How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight

   Chapter 120 A lonely grave in a thousand miles, nowhere to say desolate (42)

  The prince kicked the guard away with a kick, his eyes full of gloom and cold blood, as if he was looking at a dead person, the guard's face turned pale in fright, and he didn't dare to stop him any longer.

   Wen Xien walked over, pulled out the sword of the guard next to him, and avoided the dance girl's attack smoothly and neatly, forcing the dance girl to retreat everywhere.

   These dance girls are not the opponents of Wen Xien at all, but they delayed for a while due to the large number of people.

   There was a burst of noise from behind, Wen Xien heard someone calling the prince, her heart tightened, and she turned to look over distractedly.

   In these few seconds, the dancer immediately stabbed over, Wen Xien couldn't be wrong, his arm was almost drawn into a hole, and blood stained half of his arm red.

   Just as the dancer was about to stab another sword, Wen Xien's eyes sharpened, and he quickly stepped back and waved his sword to resist.

   In the chaos, Rong Bo pretended to suppress the dancer, looked at a eunuch, and gave the **** a meaningful look.

   When the **** saw it, he immediately showed a look of fear and panic as if he changed his face. He screamed: "His Royal Highness, be careful!"

   The eunuch's voice was shrill and piercing, and Wen Xien heard it almost at once. She felt anxious in an instant when she thought of the prince's touching IQ.

   Wen Xien hurriedly shook off the dancer, turned around and started looking for the prince's shadow.

   She saw the prince coming here, and the guards next to him were closely guarding the prince. Even so, it made Wen Xien's heart skip a beat.

   Wen Xien was about to scold him when he saw the prince's complexion suddenly changed.

  Prince's pupils shrank suddenly, and his expression began to distort, almost roaring heartbreakingly.

   "Get out of the way! Get out of the way!!"

   Before Wen Xien could react, she felt a cool breeze behind her, she turned her head subconsciously, and a hot liquid was sprayed on her face.

  The liquid dyed Wen Xien's eyes red, and met Rong Yiqing's fair and handsome face, the young man was still stunned, as if he hadn't recovered from what happened.

  The young man dazedly touched his cheek with his fingers, and when he looked in front of him, it was blood.

  Wen Xien's eyes slowly turned red, she looked at Rong Yiqing in disbelief, her lips trembling.

   "Xiao...Xiaojiu..."

  Rong Yiqing smiled, as usual, with a neat and clean smile. He called out, "Fourth Brother..."

   As soon as Rong opened his mouth, blood flowed down the corner of his mouth, slid over his chin, and dripped onto the blue cloth, which was particularly conspicuous.

   The most conspicuous thing was the large smear of blood on Rong Yiqing's chest, which dyed his blue clothes red.

  The dancer was beheaded by the guards, and blood was spilled everywhere.

   Wen Xien raised his hand to help Rong Yiqing wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, but the more he wiped, the more the warm blood seemed to flow endlessly and could not stop.

   The more he wiped the boy's eyes, the redder his eyes became. Rong Yiqing's body swayed a few times and was about to slip off. Wen Xien crouched down and hugged him quickly.

   "The Imperial Physician! Pass on the Imperial Physician!"

Wen Xien hugged Rong Yiqing, her usual calm expression was broken, her eyes were half closed, her dim pupils were covered with a mist of water, and her lips were like a red fish with the fins on which she lived, "Xiao Jiu, How can you be so stupid... No, fourth brother won't let you have any trouble."

   Wen Xien pressed Rong Yiqing's bleeding chest, as if it could be blocked like this.

   Cold tears fell on Rong Yiqing's eyelashes, he was really stunned this time.

  Fourth Brother...Crying?

  This, how is this possible.

  Rong Yiqing endured the bursts of stinging pain in his chest and looked at Wen Xien. In the depths of Wen Xien's eyes, he saw pity, remorse, and... a trace of affection.

  Rong Yiqing, who is very good at capturing people's thoughts, almost immediately confirmed it.

   Wen Xien fell in love with him.

   He was lying in Wen Xien's arms, and seemed to hear her choked cry faintly.

   He was hugged tightly by Wen Xien, his hands pretending to be difficult to trap Wen Xien's slender waist.

  Rong Yiqing realized then that this person who he had been dreaming about in the middle of the night no matter his previous life or this one, and could not wait to eat meat and drink his blood, was so soft.

   He suddenly had a new way of revenge in his heart.

   What could be more humiliating than breaking the wings of this noble and arrogant fourth prince who was born with a jade-like appearance, and pressed him on the couch to humiliate him?

   At that time, he will definitely fulfill Wen Xien's wishes.

   The arrogant fourth prince? Are you still proud?

   The wound on the chest wasn't very painful. For Rong Yiqing, who was used to pain, it was nothing at all.

   And the wound is not deep, it just looks serious and there is a lot of blood flow.

   Rong Yiqing passed out pretending to be in pain, and he could clearly hear Wen Xien's trembling vibrato.

   "Xiao Jiu, Xiao Jiu, don't sleep, don't sleep okay, the imperial doctor will be here soon, Xiao Jiu."

   He listened, and was secretly proud of himself. He should have been disgusted, but he had a strange feeling of enjoyment.

   Enjoy Wen Xien's likes, and enjoy Wen Xien's attention.

   Enjoy and want to get more, what else do you want? Rong Yiqing did not dare to think further.

The ignored prince felt that the scene in front of him was extremely dazzling. Those dark gray eyes looked at Rong Yiqing without emotion, as if he was examining a lifeless tool or a worthless corpse. ——

   He took a step forward silently and pulled Wen Xien away. Wen Xien fell back because of inertia, but fortunately his hands responded quickly and held it up in advance.

As soon as his neck tightened, Rong Yiqing opened his eyes abruptly, and the palms stained with blood and human life were pinched at his neck at a speed that Rong Yiqing was completely unable to dodge. The dark gray pupils approached his bluish-purple face.

   The man's tone suddenly became icy and cold, "Damn you—Damn!"

   Rong Yan's eyes were bloodshot, and his expression was almost crazy, as if he had suddenly changed into a person.

   In his heart there was a beast that wanted to break out of the cage that imprisoned him.

   This man, I want to fight Wen Xien with him!

   How can it be?

   So, this man be damned.

  [The system is stunned and yells: What are you still doing, the protagonist is about to die! Don't hurry to stop it! ! ! ]

  [Wen Xien is reluctant to go: Haven't you seen the prince? How can I stop a weak woman, in case I am also strangled to death! ]

  [Wen Xien gets more and more angry: You don't feel bad for me! ]

  [The system is speechless for a moment: ... the protagonist is dead, you don't want to live. ]

  [Wen Xien got excited immediately: Che, I am the biggest villain, who am I afraid of! ]

  [System: ... a shameful thing. ]

"Snapped."

   The crisp slap made the hall quiet, and the air seemed to stop flowing.

   There was a tingling pain in the wrist, Rong Yan's eyes fell on the wrist cut by the sword, and he was quite at a loss.

   What about four thousand words?

   (end of this chapter)