Male God, a Little Su

If her martial arts are still there, these assassins are not her opponents at all. But now, she can only hide in the carriage like a waste person, watching her people fall one after another.

"wait for me--"

His cold lips fell on her eyelashes, and without looking back, he lifted the curtain and jumped out of the carriage.

Su Yan saw that he picked up the long sword on the ground and pulled a beautiful sword flower. The bright moonlight fell on his shoulders, and he seemed to be stepping on the stars to meet the assassins step by step.

He rarely does it himself, because it is dirty.

The long sleeves were constantly swaying by the wind, and he moved extremely fast, leaving only an afterimage of the sword in his hand. The blood stained the snow on the ground, and the snow in the night sky was big enough to cover all the sins in this world.

But it doesn't include everything Song Guanzhi did to Su Yan.

She looked lazily, and slowly threw the signal fireworks in her hand out of the window. With a loud noise, a gorgeous white light exploded above her head.

The ground faded.

Song Guanzhi turned his head abruptly and was stabbed in the back.

He didn't even say a word, and looked at the woman's smoke-filled eyes through the moonlight, as if he understood something.

"Su Yan!"

He didn't look back, the sword in his hand seemed to have eyes, and a blood line appeared on the neck of the black-robed assassin.

Blood splashed all over him, like red plums in full bloom.

He stepped up and walked towards Su Yan.

"Don't mess around, put down the riding whip." His voice was fast and urgent, the men in black were still pestering him, and Song Guanzhi's methods became more and more severe.

Su Yan rolled her eyes towards him, revealing a genuine smile.

Then he threw off the whip fiercely, and the horse was in pain, and suddenly ran away to the other side.

Quickly rushed into the darkness and disappeared.

There was an endless chill in his eyes, and he stared at the direction where Su Yan disappeared.

When the men in black saw that Su Yan disappeared, they no longer bothered, and turned to leave.

"Want to go?"

Song Guanzhi laughed hoarsely, his throat rolling slightly.

He raised his Qing Jun face, whose blood was splashed on it. His skin was morbidly pale, and his whole body was filled with a strong killing intent.

"Since you're here, let's all stay-"

As for the disobedient woman, he will take her back. Then lock her in the bed and make her never want to leave again!

Until then, let me give you a little freedom.

The eyes of the exiled man were bloodshot in an instant, and the smile on the corner of his lips seemed to be pitiful, but it only made people feel that there was a coolness in the cracks of the bones.

They were poised to flee.

However, he saw that he was acting like a ghost, and when his figure reappeared, a corpse fell.

Without exception, all had their throats cut.

Rivers of blood.

Only the standing man had a straight back, and the blood continued to gather to the tip of the sword, falling tick tock.

The warm blood melted the snow on the ground, and a faint pink color appeared on the edge.

He exhaled, and the wind fluctuated invisible behind him.

Song Guanzhi's voice was so calm that it was depressing, "Go and chase."

Disobedient little things will be severely punished!

Su Yan was not surprised at all, she was stopped not far away, and a familiar face appeared.

But it was Song Chaojiu, who should have returned to the mansion with the imperial concubine in a carriage. She curled her lips and smiled, "Long time no see, Your Highness Second Prince."

"I know that with your temper, you will choose to leave whenever you are given a chance."

Song Chao laughed for a long time with great joy, Song Guanzhi, you have no plans, but you don't count yourself, and there are times when you fall for women!