Charm King Poison Queen

  Chapter 1112 Teaming up with Sikong to tear off the candle dragon (3)

Prince Gong read the overwhelming anger from the emperor's eyes, and understood that this matter could not be resolved. His purpose was to win over the Emperor of Xiliang. If he failed, he would lose the value he could use. The counselor has already taken root in Geng's family, he can't afford the consequences of the failure of the peace talks, but he can't really let the emperor kill Zhulong right under his nose.

With a flash of thought, he pulled out the dagger at his waist and stabbed it fiercely at Zhulong's shoulder: "It's a useless thing, shame on Xiliang! Why dirty the emperor's hands, I'll just kill you!" you!"

  Candle Dragon was stabbed, blood spattered everywhere!

  The two eunuchs subconsciously let go of the candle dragon.

However, only Zhulong knew that Prince Gong's knife looked dangerous, but it actually helped him break through the acupoints sealed by the black-clothed leader. Kicking Prince Gong away, he jumped out of the side hall with his strength.

   Prince Gong fell to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

  Princess Deqing turned pale with shock: "Prince Gong!"

  The emperor slammed his fist on the table: "Catch me! Whoever cuts off his head, I will reward you with 10,000 taels of gold!"

Ten thousand taels, this is not a small sum, the eunuchs and guards frantically flocked towards Zhulong, the guests did not know where they heard the news, and they did not attend the banquet, so they jumped into the carriage and said, "Chasing Zhulong!" dragon-"

  When Zhulong was not sick, his martial arts were excellent, especially lightness kung fu, even Rong Lin couldn't catch up.

  Zhulong quickly got rid of the group of people who wanted to exchange other people's heads for gold. He couldn't stay in Xiliang, and had to return to southern Xinjiang immediately!

  All of this is thanks to Ma Ningyue, he will remember this shame, and one day he will ask Ma Ningyue to get it back with interest!

   While thinking about it, he turned into a secluded alley and took out a signal flare. Although Ning Yue had destroyed one before, he still had another one. He pulled off the cover and put the fireworks into the air.

According to the usual training, people nearby can arrive within half an hour at the earliest, and no more than half an hour at the latest. At first, in order to reduce the vigilance of the emperor, he distributed a hundred blood guards in every corner of the capital. Now He wanted to flee, and he didn't care about revealing his identity.

   Time passed by second by second, but none of the blood guards who were supposed to show up appeared.

   "Damn it!"

He took out another bone whistle, which was also their contact method, but the audio from the bone whistle was beyond the hearing range of ordinary people, and could only be heard by senior blood guards who had undergone special drug training. He only brought four people with him in total. Senior Blood Guard.

  He blew for a long time until his cheeks hurt, but he still didn't respond.

  There was a layer of uneasiness in his heart.

   "Are you...waiting for them?"

A devil-like voice suddenly appeared behind him, and Zhulong's heart jumped in shock. He turned around with a cold face, and saw a noble and cold man like an emperor walking towards him step by step with a slender figure. . The cold wind poured into the alley, stirring his black robe, like a black lotus rippling and dancing in the deep sea.

  His facial features are as beautiful as in memory.

   "Why...you?" He was dumbfounded.

   Xuan Yin raised his lips coldly: "Why can't it be me?"

   This was the first official meeting between the two, but neither of them admitted their mistake.

   Xuanyin's slender fingers hooked a small bundle, and the smile on the corner of his lips was cold and compelling: "Are you looking for them?"

He tossed it lightly, and the bundle landed at Zhulong's feet and spread out, revealing the small wooden plaques engraved with names and blood moon totems. Zhulong's sharp eyes swept over, one, two, three, four …one hundred.

  (end of this chapter)