Chapter 42 Cold Arrow Attacks

"A lot of people, I didn't expect it to be so lively." Nangong Miin said, and even her footsteps became brisk. She could see that she was very happy, revealing a little daughter's posture.

"Of course, I told you not to believe it." Xuanyuan Qianjue curled his lips, as if he was a little dissatisfied with Nangong Miin's previous treat him.

"With so many people doing business, then many people will not be hungry..." Nangong Miin sighed gently, as if she remembered the displaced refugees and the hungry and frozen poor people.

"Do you still care about this? Men only care about the livelihood of the people..." Xuanyuan Qianjue asked curiously, and suddenly found that he still didn't know enough about the woman around him.

"Does this have to be divided into men and women? Everyone is dead..." Nangong Miyin was a little angry, obviously dissatisfied with Xuanyuan Qianjue's words.

"No, that's not what I mean. Don't get me wrong..." Xuanyuan Qianjue quickly explained. He clearly knew Nangong Miyin's stubbornness and strength. He took a look at the deep starry sky and suddenly said with emotion, "People's fate is controlled by themselves. How much can outsiders help?"

The two of them originally went out to visit the lively night market, but they looked at the busy crowd in the past helplessly, and both of them had similar emotions.

I don't know when they have been walking close to a secluded alley, but there are not so many people here.

While the two were talking, Xuanyuan Qianjue's eyes suddenly ached, and a dangerous breath came out. He didn't have time to think about it. He hugged the waist of Nangong Miyin next to him and flashed like something behind him.

The sound of clothes being torn in the night was magnified countless times in the silence, and it clearly fell into the ears of the two people.

This is the case again. Nangong Miyin remembers that the last time Xuanyuan Qianjue hugged her was to save herself, but this time, it was still the same. At that moment, the arrow wind brought by the cold arrow made the skin on her face hurt a little.

Cold Arrow!

That's right. Nangong Miyin didn't expect someone to shoot cold arrows by himself. Judging from the traces of the arrow flying just now, Nangong Miyin knew that the cold arrow was originally aimed at the back of her head. If she wanted to ask for advice, her reaction was a step slower, then she was a fairy. Today, she had to lie down on the ground and could no longer climb up.

But to her surprise, she didn't feel the attack of the arrow at all. Although her perception declined because she consumed too much energy in the preliminary competition of the alchemy during the day, she also knew that the cultivation of the person who wanted to kill her was above her.

The sound of tearing the clothes that was clearly visible just now came from Xuanyuan Qianjue's body. Fortunately, the arrow did not hit him, but passed through the clothes on his shoulder and took away some of his skin and flesh. Suddenly, the red color of blood was also dyed red, and it looked deeper under the package of the night.

At night, Nangong Miyin's eyes began to panic a little. When she saw Xuanyuan Qianjue covering one of her shoulders, she suddenly had a slight pain in her heart and quickly asked anxiously, "How's it going? Are you all right?"

But the red that kept emerging from Xuanyuan Qianjue's hands told her that something really happened this time.

"It doesn't matter. It's just a little scratched." Xuanyuan Qianjue saw the nervous appearance of I Nangong Miyin, and suddenly became a little happy, as if he had really forgotten the pain in his hand.

Nangong Miin's lips bit again and looked at the cut scarlet clothes at Xuanyuan Qianjue's shoulder. She was not talking, but silently walked over to open the opening of the clothes punctured by the arrow and looked at the situation inside. Xuanyuan Qianjue's shoulders are still very strong, and the lines of muscles are extremely obvious in the night market, which makes Nangong Miin can't help looking at it a few more times.

The arrow wound was still shocking. When Nangong Miyin saw it, her heart was slightly tight. Such a long opening was still bleeding at this time. She knew it must be very painful.

"Is it worth it to save me?" Nangong Miyin did not look at it, but gently sorted out the torn opening of his clothes and asked leisurely.

"Of course. Besides, it's still you who saved..." Xuanyuan Qianjue felt that it was nothing. Maybe he was used to fighting and killing outside in the past, and he felt that the price he was willing to pay to save the woman in front of him must be more than that.

Just as the two of them were sighing, at the end of the alley a few feet away from them, a young man's face was full of anger, and the faint light reflected on his deliberately hiding face, which became more and more ferocious.

In his hand was a delicate long bow. At this time, she looked at the situation of Xuanyuan Qianjue, and the bow in her hand unconsciously pulled the full string. The cold front of the tip of the arrow reflected in the night, which made people shudder, and the direction of the arrow aimed was Nangong Miin.

"Huh, go to hell!" His expression became countless times more evil in an instant, and the long bow in his hand suddenly loosened. At this moment, he seemed to see Nangong Miyin falling into a pool of blood. At the thought of this, he was very excited, because killing genius has always been what he is most willing to do.

