[Comprehensive film and television] The daily life of the male god

"Sleeping..."

Before An Zixuan could utter the word "trough", she fell heavily on the solid wood floor. She screamed in pain and couldn't get up for a long time. group.

At this time, all the people wearing ghost masks pulled out their long knives and pointed at Fang Xiangshi. The surrounding red-clothed men also threw off their masks to join the battle. The whole square was stained with blood. The solemn and solemn central hall just now But it turned into a killing field.

Swords and swords flickered beside An Zixuan. She rolled left and right in it, trying to leave this terrible place. Fortunately, the target of these desperadoes was not her. Although An Zixuan was also injured by the sword, it was not fatal. On the contrary, it stimulated her desire to escape even more.

Fang Xiangshi and the princes on this stage are all the princes of Goryeo, and she is now at the scene of murdering the prince. The royal family in the past dynasties is the class with the most turmoil, and if one is not careful, she will be involved in the dispute over the succession Well, she didn't want to join in the fun and lose her life.

An Zixuan used both hands and feet, and was about to roll down the steps, when suddenly someone flew up and hit An Zixuan's chest!

After kicking this kick, An Zixuan felt that her chest, which was not turbulent, had been sunken.

But that's not the point, the point is that this kick kicked her away, and a ghost-faced man next to her was rushing towards her with a long knife.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

An Zixuan's howling sounded from the central hall, and the next second a hand grabbed her arm and dragged her aside, before An Zixuan could see the face of the savior, a ghostly face appeared in her eyes The man rushed over again, with a cold glow on the tip of the knife, and it was about to be inserted into the throat of the man beside him.

Before she had time to think about it, An Zixuan turned around and climbed onto the man's shoulders with both hands, turning over and pressing down hard, the point of the knife was misaligned, pierced through An Zixuan's shoulder with a snort, and then pierced through the arm of the man below. People are completely nailed to the ground!

An Zixuan twitched in pain, she could still think that this knife was a murderous intent, without her, her savior would have died in hell.

The ghost-masked man was at the end of his life, and retreated when he missed a hit. After receiving the order, the ghost-masked man no longer wanted to fight, turned around and flew out of the high wall, and disappeared into the night sky.

"Wu'er!"

After the assassin disappeared, Goryeo, who was sitting on the high platform, rushed down towards An Zixuan, with an anxious and worried expression on her face. Seeing An Zixuan who was nailed together by stacked arhats, she immediately threw An Zixuan away without saying a word. Xuan pulled out the knife from her back, kicked An Zixuan aside and leaned over to look at Fang Xiangshi whose arm had been pierced by the knife.

Over the years, the crown prince was in charge of Fang Xiangshi's Nuo ceremony, and the other princes were in charge of the nephews, and the ghost-masked man just now was ruthless and murderous against Fang Xiangshi. It was obvious that he wanted to kill him. It wasn't An Zixuan who blocked the knife for him, he would have died long ago, but everyone didn't know that the injured Fang Xiangshi was not the prince, but the fourth prince Wang Zhao who blocked the knife for the prince.

And An Zixuan, who was paralyzed to the side, pierced her shoulder with a knife, and was suddenly pulled out again. In an instant, blood flowed into a river on her shoulder, and she was so painful that she couldn't feel it. Zhang Junmei's face, and the other half, was a strange mask that she accidentally took off when she just wore it.

Before she fainted, there was only one thought in her mind - he was the one who wanted to be killed, and he was the one who was to be saved. If he is so capable, why doesn't he skyrocket to [-] miles?

Due to excessive blood loss, An Zixuan was in a coma for five days before she struggled from the death line. When she woke up, she heard someone talking in the observatory.

An Zixuan moved her shoulder carefully, hissed in pain, and immediately saw blood oozing from the white gauze.

"Axi, if I knew it, I wouldn't have given up my life to save the enemy." An Zixuan muttered, her teeth itching with regret.

The savior she was thinking of all her heart turned out to be the fourth prince Wang Zhao who wanted to kill her!

As the footsteps approached, An Zixuan looked up, and an uncle with a square face and goatee wearing a scarf ran over with a smile on his face: "Are you awake?"

The uncle was so enthusiastic that he pressed his ass on An Zixuan's shoulder, and now the blood came out without any hindrance.

"Uncle..."

An Zixuan's lips turned white from the pain, and she swore that if she had the strength, he would definitely kick him off with one kick.

"Zhimeng, you've crushed her." Behind him, another man dressed in fine clothes sighed and shook his head.

"Ah?" Cui Zhimeng quickly jumped up and out of the way, seeing the bloodstains on An Zixuan's shoulders that were getting bigger and bigger, his face turned pale in an instant, not only pale, but also showing signs of fainting.

He actually... fainted...

An Zixuan thinks she should be the one who fainted right now?

But before Cui Zhimeng fainted, a black wind blew behind him, and before An Zixuan could see clearly, the man was already standing beside the prince.

"Those killers all have no tongue."

The man's voice was extremely low, and it was extremely cold, as if the cold wind blows through the mountain valley in winter. Hearing it, he felt the cold to the bone, and made people shiver uncontrollably.

Hearing this familiar voice, An Zixuan's whole body trembled, her whole body shrunk back and forth under the quilt, trying to minimize her sense of existence, Cui Zhimeng hilariously watched her so cautiously, recovering from the bloodsickness laughing out loud.

"Hahahaha, fourth prince, look at you scaring this child hahahaha, the whole person is almost shrinking into the quilt hahahaha."

An Zixuan looked at Cui Zhimeng, whose face was trembling with laughter, with a cold expression.

If this person wants to kill you, can you still laugh?

Wang Zhao glanced at An Zixuan, and with just one glance, An Zixuan felt a cold wind blowing from behind her, so she simply retracted her whole body under the quilt, out of sight and out of mind.

"Zhimeng, why don't you let me kill her?" Wang Zhao's voice outside the quilt was still low and cold, with impatience.

"If you killed her, would you still be able to stand here properly?" Cui Zhimeng pointed at Wang Zhao's chest, and pouted at An Zixuan: "You little white-eyed wolf, they saved you."

An Zixuan thought that she would never go to this Nuo ceremony again.

The corner of Wang Zhao's mouth twitched, and he snorted coldly, and followed the prince out with a knife, while Cui Zhimeng poured a glass of water for An Zixuan and said, "Heal your wound first, and don't worry about the rest."

After speaking, she was about to follow out, but was stopped by An Zixuan: "Hey!"

"Why do you want to save me?"

It's not relative, it's always a reason to save a person at the risk of offending the prince, right?

Cui Zhimeng turned around, showing a meaningful smile: "Since you're here, live well."

Come on, I guess this is another magic stick.

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I’m going to do two [-]-word papers tomorrow, please take a leave of absence, and update normally tomorrow, okay!