Dark Guard's Knife Blocker Advanced Manual

The martial arts of the Royal Xuanwei ranks first in the entire Jianghu.

Duan Yue's talent is extremely high, and he has the bonus of previous life experience, making him one of the best.

Even if it is someone carefully selected by Prince Jing, they are no match for him.

The Jinyi guard Xu Lin who guarded the gate resisted for a while, but in the end his lifeline was seized by him and he couldn't move.

Seeing this, the rest immediately stepped forward with their swords in their hands, full of killing intent.

Just as the swarms were about to attack, Prince Jing came behind him at some point, and said coldly, "Stop."

Xu Lin was very vigilant: "Your Highness, this person came with bad intentions! Who knows if it has anything to do with this case? I believe that this person must not be tolerated."

Prince Jing's gaze met Duan Yue's, and he was captured by the coldness in his eyes.

After a moment, he looked away.

"Let him in, he is... I know him well."

Xu Lin and the others looked at Duan Yue anxiously.

This person's martial arts are extremely high, especially the calm and sharpness that walks on the border of life and death. How many times has he been injured and how many people have been killed before he can develop an instinctive reaction?

How could this terrifying side appear on the mere nameless young guard?

The most important thing is that he is also extremely murderous towards his master.

Such an enemy would be fatal if he went crazy.

Xu Lin didn't dare to take it lightly, maintained an attacking posture, and took a step back with the knife.

Duan Yue threw away the long sword he picked up casually, and strode in front of King Jing.

"ten……"

As soon as Prince Jing opened his mouth, he grabbed the skirt of his clothes and threw his back cleanly, hitting the ground heavily.

"Your Highness!" Xu Lin was shocked and stepped forward quickly.

"do not come!"

Prince Jing lay on the ground in embarrassment, supporting his body with his arms.

Duan Yue stepped on the back of his hand without mercy.

Prince Jing snorted, his face paled from the pain, his eyes were pitch black, and he could barely see Duan Yue's appearance: "What are you doing?"

Duan Yue's eyes were scarlet: "I would like to ask what you are doing, what did you say to Duan Twelve?"

Prince Jing frowned: "I just asked him a few things."

When he arrived, the pharmacy bureau was empty, and only Duan Twelve was left.

Just as he stopped the person for questioning, Duan Yue came.

"What did you ask?"

The question was about Duan Yue's safety.

Prince Jing pursed his lips, unwilling to tell him these things, so he looked away and said, "It's nothing, I'm dealing with an old case, just asking about the situation."

"Liar."

Duan Yue grabbed the hem of his clothes, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged: "Duan Chuchu, don't try to deceive me again, I know whether you have lied or not, and I will never trust you again. Are you going to harm him again? Are you still going to lie?" You want him to die for me again, don't you?!"

Prince Jing frowned first, and then, a white light suddenly exploded in his mind, his expression shocked.

Duan Yue's words reminded him of some issues that had been neglected for a long time.

Why is Duan Yue so proficient in bandaging techniques, and why is Duan Yue so resentful towards him.

An unbelievable truth has surfaced faintly.

Those puzzles that were incomprehensible in the past seemed to suddenly have an explanation.

"Sixteen, don't you..."

"Bold lunatic! Don't let Your Highness go!"

Xu Lin rushed up suddenly, aimed at the back of Duan Yue's neck, and slashed it off!

Prince Jing's pupils shrank suddenly, and without thinking, he quickly reached out to protect the back of Duan Yue's neck, catching the sharp blade.

"Your Highness! Don't!"

Xu Lin was horrified and immediately withdrew his saber.

However, it was too late, the too fast blade still slashed across Prince Jing's palm, and carved a deep bloodstain on the white palm.

pain.

Severe pain spread from the wound to his whole body, and his whole body was convulsed.

But not as shocked as my heart.

He had thought that in this life, he should treat the little dark guard well and protect his life.

He also thought about it, in this life, he should gradually figure it out, and no longer ask the little dark guard to suffer for himself.

But he never thought about how he would deal with himself if Duan Yue was reborn with him.

