660 My Lady

Sometimes, you will find that the sky and the earth are big, but there is no place to live.

As for the children...

Even if she is gone, Xuanyuan will still treat them well.

This man, she believes in him...

In the distance, Zhang Mao's figure obviously began to shake and hit a few moves. If he wanted to attack the heart with poison gas, he could not support it. The remaining three people in black also called him " stop".

Yes, it doesn't matter who sent them. The important thing is that they and the people behind them don't want to offend Xuanyuan.

So, it's time...

She closed her eyes and raised her head slightly.

The sky is shining with stars, and she can feel the cold touch, just like that person, looking at her with gorgeous and elegant eyes...

In the wind, there were flying ice grains and four-shot sword spirit and palm wind. Even if Zhang Mao tried to block her, there was still something invisible to sweep at her. When it hit her body, she couldn't feel pain. She only heard a pop, which was very interesting.

So, she raised her arms slightly, as if to embrace the coming death.

A smile appeared from the corners of her lips, which was a relief to put down all the heavy past.

Probably because I was too happy, a drop of crystal drew out the corners of my eyes, but refused to drip, so it was contained between the eyelashes and flashed.

It's coming to an end, Amo...

She called the name silently in her heart, and in that distant country, in the Bichi Palace where she had spent three years with him, someone suddenly sat up from the couch and shouted "No--" in the empty hall.

A scene of blood fog immediately dispersed, stained with a snow-white robe...

It's a pity that she can't hear or see it. She just smiled and opened her lips gently, as if sighing, "Come on..."

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On the other side, Zhang Mao really couldn't stand it. He looked at Luo Wener and made himself in a state of death. He didn't even feel anxious, but he didn't even have the strength to scold her now. His body was weak, and his feet were weak. There were bursts of black hair flowers in front of him. Obviously, there were only three opponents left, but it seemed that there were 30. His hands could no longer feel the existence of the sword. He could only stab and cut them with his intuition. However, every time his action failed, he fell into his skills.

He knew in his heart that because of the Lord, they were "reluctant" to kill him, but the target they wanted to deal with was not him at all, but...

That dead woman, that dead woman... Why doesn't she get out of here? If it goes on like this, he really can't protect her!

"Zhang Mao, if you don't stop, Daluo Jinxian can't save you!"

It sounds like the opponent is more anxious than him.

He held a trace of laughter from the corners of his lips, and he was really lucky. He tried to put the swaying figure in front of him together, and then made full strength to stab forward...

But what's wrong with him? The person who clearly saw it suddenly disappeared, and the man in black suddenly laughed wildly: "Zhang Mao, thank me!"

What?

When he turned his head, he seemed to see countless dark shadows flying ice all over the sky, saving forward like arrows...

"Quick..."

He wanted to call the woman to avoid, but he couldn't make a sound.

He wanted to fly over to save her, but he bent his leg and fell to the ground.

The sword in his hand poked to the ground and only heard a crack... It was broken.

He fell to the ground and tried to open his eyes only to see a dim night light. In the confusion, there was a silver light that pierced the woman with the momentum of passing through the clouds and fog...

"Lord..."

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"My wife, who dares to move?"

A strong and powerful sound, as if it came from the depths of the strings, was only a slight click, and the whole air trembled.

The forward sword seemed to suddenly encounter resistance. Obviously, nothing could be seen. Obviously, it was only a finger away from the woman's throat, and it could not be stabbed.

The man tried harder and suddenly found that he was hanging in the air like when he came. He lost his true breath, and the ice around him seemed to be fixed like a hole, and even the wind stopped. The only thing that moved was a carriage.

It is a four-wheeled imperial carriage, but it is not very gorgeously decorated. It is as simple and square as its owner.

It seems to fall from the sky. Listening to the horse's hoof, the wheels are not tight or slow, still like its never slow owner, but when it hits its eyes... It is on the edge of the sky, and its eyelashes, it has gone three feet away.

The ice in the sky is suspended, and the corners are against the cold light of the moon. It stops there quietly, as if welcoming the arrival of this unmanned carriage. The situation looks particularly strange.

is indeed strange. The man in black, who has maintained an assassination posture so far, did not feel anything strange, but suddenly his body convulsed and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Thanks to this blood, he was finally able to move, so he fell directly to the ground.

He supported his body with a sword, half knelt in front of him, and wiped the blood from the corners of his lips: "Duke Ning, we are ordered to act. I hope you don't be surprised."

He winced and the two men in black who guarded Zhang Spear also knelt down. One of them also took out an object from his arms and put it in the palm of his hand: "This is the antidote to 'intoxicated'. If Zhang Mao takes it now, according to his skills, it will be fine..."

The dark carriage was silent, but the man seemed to have seen a pair of eyes as too bright as an open mirror. He shook his body and hurriedly poured out the pill and stuffed it into Zhang Mao's mouth.

Zhang Mao's nerves relaxed at the moment he saw the carriage. Now his will is erratic, but there is still a line of clarity. When he got this pill, he suddenly "hum" and completely fainted.

The surrounding is very quiet, almost confusing. What is strange is that now they can move to solve the matter between the woman's hands, and the people in the carriage did not say anything to stop them, but none of the three people had the idea of doing it.

I don't know how long it took before the people in the carriage finally spoke.

When he opened his mouth, the three people who were suffocated although they were not imprisoned by any skills finally felt that the air began to flow.

"The dead man in the forbidden palace? What are you doing here?"

The three people are still far apart from each other, but they still look at each other and look at each other... Didn't they say that they were "acting on orders"? Why did they ask again?

However, he did not dare to ask questions, but said honestly, "We have a task, and please ask Lord Ning for your convenience."

While talking, I can't wait to bite my tongue.

As dead men, they can kill whichever they want. Whoever dares to talk too much will be chopped together! But today is really weird. I used to talk nonsense with Zhang Mao for a long time, and now I have to stay with Ningguo on the bus. What kind of dead men are they? Which country's dead people live as aggrieved as they?

"Mission?"

The people in the car laughed, and the laughter was soft, but it seemed to put them into a drum. The mallet knocked made them buzz.

"Your mission is to kill my wife?"