Black Bellied Prince’s Stunning Abandoned Consort

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Leng Yan defended Su Qiqi while counterattacking the enemy's attack, it was also a murderous move, and the sword was precise.

It's just that these twenty or so people used this strange formation, so that he couldn't find any flaws at all for a while, and before his sword pierced the enemy's vitals, a sword handed from nowhere had already pierced his own vitals.

And Su Qiqi didn't even have any martial arts, so she could only let Leng Yan protect her.

The cold words at this time did not have the idea of ​​giving up on Su Qiqi, he knew that as long as Mo Wenchen didn't give up, he couldn't give up.

Can only desperately entangle with the enemy.

Mo Wenchen's eyes were full of murderous intent, but he didn't join the battle for a while, but stood there watching Leng Yan struggling to support himself, his face as cold as frost.

He is studying this formation.

And Su Qiqi also tried her best to calm herself down.

Quietly and carefully observe everyone's moves, movements, and steps.

She doesn't know the five elements and gossip, so she can only see it in a daze at this time.

It's just that she started from the most basic mutual generation and mutual restraint to see how these people combined the power of more than 20 people into one place.

The clear eyes were also full of hostility, Su Qiqi at this time was also terrifying, seriously scary.

A sword pierced Leng Yan's back straight from the angle, Su Qiqi could see it clearly, the two people beside the person who raised the sword stabbed each other assisted his movement with their swords, as long as Leng Yan counterattacked, three people would definitely be hurt. s attack.

"Prick the waist of the man on the left." Su Qiqi whispered suddenly.

With a look on her face, the murderous look in her eyes is also gradually rising. She has a chest wound that has not been treated, but at this moment, she can't take care of more.

Without hesitation, Leng Yan at this moment was a little embarrassed, and he raised his sword and stabbed out recklessly.

Hit with one strike.

At the same time, Mo Wenchen also moved, the long sword was like a snake like a shadow, after sweeping across, every second person fell down.

It didn't hit a vital point, either the arm, the waist, or the thigh.

For a while, the attack on Leng Yan also stopped.

Su Qiqi glanced around, Mo Wenchen cut down a total of eight people with his sword.

When the eight people got up again, the strange formation was already in chaos.

Need to regroup.

At this time, Su Qiqi also noticed that these people didn't understand the principle of this formation at all, they were just stepping on blunt steps, and they were forming the formation with the same movements.

The fall of these eight people made it impossible for their formation to be reorganized for a while.

Leng Yan also took this opportunity to kill the world.

Cooperating with Mo Wenchen on the outside, the sword passed, blood bloomed...

No matter how many people came, Mo Wenchen would kill them without blinking an eye, standing like a god in the red blood, a terrifying god.

In Leng Yan's arms, Su Qiqi just looked at the fallen killers, only blood red remained in her eyes, red everywhere...

She has forgotten to close her eyes, it seems that she has been able to accept such a picture.

No fear, no intolerance, just peace.

It wasn't until the last person fell that Mo Wenchen put the sword back into the scabbard "seriously", with blood all over his body and face, like a terrifying devil, but with a sacred and inviolable kingly aura in his eyes.

Letting go of Su Qiqi, Leng Yan's expression remained as cold as ever.

There is no more expression change.

The moment Su Qiqi landed on the ground, she still felt a little weak, she almost fell down, and raised her hand to support her coldly.

Taking a step forward, Mo Wenchen looked at the blood on Su Qiqi's face and the bright red white clothes on her chest, frowned fiercely, raised her hand to support her, and looked around the room.

Leng Yan stepped forward with winking eyes, checked the whole room carefully, closed the windows again, and then backed out: "Everything is normal."

Nodding, leaning over slightly, hugging Su Qi in his arms, ignoring her struggle, carefully placed her on the big bed: "Don't move, I'll take care of the wound."

There is no doubt.

But he said it expressionlessly.

Her little face turned red to the base of her neck, Su Qiqi didn't care too much this time, she shook her head vigorously: "No, Mo Wenchen, I'll just do it myself."

She still can't accept such close contact.

What's more, his wound was on his chest.

"Shut up." Mo Wenchen said domineeringly with a cold face, while pressing Su Qiqi.

The cold words in his eyes showed a rare smile.

At this moment, Mo Wenchen's face was not frighteningly cold, but a little embarrassed, a little numb, a little stiff...

Even he himself felt that his brain was out of control. Seeing the blood oozing from Su Qiqi's white clothes, he felt distressed. He had already told himself that this woman belonged to him, and no one was allowed to hurt her except himself.

There is only one consequence for a woman who dares to hurt him—death.

Leng Yan backed out, began to clean up the corpses on the ground, and sent someone to investigate who dared to assassinate Su Qiqi repeatedly.

Although it was only aimed at Su Qiqi, it also violated Mo Wenchen.

This matter cannot be tolerated.

Looking at Mo Wenchen, Su Qiqi really shut up, she could only helplessly look at Mo Wenchen, while raising her arms to hug her shoulders, feeling a little flustered in her heart.

Seeing Su Qiqi calm down, Mo Wenchen raised his hand clumsily to untie her belt.

Then, feeling something was wrong, he got up to look for Su Qiqi's medicine box.

The medicine box was on the table on the other side, so he walked over.

Leng Yan, who was handling the corpses, didn't notice that there was a person who just had a broken arm, and at this moment quietly hid in Su Qiqi's room.

He took the medicine box, turned around and walked towards the bed.

A black figure was already standing by the door, and countless darts flew out of his unbroken hands. Under the candlelight, the body of the dart shone with green light, making people feel scalp numb.

Su Qiqi also opened her eyes abruptly, but seeing the densely packed darts, she could only close her eyes again in resignation, she couldn't dodge at all...

It seemed that this group of people had to put themselves to death before begging to give up.

"Looking for death." Mo Wenchen raised his hand and threw the medicine box out. Dozens of darts were instantly nailed to the medicine box. Taking advantage of this vacancy, he had already rushed to the bed, raised his big hand, and threw Su Qiqi hugged her in her arms, and used her back to block the poisonous darts that flew continuously...

"Ah..." The killer standing by the door screamed, and died under Leng Yan's sword.

It's just that Mo Wenchen's back is also covered with poison darts!

Glittering green in the candlelight.

"My lord."

"Mo Wenchen."

Leng Yan stepped on the corpse and yelled.

Su Qiqi tremblingly grabbed Mo Wenchen's arm, and shouted loudly, her lips were trembling.

She never thought that one day Mo Wenchen would risk his life to save herself.

These darts are highly poisonous.

Smiling, Mo Wenchen's face contorted for a moment, as if the poison on the dart had exploded: "It's okay, I can't die, aren't you... a genius doctor."

The last sentence seemed like a joke.

After the words fell, the whole person fell forward, and before falling down, he did not forget to send Su Qiqi to the bed with the last trace of internal strength.

As soon as she touched the bed, she immediately turned over and got out of bed, not caring about pulling the untreated wound on her heart, Su Qiqi's anxious face turned pale, and her whole body was a little confused: "Leng Yan, quickly... Put the prince away."

The moment Mo Wenchen fell down, it was Leng Yan who caught his body.