His blood was churning, and his throat was filled with fishy sweetness, which was so bitter that it was hard to swallow.

"Duan Yue..."

Two words, almost no sound.

Duan Yue was suddenly awakened.

Blood droplets splashed and fell on the side of his face.

The scalding temperature made him feel at a loss.He reached out and touched his cheek, looking at the bright red blood on his fingertips, he fell into confusion.

In his previous life, Prince Jing had never protected him.

He knew he could escape, so why bother.

"Your Highness! You are guilty of being humble! Please punish me, Your Highness." Xu Lin knelt down in panic, and angrily glanced at the hidden guard who caused the disaster.

Prince Jing's lips turned pale, and his eyes were closed.

He didn't dare to open his eyes, for fear that Duan Yue would see his cowardice.

"Stand back, don't touch him without my order."

"But you're injured! I'll help you stop the bleeding!"

"I said get out!"

At the same time that Prince Jing yelled, he twitched violently. He couldn't help the pain, bowed his waist and retracted into Duan Yue's arms, panting heavily.

Duan Yue came back to his senses and glanced at his palm.

The incision was deep and ruthless, and the flesh of the palm was turned out, and the blood gushed out.

If it was any heavier, the entire palm would be broken in two.

"Who told you to be hypocritical, even if you die here, I will never forgive you for what you have done."

Prince Jing Taohua's eyes were foggy, and he stroked his cheek with the other hand: "Duan Shiliu, it's really you...it's you..."

Duan Yue frowned: "You were fooled by the knife?"

He is not what Duan Shiliu is.

Prince Jing closed his eyes and didn't make another sound, his arms wrapped tightly around his neck, his slender fingers grabbed his clothes, and he sucked in his shoulder pockets.

"sixteen."

"I hurt."

"Duan sixteen, sixteen..."

His voice was hoarse, his thin lips trembled, and from time to time he would touch the exposed skin on Duan Yue's neck, which was as cold as snowflakes kissing.

Duan Yue thought, what a good-for-nothing master.

What kind of man can't even bear this pain.

He tapped the big acupoint on Prince Jing's arm with two fingers to stop the bleeding for him, then lightly held his injured palm casually, and fixedly looked at him.

"Your Highness, tell me what exactly you said to Duan Twelve."

Prince Jing raised his eyes, his eyelashes were trembling due to the pain, but his eyes were still as calm and indifferent as before, with a contrasting beauty.

This was what attracted Duan Yue the most to him.

Duan Yue just likes his desire and pure energy.

It's just that he said he likes it, but at the same time pressed the edge of King Jing's wound, and saw that he was trembling again in pain, and his eyelashes were covered with mist, so he said lightly: "Say, don't dawdle, or I will cripple your hand." .”

Xu Lin was extremely angry: "Duan Shiliu! Your Highness doesn't care about his generosity, but don't bully me too much!"

Duan Yue waved a dark dart and flew away, barely brushing his cheek, murderously cold: "Get out, I'm talking to the Fourth Highness, is there room for you to intervene?"

"you……"

Prince Jing raised his eyes.

Xu Lin paused immediately, and backed away in fear.

Prince Jing lowered his eyes without saying a word, and with that weak look again, he said in a muffled voice:

"I just asked him where you went."

"Except for this."

Prince Jing glanced at him, his peach-blossom eyes were full of water vapor, and said softly, "There is nothing else."

Duan Yue has no expression.

This means unbelief.

Prince Jing had no choice but to repeat: "No, I just said one word, and you're here."

Duan Yue glanced at Duan Twelve not far away.

He was blocked from the outside by two Jinyi guards, and he was staring at this side with frowning eyes.

"Let them put Twelve in." Duan Yue pointed in that direction.

Prince Jing remained silent, but glanced at Xu Lin.

Xu Lin hesitated to speak, but finally succumbed to fear and followed suit.

"Twelve, let me ask you, what did Jing... Fourth Highness tell you just now?"

"His Royal Highness was worried about your safety, asked your whereabouts, and brought someone to rescue you."

"that's it?"

"What do you think."

Duan Yue blinked, did he blame Prince Jing by mistake?

