Dark Guard's Knife Blocker Advanced Manual

Prince Jing had to admit that the moment he saw Duan Yue flying towards him, his heartbeat accelerated sharply, and he was so excited that his heart almost jumped out of his throat.

"Hey, isn't this Duan Shiliu. My lord, your little secret guard is here."

"Haha, look at the one who worries him, the prince is not at ease even after leaving for a moment, and even wants to pick him up in person."

There were a few courtiers who had been promoted by him laughing and joking around.

Prince Jing coughed, and said calmly, "Oh, it's so late, I really spoil him so much that he can't do anything."

Several courtiers looked at each other, and praised with restrained smiles: "Your Highness is really strict, Mr. Duan is so proficient in qinggong, he must be unparalleled in the world, right? I wouldn't be willing to be harsh if it were me."

"You don't have that kind of blessing. Master Duan has a handsome appearance and strong martial arts. He is so talented, but he is so loyal to the prince. Naturally, it is because of his admiration."

"Hey, so that's the case, the prince is very lucky."

King Jing took a lot of effort to press down the corners of his lips that were raised to the sky, snorted coldly, and said reservedly: "What's the matter, he has no skills, how can he be my king's personal secret guard."

The courtiers were also very face-saving and flattered Prince Jing so much that he almost flew into the sky.

When Duan Yue landed on the ground, he saw the glimmer of light in his eyes, and his whole body seemed to be flamboyant and dazzling like a peach blossom blooming in the spring breeze.

"What's the matter with you, so happy, did you pick up money?"

With his hands behind his back, King Jing said coldly, "Didn't I tell you to stay in the mansion, why do you have to come pick me up? It's not like I can't walk without you."? ?A string of question marks appeared above Duan Yue's head.

"Are you stupid? Or are you confused?" He leaned over and touched Prince Jing's forehead.

King Jing brushed his hand away, and snorted: "Don't think that if you are nervous, this king will pamper you. Doesn't this king give you enough freedom? It's really presumptuous."

"..." It's over, Gouzi is stupid.

Duan Yue said: "My lord, you said that you are not feeling well?"

Prince Jing was displeased: "Did you just see it?"

Glancing at the smiling courtiers behind him, he seemed to realize something.

He paused: "Then, the slave knows his mistake, please forgive me, master?"

Prince Jing: "Hmph, it's good to know you're wrong, and I'll forgive you for now."

"..." It's cheap and good-looking.

Duan Yue twitched the corner of his mouth.

But seeing him shining all over is really cute, and I can't bear to expose it.

He knew that Prince Jing wanted to show off deliberately, so he bent down and said respectfully: "The servant has already prepared lunch and snacks for the lord, is the lord going home to rest now?"

Prince Jing handed him his hand and said, "I am tired."

Duan Yue knelt down on one knee very cooperatively: "The slave is overstepping, if the prince doesn't dislike it, how about the slave helping the prince back to the mansion?"

Prince Jing raised the corners of his lips, and pressed them down again. "allow."

Seeing this, all the courtiers responded one after another: "Master Duan really dotes on the prince."

"My lord is very lucky."

"The master and servant love each other deeply."

"It's really a good story."

Prince Jing's back was straight, if it had a tail, it would have been up to the sky.

Duan Yue laughed inwardly, took a step forward, hooked his waist, brushed his thin lips casually against his ear, and said in a low voice, "You really know how to enjoy it."

Prince Jing's ears trembled, his peach blossom eyes squinted at him: "Are you sure?"

"Certainly, why not." Duan Yue smiled lowly, with a slight force on his arm, he lifted him up and hugged him horizontally.

Prince Jing was unprepared, subconsciously called out, and hugged his neck tightly.

"You, what are you doing..."

Duan Yue lowered his head, almost sticking to his face, and said with a smile: "Don't the prince think that the slave is incompetent? I will ask you to try it today. What does it mean to serve him wholeheartedly?"

He hugged the man and turned his head, nodded and smiled at the stunned courtiers: "This servant has to go back to the mansion to warm the prince's bed, so I will take my leave first, my lords, please feel free."

Prince Jing's ears were completely red, and his peach blossom eyes glanced at those petrified courtiers in panic.

