Dark Guard's Knife Blocker Advanced Manual

The distance is too far, and the speed of the shell is extremely fast, Duan Yue has no time to block it.

By the time he arrived in a hurry after cutting off all the assassins blocking the way, Longjia had already been blown up.

Standing in front of the old emperor, Duan Fei blocked the attack with his body, his shoulders were dripping with blood, and his entire arm was blown to pieces.

"Commander!" Duan Yue roared in horror, and flew over immediately.

Duan Fei swayed slightly, sprayed a big mouthful of blood, and fell forward.

"Commander!" Duan Yue caught his body, flustered and at a loss: "How are you? Is your injury serious? I'll send you away immediately!"

Duan Fei shook his head, pointing to the side with trembling fingertips, and said weakly: "First...protect, Your Majesty..."

Duan Yue turned his head, and saw a beautiful young man in Emperor Zhongcheng's arms, who was sitting on the ground in a daze.

The beautiful boy was frightened, and burrowed into his arms in fear.

He regained his senses, but he didn't care about Duan Fei's life or death at all, he just softly comforted the beautiful boy, told him not to be afraid, and said that he would protect him.

Seeing this scene, Duan Yue's heart suddenly became angry.

"His Majesty!"

Emperor Zhongcheng looked over and saw that he was so well behaved, he was relieved from the bottom of his heart: "Yun Yue, as long as you are fine, hurry up, come here, it's dangerous over there."

Duan Yue's eyes filled.Blood, almost roared: "The commander is injured!"

Emperor Zhongcheng glanced at Duan Fei, saw him lying in Duan Yue's arms, although his face was pale, but still panting, he said lightly: "Isn't this not dead?"

Duan Yue's pupils shrank.

Emperor Zhongcheng said again: "It's just a minor injury, he can't die, your safety is more important, don't let him care about it."

As he spoke, he took a step forward and wanted to pull him.

Duan Yue was stunned and backed away, looking at him in disbelief.

He couldn't figure out how Emperor Zhongcheng could say this.

If it was Prince Jing, he wouldn't find it strange even if he said something more extreme than this a thousand times or ten thousand times.Because he knows that King Jing is that kind of person, he has no humanity, he is a scum to the bottom.

But Emperor Zhongcheng was different.

Emperor Zhong Cheng and Duan Fei met each other when they were young, and they have come together through ups and downs for many years. Even though he has an imperial disposition, suspicious and cold, he has never been so ruthless and harsh to Duan Fei.

He has affection for Duan Fei from the bottom of his heart.

Although that little bit of insignificant affection is nothing compared to his throne and power.

But that's enough, with Emperor Zhong Cheng's character, it is absolutely impossible for him to be so indifferent to Duan Fei.

Duan Yue's chest kept rising and falling, Duan Fei in his arms was still vomiting blood, he felt distressed and angry.

During the stalemate, the horse behind him neighed.

Lin Tong broke through the siege with a team of royal guards, and drove over: "Your Majesty! Get in the carriage!"

Emperor Zhongcheng pushed the beauty in his arms up first, and then pulled Duan Yue: "Go, it's dangerous here."

Duan Yue stared at his protective posture, not knowing what it was like.

For Duan Yanchen, Duan Fei went through life and death for more than ten years, but in the end even death couldn't move him.

The secret guard's feelings are so cheap, to the point where these big shots are too dirty to even take a second look.

He pushed Emperor Zhong Cheng away and stared into his eyes coldly.

"Your Majesty, do you want to abandon the commander?"

"It's not a discard, it's just a stopgap measure, he will find it himself, dear Yunyue, leave with me first, okay?"

Duan Yue didn't move, stubbornly asking for an answer.

"Your Majesty, the slave is just a lowly hidden guard. Why does Your Majesty treat the slave so well?"

"There is no reason for this..."