He lowered his head and looked at the weak boy in his arms: "Is there anything else?"

The mist in Prince Jing's eyes became thicker, biting the hem of his shirt forbearance, breathed in and replied in a low voice, "No."

"If you don't talk about longevity pills, then why are you here?"

"Of course it's for you, but look at yourself, what a good thing you've done."

Duan Twelve condemned him, and knelt down to plead guilty: "Your Highness, 16 is young and ignorant, it's all the fault of the servant, I didn't explain it clearly to him, please punish him, and spare Shiliu's life."

Duan Yue was displeased: "The matter he provoked has nothing to do with you."

"Sixteen, don't be rude." Duan Twelve warned him, "Heal Your Highness."

Duan Yue reluctantly let go of his hand, retracted his thorny attitude, wiped off the blood on King Jing's palm, and sprinkled the bleeding powder.

It's a strong drug, and it hurts when sprinkled.

Prince Jing shrank straight into his arms, hiding his hands dishonestly.

"Don't move." Duan Yue grabbed his wrist.

"pain."

"Where does it hurt, and the injury is not serious." Duan Yue said disgusted, but still leaned forward and blew on his wound, "Is it better?"

Prince Jing looked at him twice: "I'm not a child."

The implication is that Duan Yue's method of coaxing him is too childish.

Duan Yue laughed mockingly, "If you talk too much, believe it or not, I'll break your hand."

Prince Jing pursed his lips, remained silent, and obediently leaned on his shoulder.

Duan Yue didn't feel wrong either.

He just blamed the wrong person just now, and there is still a bit of guilt, and he is acting out of instinct.

He even helped Prince Jing adjust his posture and straightened his arm so that he could bandage himself.

Prince Jing saw him messing around, and said, "I'm going to the palace to handle an old case."

"What old case?" Duan Yue didn't raise his head.

"A case of alchemy more than ten years ago killed hundreds of people in the Fu family village. Jin Yiwei suspected that it was related to Wu Zheng."

Duan Yue thought about it. In his previous life, King Jing didn't care about the longevity pill at all, and there was no such thing. In the plot, it was only mentioned that Zhao Jingyou used the longevity pill to save the prince, and the rest of the cannon fodder was mentioned.

So, he didn't know about it.

It was hard to be reborn again, but there was nothing he could do.

He was a little annoyed, and glanced at Prince Jing: "Why do you have the leisure to investigate this?"

"The fact that Father wants to use you as a medicine has already spread in the palace."

He stared into Duan Yue's eyes, "As long as Wu Zheng's identity is revealed, the Longevity Pill's deception will be self-defeating."

You and Duan Twelve don't need to die.

But he didn't say the latter sentence.

In his previous life, he felt that Duan Yue was more useful, so he made Duan Twelve a scapegoat.

This is undoubtedly the fastest and most effective means.

But for some reason in this life, he would rather spend more time investigating the case and find a breakthrough point from Wu Zheng, rather than instigate Duan Twelve to die for him.

He doesn't understand what he's doing.

Faintly, I don't want to delve into it.

He had a hunch that once this doubt was resolved, he would be in a situation beyond redemption.

"And now, have you found any evidence?"

Duan Yue had finished bandaging, put his hands flat on his lower abdomen, wiped off the blood on his eyelids with his fingertips, and pinched the soft flesh at the corners of his eyes.

This action is purely a habit.

When he was assassinated before, if he was injured and unable to move, Prince Jing would show kindness and take him back to the residence in his arms.

Duan Yue leaned on his shoulder, he couldn't faint from the pain, and he couldn't heal his wounds. When he had nothing to do, he would touch his eyes.

At this time, Prince Jing is especially good-tempered, no matter what Duan Yue does, he will not change his face.

It's the same this time.

Prince Jing obediently closed one eye, rubbed his fingertips, opened it again, and said in a muffled voice, "I haven't started the investigation yet."

Duan Yue scolded: "Trash."

Prince Jing didn't say a word, he sat up on his lap, put his arms around his neck, and whispered in his ear, as if begging, but also as if ordering coldly: "Help me."