When the two of them walked away, he whispered: "You, what nonsense are you talking about."

Duan Yue raised his eyebrows: "Nonsense? So the prince doesn't want the servants to warm the bed?"

Prince Jing blushed, stammered for a long time before uttering a complete sentence, and finally pursed his lips and said, "Don't try to change the topic, yesterday. You put aside the things that this king doesn't care about, and this king hasn't forgiven you yet."

Duan Yue chuckled lightly: "Then I will work hard to warm up the bed and serve you today, so please forgive me for this crime, my lord."

Prince Jing buried his head in his arms and bowed his head. After a long while, he whispered, "This king will try to think about it."

Duan Yue felt that his heart was about to be warmed by him.

"What does the prince want to eat today, I will make it for you when I get back."

His voice was gentle and low, and his hard chest trembled slightly when he spoke, which made people feel his favorable and steady heartbeat.

Prince Jing buried his head deeper, his ears turned red, "I am not picky about food, I will eat whatever you cook."

It sounded good, but Duan Yue knew that he was just farting, if he fried a plate of radishes by himself, he might throw the bowl down.

"I haven't eaten fish for a long time, or today..."

He stopped suddenly while talking.

Prince Jing raised his head suspiciously, and saw him squinting his eyes, with a half-smile on his face.

"What's wrong."

"It seems that before drinking fish soup, we have to deal with a few miscellaneous fish."

King Jing came to his senses and turned his head immediately.

Outside the palace gate, dozens of murderous men in black were surrounded, and the imperial guards guarding the palace gate had already fallen in a pool of blood, dying miserably.

Prince Jing frowned, "At the foot of the imperial palace, who is so bold?"

Duan Yue put him down, stepped forward to stand in front of him, his eyes were cold, and there was a warm smile on his lips: "Isn't it because you are so popular, my lord, someone purposely spent 30 taels of gold, thinking I want to take your head."

Prince Jing also drew out his dagger, leaned against him, took a defensive posture, and swept the surrounding palace walls vigilantly.

"Do you know who it is?"

Duan Yue said coldly: "If I knew, his head would have fallen to the ground by now!"

After saying that, the figure rushed out like an arrow leaving the string!

The next moment, the crowd burst into screams.I saw the afterimage raging like the wind, like a Shura sweeping across, sword lights scattered everywhere, and blood splashed.

Gaifeng led people to arrive, and originally wanted to join the battle, but seeing this massacre scene, he couldn't help but hesitate and feel afraid.

Duan Yue is too strong, he doesn't need help at all.

Gaifeng was shocked for a moment, and quickly reacted, ordering people to surround Prince Jing for protection. "My lord, my subordinates will send you away first."

"No." Prince Jing didn't move, his peach blossom eyes were focused on the young man in black who was fighting not far away.

He always felt that at that moment just now, Duan Yue seemed extremely angry.

This is true.

He is selfish by nature, and he will never allow anyone to covet his treasures, whoever dares to cross the threshold half a step, must be prepared to be smashed to pieces!

In just two or three moments, the assassin was slaughtered by him to only one person.

There was blood all over the floor, and there was a pile of dead bodies.

Duan Yue stood tall and straight, his brows and eyes slightly drooping, standing in purgatory.

The long wind whipped up the black hair, and the snow-white long sword was clean, not stained with a trace of blood.

This scene is cruel and shocking, and beautiful to the extreme.

Prince Jing separated from the guards and walked slowly behind him.

"sixteen......"

Duan Yue's eyes moved, and he looked sideways.

From Jing Wang Qingjuan's peach blossom eyes, he saw himself covered in blood, embarrassed and crazy.

"You're bleeding." Prince Jing stretched out his hand, trying to wipe the blood off his face.

Duan Yue was stunned, then backed away immediately, turned his back, wiped his face with his sleeve indiscriminately, then turned around and laughed: "It's someone else's, I'm fine."

Prince Jing's hand paused in the air, he was speechless for a while, and then let it go.

"If you don't like it, I won't touch you. You don't have to hide."

"No, you misunderstood, I didn't mean to dislike you, I, I just..."

Duan Yue scratched his head, not knowing how to explain.

He couldn't say that he thought of his previous life at that moment.

