hold me tight."

The blood dripped on the face, and the cold touch was especially real.

Prince Jing was startled for a moment, then suddenly raised his eyes.

master......

Duan Yue, it's not an illusion!This is real!

Duan Yue noticed that there was something strange about him, but before he had time to think about it, his eyes froze, and he charged into the crowd with a long sword in his hand. The blade slashed blood, just like the evil ghost Shura mercilessly harvesting countless lives.

But in the blink of an eye, the ground was soaked in blood and turned into a river of blood, and the corpses of the men in black were scattered all over the execution room.

The young man in Xuan Yi embraced Prince Jing with a cold expression, stepping on a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

"It's just," he continued the unfinished sentence just now, "it will make you pay the same price."

Qin Mochuan narrowed his eyes and looked at his feet.

Only then did he realize that the protective iron armor on his ankle had been torn open, and blood was gushing out.

In the face-to-face encounter just now, Duan Yue not only scratched his face, but also broke his hamstring when the blade was lifted up!

When the pain came, Tan Mochuan groaned, and fell to his knees uncontrollably, bending over because of the pain, trembling all over from the pain.

That humiliating gesture was like begging for mercy.

And the angle happened to be in the direction of Prince Jing.

Duan Yue put his long sword back into its sheath, and gently stroked King Fujing's ruined cheek with his free hand, with murderous intent in his eyes: "Your life, I will come to take it next time."

Xu Wanchun said coldly, "You think you can still walk away."

Countless soldiers will rush in with arrows and crossbows.

If he was alone, he really couldn't escape.

but......

"Shushu, has the space update been completed?"

"Just in time! Dad can use it!"

Duan Yue sneered, squinted his eyes, and said murderously: "Qin Mochuan, if His Highness's face is not healed, I will let your Qin family smash their corpses into thousands of pieces to pay for their lives!"

He stepped back step by step, his figure gradually blurred.

Xu Wanchun was startled: "Stop him!"

The dense rain of arrows "rusted" down.

Shockingly, Duan Yue was like a ghost, unaffected at all!All the feather arrows went straight through his body and nailed directly into the wall behind him!

He hooked his lips grimly and disappeared into the air.

There was a murderous aura floating around, accompanied by laughter.

The soldiers retreated in horror: "Ghost... there is a ghost!!"

Xu Wanchun's face was embarrassed: "Why panic! It's just a trick, he must still be here, search for me!"

After finishing speaking, he immediately bent down to look at Tan Mochuan's situation: "General? How is your injury?"

Tan Mochuan closed his eyes and laughed a few times: "Duan Shiliu...Okay, okay, okay..."

"General?"

Tan Mochuan opened his eyes suddenly, and the bottom of his eyes was full of crazy plunder: "I will definitely snatch him! Go back to the camp!"

......

As soon as he entered the space, he couldn't hold on any longer, let go of Prince Jing, and lay down on the couch, unconscious.

His injury was too severe, even if he had a good physique and amazing resilience, he couldn't stand such a toss.

It just so happened that the effect of the painkiller had expired, and the severe pain hit him, curled up on the couch trembling, wishing to die immediately, and it was easier than now.

Xiao Huangshu felt a little distressed, but he had to remind him in his ear: "Father, Prince Jing's wound hasn't been treated yet. Now that he passes out, Prince Jing's life will be gone."

Duan Yue's eyelashes trembled, he had to get up, and looked at the young man beside him.

Prince Jing was also watching him, with worry and guilt hiding in his eyes.

But as soon as Duan Yue raised his head, he immediately lowered his head in shock, turned his back, pulled his ragged clothes, and uneasily hid his terrifying face.

Duan Yue looked at him for a while, with a lot of thoughts in his heart, and he didn't know how to speak for a while.

He wanted to ask you what you were hiding, but he didn't like his face at all, so if he ruined it, he would ruin it.

He wants to say that you deserve it, but also wants to ask if it hurts.

The words lingered in his mouth for a while, but he only blurted out a plain sentence: "Come here, I will help you deal with the injury."

Prince Jing closed his eyes: "You, you are real."

Oh, forgot, their little Highness has not woken up from the nightmare.

Duan Yue sneered: "Come and try, you will know."

Prince Jing paused for two or three breaths, half covered his face, and reached out to touch him.

Those hands were tortured, they were originally slender and handsome, and the roots were as clear as white jade knots, but now they are red, swollen and bleeding, with bloodstains everywhere.

Duan Yue's breathing became heavier, his fingers clenched loudly.

He felt his anger flare up again.

An enemy that he was not willing to treat like this, was abused by others first, he was so angry that he was about to explode!

The next moment, Prince Jing's cold fingertips touched the corner of his lips.

The cold touch made the hatred in his heart gradually fade, and he regained his composure temporarily.

"Duan Sixteen..." Prince Jing murmured, he still couldn't believe that this man would come back to save him, "Why..."

Duan Yue was disturbed by his cowering posture, so he rushed forward, pushed the man down on the couch, covered his body, and looked directly into his eyes.

Prince Jing was startled, and after realizing it, he immediately wanted to raise his hand to cover his face: "Don't look."

With a cold face, Duan Yue forcefully pushed his hand away, raised it above his head to hold it down, and said in a harsh voice, "Why don't you look at it?"

"Face, ruined..."

"So what if it's ruined, why do men want such a beautiful face? Didn't you always care about the appearance of skin and flesh, when did you become such a mother-in-law?"

Prince Jing stared blankly at his clear and bright eyes, and suddenly felt an unspeakable sense of humbleness, unable to face this person with this face.

He turned his head in embarrassment and pursed his lips in silence.

"Duan Chuchu."

Duan Yue turned his head straight: "Look at me, talk."

Prince Jing closed his eyes, tears overflowing from the corners of his eyes.

The mint leaves on the little dark guard exuded a faint and cold fragrance.

The bottom of my heart is sore and painful.

He couldn't tell why he was crying.

"You don't like it."

He choked up, "You don't like this face."

Duan Yue blinked, and thought of many reasons for Lord Dog before, but he did not expect him to say such a sentence.

he does not like.

So, do you care what you think?Lord Dog is used to doing his own thing, when did he become so considerate.

Duan Yue was curious, leaned over and stared at his peach blossom eyes that became hazy and more beautiful after being stained with water mist: "Duan Chuchu, who told you that I don't like it."

Prince Jing's eyelashes trembled.

Like a butterfly flapping its wings.

Tears slid down the crow's eyelashes, it was so beautiful.

Duan Yue couldn't resist the temptation, bowed his head and kissed.

Light and fluttering, like feathers falling.