Emperor Zhongcheng regarded him as a child with a temper, smiled helplessly, and stroked his head: "Okay, if you have anything to say, we can talk about it when we leave here. It's too late if we don't leave, good boy."

Duan Yue closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

He didn't understand why the old emperor cared so much about an insignificant person like him.

He couldn't see Duan Fei's efforts.

He is an outsider, but he cares about it.

How ironic and ridiculous.

"Leave first, Your Majesty." Duan Yue said calmly, hugging Duan Fei's cold body tightly, "This servant is going to save His Highness the Sixth Prince. He and His Highness Ninth Prince don't have any guards around him, so this servant is worried."

"No, it's too dangerous, I'll call Jin Yiwei to save me."

"Your Majesty, the slave is the hidden guard, there is no reason to abandon the master." Duan Yue knelt on the ground and begged: "Please take the commander away first, he has hidden wounds in his body, and he really can't stand it, please."

Emperor Zhongcheng frowned, and sighed after a while.

"Okay, I agree with you, you get up first." He caught Duan Fei.

Duan Yue breathed a sigh of relief.

However, at this moment, a shot came from the diagonal stabbing.

This time, it was directly facing Duan Yue.

Duan Yue turned his back and didn't see it. When he realized it, because of his limited posture, it was already too late to dodge.

Emperor Zhongcheng was horrified, and pushed the weak Duan Fei out without hesitation, hoping that he would block Duan Yue.

Duan Fei staggered to Duan Yue's side, and glanced back.

Emperor Zhong Cheng realized what he had done, with guilt, remorse and a little uneasiness in his eyes, but he didn't regret it at all.

Duan Fei's eyes were cold, and he curled his lower lip.

Duan Yanchen guessed one thing wrong, even if he didn't push, he would block the blow for Duan Yue.

Not because of Emperor Zhongcheng, but because of Duan Yue.

This is the child he brought into the palace, the boy he brought up with his own hands, and the pride of his life.

Duan Feihu lightly closed his eyes in front of the young man's thin back.

If it hits the heart, his life may be gone.

That's good, it saves him from having to face Duan Yanchen's disgusting face.

However, after waiting two or three breaths, the expected pain did not come.

He opened his eyes, and in front of him was a broken blade and the boy's trembling wrist.

Duan Yue blocked the shot with his dagger.

The youthful and handsome young man embraced him with one hand, and the usually thin arms seemed reliable and stable at this moment.

He lowered his head and smiled softly at Duan Fei: "Commander, how could this subordinate let you block the knife? Doesn't that make the subordinate extremely incompetent?"

Duan Fei looked into his eyes and was stunned for a moment.

He suddenly discovered that his introverted and lonely little dark guard had grown so outstandingly when he wasn't aware of it.

"sixteen......"

Duan Yue tucked his messy black hair behind his ears for him, with a calm expression: "Just watch from the side."

He let go, let Duan Fei lean against the wall of the car, and pulled out the long whip wrapped around his waist.

"Look at how my subordinates killed these people who hurt you to the last!"

Turning around, he lowered his face, took each step with murderous intent, and swept into the fighting crowd in the blink of an eye, blood spattered wherever he passed, leaving no survivors.

The Huomen gun in the assassin's hand couldn't hurt him at all. Instead, because he was holding a heavy gun and his movements were stiff, he was wrapped around his neck and strangled his head.

But in a moment, he killed a bloody path nearby.

Emperor Zhong Cheng was pulled into a carriage by Lin Tong and fled in his car.

Duan Fei was lying on the ground, his eyes blurred with blood, and only his own little dark guard was left walking in front of him.

His heart swelled, and he wanted to say something, but he didn't even have the strength to speak.

The shot went into his shoulder, and the shattered fragments went into his heart.

He didn't know how long he would live.

"sixteen!"

Duan Qi and the others finally arrived.

The third prince was so scared that his face turned pale: "What's wrong with you! Why are you bleeding so much!"

"not mine."