In his previous life, every time he finished a task, he would inevitably get some blood on his body.Sometimes it's your own, sometimes it's someone else's.Prince Jing is obsessed with cleanliness, and every time he would tell him to go away in disgust.

Perhaps it was the killing that had paralyzed his senses, making him suddenly feel that he was still in his previous life, and he was still facing that cold-hearted and heartless Prince Jing.

Neither of them spoke again, and the atmosphere was a bit awkward.

Seeing that the defense was lax, the only survivor quietly backed away.

Duan Yue turned his head vigilantly and pointed with his long sword: "Where are you going?"

The assassin swallowed, and slowly raised his hand to surrender: "Brother, you have something to say, don't do it."

This person is the assassin who accosted Duan Yue not long ago.

Duan Yue hooked his lips: "Brother, I have warned you not to seek death, you are doing it yourself."

The assassin put on a sad face: "Then I can't help it. There are old and young brothers, and you have to make money to support your family, right?"

Duan Yue raised his eyebrows: "Are you short of money?"

"Who will do this drudgery if there is no shortage of money."

Duan Yue snorted lightly, and stretched out his hand to Prince Jing, "Little goldfish, give it to me."

Prince Jing glanced at him, but didn't say anything. He dug out from his bosom, took out a delicate purse with the pattern of goldfish playing with lotus leaves, and handed it to him obediently.

Duan Yue took out two 5000 double-denomination bank notes from his purse, and waved them in front of the assassin.

"Brother, instead of fighting for the invisible 30 taels of gold, you should be more pragmatic and find out the reward for me. Lord, this 1 taels is yours, how about it?"

The assassin's eyes lit up: "Brother, are you serious?"

"As soon as a word is spoken, it is difficult for a horse to chase."

"Then you're welcome, brother. Within three days, this roster will definitely appear on my brother's desk!"

Duan Yue quickly put away the sword, gave him the bank note, and watched him fly away.

Only then did Prince Jing speak out: "His identity is unknown, and he came here with bad intentions. You have killed so many of his brothers again, so be careful to let the tiger go back to the mountain."

"Brother?" Duan Yue smiled, "They are all desperadoes who lick blood at the edge of their knives. Where are the brothers, but they are just sweeping the snow in front of the door. Don't worry, my lord, he will not come back for revenge."

Prince Jing couldn't help looking at him: "How do you know?"

Duan Yue turned around, raised his eyebrows at him, and pointed to his nose: "Because, I smell the same kind of breath."

The reason why the assassin let down his vigilance and spoke to him earlier was that he was confused by his aura and thought he was a colleague.

People like them struggling before the gate of hell are the most sensitive to their kind.

Hearing what he said, Prince Jing couldn't help but squeeze his hand tightly.

Duan Yue like this made him feel very strange and distant, like a cloud floating in the sky, he couldn't catch it.

"Let's go, my lord, go back to the mansion."

Duan Yue didn't like the smell of blood very much, sniffed his sleeves in disgust, and took off his blood-stained coat.

Afraid that he would be cold, Prince Jing untied the crane cloak covering him, saw that his brows and eyes were tired, and hugged him in his arms to let him rest.

It was only then that Jiang Feichen arrived with the forbidden army: "My lord, forgive me! The subordinates are here to save you!"

Duan Yue leaned in Prince Jing's arms, and sneered, "If you wait a little longer, your prince's body can be collected."

Jiang Feichen was dripping with cold sweat, repeatedly pleading guilty.

Duan Yue didn't bother to talk about it, and rested on King Jing's shoulder with his eyes closed.

His internal injuries are still not healed, and the internal force he used just now is too much, it will be a bit empty.

King Jing didn't concede the crime either, and ordered Jiang Feichen to clean up the corpses and blood on the ground, and asked him to strengthen his defenses, so he took Duan Yue and drove away.

The carriage bumped, and Duan Yue fell asleep in a daze.

In the haze, I noticed that the lips were wet and soft.

He opened his eyes suddenly.

Prince Jing hurriedly raised his head, covered his mouth in a concealed manner, and the tips of his snow-white ears were stained a little red.

Duan Yue stared at him for a moment, then suddenly laughed: "Duan Chuchu, you can kiss if you want, why are you sneaking around?"