"I was going to wait for one more needle to investigate you, but you... You are so sharp that it will be unfavorable to my Yan Mingguo at that time!" The man said that he had put on the third long arrow. He knew that the man next to Nangong Miyin was the eighth prince who was the most valued by the emperor of Lu today. If he could be killed here today, his life would be worth it even if he stayed in Tianlu.

He sneered and followed the long arrow he shot out at the moment.

The sound of the arrow breaking the wind sounded like a ghost again, and it seemed particularly harsh in the dark night. I have to say that the man's archery is very good, and there is no deviation after this shot.

"Be careful." Xuanyuan Qianjue felt it. Fortunately, Nangong Miyin was next to him, so it didn't seem to be in such a hurry. Then he hugged her and successfully dodged the arrow.

Just as both of them breathed a sigh of relief, an arrow roared over with the deadly wind.

There is still time to let go. Xuanyuan Qianjue only feels that the angle of this arrow is very tricky. No matter which direction he dodges, one of them will be shot.

The flying arrows are getting faster and faster. For the first time, Xuanyuan Qianjue felt that he showed a trace of fear in the face of such a danger. No, today, he must not be in such a damn place, and he is so cowardly. Feeling the warm body in his arms, Xuanyuan's desire to survive is even stronger.

At this moment, Nangong Miyin knew that she could do nothing at all. The only thing was to stay in Xuanyuan Qianjue's arms and cooperate with his movements as much as possible. At such a moment of life and death, she completely believed in Xuanyuan Qianjue. She knew that as long as Xuanyuan Qianjue pushed gently, he could completely block the deadly dark arrow with her body.

The dark arrow is coming, but I am a beauty in my arms.

At the critical moment, Xuanyuan Qianjue finally became wise in a hurry. He saw the unreserved outbreak of his mysterious spirit. Suddenly, a strong wind set out to pounce on the unprecedented dark arrow. When the two handed over, time seemed to have stopped for a moment.

Seizing this opportunity, Xuanyuan Qianjue continued to rely on Xuanqi to protect himself and Nangong Miyin's body straight forward and fell straight to the ground, and then the two hugged each other and rolled far away.

"Puff!" The sound of the arrow sinking deep into the ground, where Xuanyuan Qianjue and Nangong Miin stood before, a long arrow was staggering there at this time.

Xuanyuan Qianjue successfully escaped the disaster with Nangong Miin. Although he was a little embarrassed, he was still very happy. However, it was unprecedented to have been shot three times in a row. He thought that the capital was his own territory, and now he was really riding on his head.

"Xuanyuan Qianchen?" A name with the same surname as him floated through his mind, but the current situation of almost killing him really makes him more and more angry.

"Bold maniac!" With a roar, Xuanqi gushed out like capital, condensed all kinds of punches with Xuanqi in the direction where the arrow flew, and then quickly swept over.

"Bang..."

That was the sound of the collapse of the stone wall. There was no figure of the person who secretly shot arrows and killed them, but a long bow was thrown aside.

Xuanyuan Qianjue stood and picked up the long bow and looked at it. It was extremely ordinary. But he can shoot such a flint but silent dark arrow. It seems that this person's cultivation is not weak.

"Well, no matter who you are! Don't be found out by me... Otherwise..." A haze also appeared on Xuanyuan Qianjue's face, but the mood of visiting the night market tonight was destroyed, which made him extremely unhappy.

"Did the person run away?" Nangong Miyin did it, but when she saw the long bow in Xuanyuan Qianjue's hand, she understood, but she couldn't figure out who was going to kill her like this.

"Bear by the way, your injury..." Nangong Miyin suddenly remembered something and quickly asked Xuanyuan Qianjue with concern.

"Huh? It's okay." Xuanyuan Qianjue was immersed in thinking and remembered that there was a wound on his shoulder. Now Nangong Miyin reminded him that the pain that had just been ignored seemed to have come back, and now he felt a little unbearable.

"It really hurts." Looking at Nangong Miyin's obviously concerned eyes, Xuanyuan Qianjue finally bravely admitted. Showing such a fear of pain in front of a woman made him feel a little uncomfortable.

Nangong Miyin didn't think so. She came over and took Xuanyuan Qianjue's arm and said lightly, "The night market is good, but it's time for us to go back. You have to deal with your injury in time.

"Good." Xuanyuan Qianjue's voice echoed in this vast night and has been lingering.

When they went back, both of them were a little silent. One was to consider whether the uninvited guest who came tonight was sent by that person, and the other was thinking about whether he had been saved by the man in front of him and who was going to kill him. Different thoughts have the same mood, which is an unspeakable tacit understanding.

Returning to the Prince's Mansion, Xuanyuan Qianjue immediately called his subordinate Long Jue to tell him what happened tonight. He had to find out this matter.

Long Jue was so cold that there was such a thing in this huge capital. At that time, his angry voice trembled a little. He coldly led the task and went on to investigate.