Quick Pass: The host has no desire to survive

Chapter 257 Young Master's Body is Delicate and Soft, Not Easy to Push Down (24)

With a look of anger, he threw the fishing rod into the bottomless lake, and asked Ling Xing behind him, "Have you prepared all the ingredients that His Highness asked you to prepare?"

Ling Xing looked at the extremely irritable Royal Highness, took a deep breath in his heart, hid the smile in his eyes, and replied respectfully: "Your Highness, what you want Xing'er to prepare has already been prepared. gone."

After listening to her words, Bei Er nodded secretly.

"Zhao'er, it's already noon, are you hungry?" Turning around with a smile on his face, he asked Sikong Zhao softly
At this moment, the fishing rod in Sikong Zhao's hand and the bell tied to the fishing line rang again.

With a little effort, he caught a big grass carp ashore.

Looking at the fat grass carp, Bei'er gradually became angry again, and later he grilled these fish and let them treat him like this.

Humph--

Sikong Zhao stood up, probably staggering a little due to sitting for a long time.

Bei Er quickly supported his arm, "Are your legs numb?"

Sikong Zhao's cold moon-like pupils were deep and bottomless, he looked up at Bei'er with a tense face, the dark color dimmed by two points, and then he coughed slightly.

"Well, it's numb."

Bei Er squatted in front of him, and gently pressed the acupuncture points on his legs a few times with his fingertips, "Your blood circulation is not caused by sitting for a long time. Your Highness can help you press a few times."

Looking at the heroine who was squatting on the ground in front of her, her pretty face was full of serious expressions, at this moment, that tender little hand was pressing on his calf little by little, suddenly the same longing from the bottom of my heart climbed up again like last time .

His heartbeat became faster, his dark pupils stared at her silently for a long time, the originally lazy and luxurious man opened his thin lips lightly, and let out a sentence: "Your Highness, you love me..."

Before Sikong Zhao finished speaking, he heard hurried footsteps coming from all directions.

In a blink of an eye, dozens of black-clothed killers covered their faces, holding long swords gleaming with cold light, and surrounded them all with a murderous aura.

"Protect Your Highness."

Ling Yue drew out his sword to protect Bei Er's body, while Ling Xing stretched out her five fingers. If you observe carefully, you can see that there is a flash of light on her fingertips.

The other waiters also stood guard in front of Bei'er with sharp swords in their hands.

Bei'er felt these dozens of evil spirits, and shot towards her directly.

She narrowed her icy blue eyes slightly, and looked up at Sikong Zhao, trying to see a trace of unnatural emotion in his eyes.

It's a pity that his expression remained the same as before, without any change.

The leader was dressed in a dark red dress, and looked like an extremely tall and straight man.

With an indifferent expression, he walked step by step in front of everyone in Bei'er with a sharp sword in hand.

"Xueyuemen is doing business, here to take the head of the empress dowager."

Bei'er stood up straight, her icy blue eyes slowly looked at Sikong Zhao who was still sitting on the chair.

But Sikong Zhao suddenly stretched out his hand for some reason, wanting to pull Bei'er into his arms.

As a result, Bei Er stepped back step by step, as if he was afraid of being touched by him.

Sikong Zhao's eyes dimmed slightly, looking at the empty palm, he didn't know what he was thinking.

Lingyue narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the killers in front of him, and said coldly: "Xueyuemen? Who sent you here?"

As soon as the words fell, the killer in front of her attacked, and she directly used her sword to resist the few people in front of her.

Bei'er just stood there quietly, watching with ice blue eyes that Lingyue cut one black-clothed killer after another under the knife, and many killers who wanted to rush over were also killed by those Lingyue who pretended to be maids in front of him. The hidden guard of Yun Pavilion was beheaded.

The dark guards did not move, but tightly guarded Bei'er in the middle.

Sikong Zhao leaned back on the chair, his cold moon-like eyes looked at Bei Er, who was three meters away from him, and suddenly he stood up, with a sad expression on his pale and beautiful face, he slightly stretched out his hand to want to Pull Bei'er's wrist.

However, she was stopped by the hidden guards in front of her, so she could only hold her clothes instead, and said in a weak voice, "Is Your Highness doubting me?"

Bei Er looked away from those corpses, narrowed her eyes slightly, turned her head to look at him, and said softly: "Sikong Zhao, why do you think these people only want to kill His Highness alone? You are His Highness who is about to marry Wang Fu, why do these killers have no intention of killing a person who is powerless?"

As she said that, she tried to pull back her sleeves, trying to stay away from this black-hearted person.

These people have declared themselves, and he is still pretending for her here.

Hmph, the defensiveness that I put down before was raised again in an instant.

Snow Moon Gate.

A mysterious killer organization on the rivers and lakes.

The purpose of this organization was to help Sikong Zhao solve some shady matters.

In the eyes of the outside world, the Xueyue Sect is cold-blooded and mysterious, and no one knows who their Sect Master is.

When Xueyuemen was first born, there were still many killer organizations looking for trouble.

After all, there is no room for two tigers in one mountain.

But after so many years, I watched those killer organizations who came to the door were wiped out one by one by Xueyuemen.

Li Shangzong, the killer organization that once dominated for a while, was also wiped out overnight by Xueyuemen from the inside out.

The Suzerain of the Lishang Sect was hung on the plaque of the sect just like that, bleeding to death.

Moreover, Xueyuemen also does some things that use people's money to eliminate disasters for others. They often receive orders for murder, and they can also buy and sell news.

Since then, the word Xueyuemen has become a fearsome existence.

Sikong Zhao saw her look like she wanted to stay away from him, his eyelids drooped for a moment, and he held her sleeve tightly, not letting her leave.

Probably because of too much force, so that he coughed again.

"Cough, cough, cough."

That complexion became even paler.

Bei Er looked at him, and there was some inexplicable emotion in his ice blue eyes, just watching him quietly, he would not be feeding him medicine like before.

Thinking of the target of her attack, and only thinking about killing herself, she felt a little irritable.

At this time, Xue Fei looked at his master, and turned his eyes to Xue Yue who was wearing a dark red dress.

As soon as the eyes of the two met, the tacit understanding of many years made Xueyue understand instantly, and then he raised his sword and stabbed Sikong Zhao who was stubbornly applying.

Looking at the painstaking effort of the sword that was about to stab Sikong Zhao, Bei Er didn't know where the evil idea came from, so he directly stretched out his arms to block him.

I saw Xueyue's gleaming sword piercing Bei'er's heart straight, and she fell to the ground in a flash.

Sikong Zhao's cold moon-like pupils were full of surprise, disbelief, doubt, anger and other emotions.

Seeing that His Highness was hit by the sword, Ling Xing hurriedly flew the silver needle on his finger to Xueyue, Xueyue was hit in the chest, and said in a cold voice: "Retreat."

Lying in Sikong Zhao's arms, Bei'er stretched out his hand to touch his pale face, slightly parted his lips, blood flowed out, and said weakly, "Have you paid off what I owe you?"

(End of this chapter)