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Someone knocked on the door, Ye Yang Bailiu and Zhao Ruoxi looked at each other, the former sat up straight again, regained his dignified and serious appearance, without looking back, he said lightly:

"come in."

Immediately with a "click", the door of the living room opened slowly, and a scent of freshly baked bread wafted in.

I saw a maid pushing the dining car, wearing a black silk white dress, with a dignified temperament, and the white belt was tied meticulously, which was the attire of a high-ranking court maid.

In a blink of an eye, the maid pushed the dining trolley to the table and leaned slightly, as if she wanted to lift the cover of the table and present the freshly baked cheese bread.

But at this moment, Zhao Ruoxi who was on the side suddenly raised her head, stared at the other person's face, and said in a little confusion, "You are not a court maid..."

Before she could finish her sentence, she suddenly changed!

The maid who was leaning over suddenly lifted her skirt, revealing the handle of the knife tied to her thigh, and then the knife flashed, and a red light wiped Zhao Ruoxi's throat.

The speed was as fast as lightning, and it was so fast that it was difficult for people to react.

And just a second ago, at the moment when Zhao Ruoxi suddenly asked a question, Ye Yang Bailiu, who had his back to the maid, noticed something unusual.

Between the lightning and the flint, she saw a glimmer of metal in the corner of her eyes. Before she had time to think, she fitted herself and threw herself at Zhao Ruoxi who was facing her.

"Pfft!"

The red glow passed by, and the sound of the sword piercing the flesh was as thin as a hair, but it was thrilling. The air seems to be cut by a high-speed moving blade, leaving a misplaced transparent thread. After freezing for half a second, a large stream of blood sprayed out from Ye Yang Bailiu's back, and the light blue priest's robe was instantly dyed red.

At this moment, there is only one thought in her mind, that is, she promised that person, she will definitely protect the target.

The knife is scarlet, with an extremely terrifying killing intent, as if it can cut everything in the world. Just one knife, and his life is in danger.

Immediately afterwards, the assassin turned his wrist and pulled up the saber flower, and the **** red light bloomed again.

Zhao Ruoxi, who was thrown to the ground, did not sit still, and immediately rolled sideways and backwards while hugging Yeyang Bailiu, who was flying to block the knife for her.

The red light streaked across the ground, the luxurious carpet was split in two, and the saber air penetrated the concrete floor, bringing up a trace of granite powder.

"Steam armor!"

With a soft shout, countless metal components flew out of the void and landed heavily on the petite girl. The huge and heavy components collided with each other, bursting out bursts of sparks.

The power core is burning fiercely, the surrounding temperature rises rapidly, the cylinders are rushing, the pistons are surging, and there is a high-pitched siren sound.

At the same time, the third saber light followed, slashing towards the place where the steam was thinning.

There was only a loud "clang", and bright sparks splashed everywhere. One knife failed, another knife. The sword light is like a violent wind and waves, slashing and chopping frantically. The ear-piercing sound of the blade cutting across the steel accompanied by the spray of sparks made one's scalp tingle.

However, the assassin's attacks were all blocked. When the steam dissipated slowly, a heavily armored girl wrapped in a huge metal component, crossing her giant fists to resist the sword light was revealed.

Under the protection of Zhao Ruoxi, Ye Yang Bailiu struggled to stand up, his eyes fixed on the assassin disguised as a maid.

The other person's face was very familiar, almost the one she saw every day, under sullenness, she couldn't help but blurt out:

"Blood kite!"

"How could you, how could you..."

After a short period of astonishment, Ye Yang Bailiu showed a suddenly realized expression: "I understand..."

"You belong to the fourth prince!"

A sneer appeared on the female assassin's cold face.

This is a middle-aged woman with rigid facial lines, a thin and long face, and high and protruding cheekbones. She is not good-looking, but she looks fierce.

She is Xueyuan, one of the "ten servants before the king" of Malan 22nd.

On the day Triris ascended the throne, she and the other two former king's ten attendants and "Li Hate" who later left the palace to found the underground assassin organization immediately chose to seek refuge with the new master.

But in fact, she is just a dark chess piece lurking beside the enemy. Wait for the opportunity to deliver the deadliest blow.

And now, it is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. As long as the seventh princess is killed as a hostage, the Qing Kingdom will completely turn against him, and Zhao Yuankai will personally lead the army to fight to the death with the Red Kingdom.