Duan Yue's eyes were cold, and he lowered his eyes, not looking at them.

He knew that he must be terrible at this time.

Duan Si grabbed the hand of His Highness the Seventh Prince, protected him behind him, and looked around vigilantly: "What are Jin Yiwei and Dongchang doing? With so many people in, are they all dead!?"

"I can't control it anymore." Duan Twelve hugged the Ninth Prince in one hand and a sword in the other: "Your Majesty and the Queen Mother have been taken out, and the imperial army is ahead, let's meet up first."

A few hidden guards guarded the masters in the center, and walked out while killing.

Soon, Duan Yi brought people from the Dark Guard camp to fight in.

After the group has assembled, they will wipe out all the assassins here.

Several His Highnesses were unscathed, but the hidden guards suffered heavy casualties.

Duan Yue didn't care about resting, turned back and carried Duan Fei on his back, and the group quickly went up the mountain.

A lot of people gathered on the mountainside.

Emperor Zhongcheng paced anxiously back and forth, looking down the cloud steps non-stop.

When he finally saw Duan Yue's figure, he breathed a sigh of relief and stepped forward quickly: "Yun Yue! Are you injured? Come on, let me take a look."

Duan Yue's hand holding the dagger trembled.

He was really afraid that if he couldn't control himself, he would end up with this old bastard.

"Your Majesty, if it wasn't for the quick response of the slave just now, the Commander's order would be gone."

Emperor Zhongcheng felt guilty: "It's my fault, I was also impatient for a while, Yunyue is not angry, I will ask the imperial doctor to take a look at him later."

Duan Yue's breath was choked in his throat, and he was so disgusted that he almost vomited out.

From the beginning to the end, the old emperor did not take Duan Fei seriously.

For him, this person is a tool at hand, and a little charity can make him willing to work hard!

Duan Yue's eyes were red, the hatred that suffocated his anger made him want to tear Duan Yanchen to pieces right now!

Just when he was angry and troubled, Duan Fei who was on his back suddenly laughed softly.

He raised his fingertips and patted the back of Duan Yue's head, his voice was so weak that he could hardly hear it: "Sixteen, why don't you thank His Majesty?"

"Commander! He...how can you..."

Duan Fei gently covered his mouth, and pleaded guilty to Emperor Zhongcheng: "Your Majesty, forgive me, Shiliu is just too worried."

Emperor Zhongcheng glanced at him: "It's just a shoulder injury, you are more delicate than me. Forget it, go and ask the imperial doctor to have a look, don't get scars."

Duan Fei hooked his lips: "Thank you, Your Majesty."

He pushed Duan Yue, urging him to leave.

Duan Yue's eyes were red, and after walking away, he complained in a low voice: "Why are you still thanking him, he pushed you out as a shield, I'm so mad!"

Duan Fei has no strength to speak anymore, the blood flowing from his shoulders and heart has soaked his red clothes.The silver chain on his ankle, like a chain, locked him in pain for half his life.

He really wanted to close his eyes and fall asleep, but in the end he opened them with difficulty, and said to the angry little guard, "Okay, don't be angry, you won't die."

Duan Yue felt uncomfortable and sent him to Duan Twelve.

His Royal Highness the Sixth Highness also treated the injured hidden guard here.

"You scared me, don't be so reckless next time, otherwise what will you do if your father blames you?"

Duan Yue's head drooped: "The slave is wrong."

His Highness the Sixth Highness also felt that Emperor Zhongcheng was wrong about this matter, so he didn't scold him, and only went to treat Duan Fei's wound.

Suddenly, he remembered something he had neglected, and stood up in shock: "Sixteen! Have you seen Brother Si?!"

Duan Yue paused: "Didn't he and Jin Yiwei..."

Before the words fell, he paused.

He remembered, he asked Prince Jing to punish those Jinyi guards to kneel down!When he went to find Duan Fei, there was no one around Prince Jing!