A layer of emerald green light appeared all over Yeyang Bailiu's body, and the wound on his back gradually healed. However, there is an invisible force fighting against the healing light of life. Whenever the red light blooms, the wound will be torn open again, from the inside to the outside, the skin is ripped apart, and blood is sprayed.

The chaotic magic energy of the magic warrior and the life energy of the quick healer are opposites, as if light and darkness, ice and fire, collide and repel each other.

Compared with pure psionic attacks, the damage caused by chaos magic is more terrifying.

I saw Ye Yang Bailiu's face was pale, and her lips that were originally rosy and full were now without a trace of blood. She struggled to stand up, her body trembling slightly, resisting the severe pain in her back, stood up straight, stretched out her hand to hold it, and the demon-breaking spear and golden shield appeared in her hand, then gritted her teeth, took a step forward, and blocked the steam In front of the princess.

"I didn't expect to be able to stand up after being stabbed by me."

Xueyuan raised her head high, as if looking at the weak.

In the next second, Xueyuan, who was strolling in the courtyard, violently rose up without warning, turned around, and threw a whip leg at the two of them.

Ye Yang Bailiu, who was standing at the front, subconsciously raised his golden shield and leaned forward to block the attack.

Accompanied by a dull sound, a huge force came from the shield. Although the body remained motionless, the wound on the back opened again, and blood sprayed out.

It has to be said that Xueyuan's combat experience is extremely rich, and her methods are extremely vicious, looking for weak points and weaknesses. The move is fatal. Once the wound is torn open, it is like a shark smelling blood, chasing its prey frantically until one of them falls.

"Treat the wound first..." Zhao Ruoxi moved to stand between Ye Yang Bailiu and the assassin, "A magic warrior can't pose a threat to us."

"Little girl, your judgment is very correct." Xue Yuan sneered, "So, there are more than one of us..."

Before the words fell, there was a loud "bang" at the door, and it was blown away by a huge force, and two capable figures walked in.

Seeing people coming, Ye Yangbai and Liu Xing's eyes widened, because they were the other two of the three king's ten servants who took refuge in Cuilisi.

She couldn't help but smile wryly in her heart. She never thought that the most loyal dog in the past would easily betray its master.

The two assassins seemed to be strolling in the courtyard, but intentionally or unintentionally, they quickly occupied the most favorable position, forming a triangular siege situation against them.

Ye Yang and Bai Liu glanced around, shook the Great Sun Demon Spear in his hand, took a deep breath, then leaned close to Zhao Ruoxi, and whispered, "I'll cover you from rushing out..."

"Longlin Guard is just outside the city, find old general Huang Fenglie, he will protect you." After speaking, Ye Yang Bailiu looked at the three assassins with a determined look on his face.

Facing Yeyang Bailiu's self-sacrifice, Zhao Ruoxi expressed opposition, "The success rate of my escape alone is only 30%, but we fight with all our strength, the success rate is 65%."

Hearing the girl's words, the three assassins showed mocking expressions at the same time.

The answer will be revealed in the next second.

A huge coercion came from outside the door, and the lights became extremely dim.

It seemed that there were countless pairs of scarlet eyes peeping from the dark, exuding cold malice and greed.

Amidst the surging black mist, a figure slowly approached.

Although it is only the figure of an ordinary person, it seems like a huge shadow strikes, landslides and tsunamis change the color of the world.

Ye Yang Bailiu showed a desperate expression, originally there was still a glimmer of life, but now there is nothing.

Because the person in front of him is none other than Malan's fourth prince, Qiao An, a king-level existence!

In order to destroy Chen Xing's plan, the fourth prince, Qiao An, did not hesitate to let go of the pride of the supreme powerhouse, and took action himself.

"Just grab it."

"I will let you die a little easier." Xue Yuan persuaded.

The Great King is here, and resistance is meaningless.

However, just when Yeyang Bailiu was completely hopeless and was thinking about how to die with dignity, a high-pitched laughter sounded from the dome.

"Uh heh heh heh heh..."

That laughter is charming and crazy, with naked/naked/naked contempt and mockery.

And, not one, but two laughs.

One is moist and full of magnetism, and the other is clear and bright, like a yellow warbler out of the valley. Although the voice lines are different, the madness and charm in the laughter are the same.

In an instant, the complexions of Joan and the three assassins changed suddenly, and they lost all blood in an instant, as white as paper.

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