And at this time,

Another incident occurred—

"Do not to escape quickly!" A heart-wrenching female shout came from somewhere. Then, a slender figure rushed directly to Chu Huai regardless of the sword light and the heavy rain, and it was necessary to block the stabbing sword for the young emperor.

According to routine,

This must be another classic heroic drama to save beauty.

The heroine blocked the fatal danger for the hero, and the hero was moved and was shocked to this person who could actually sacrifice his life for him.

Then when we get along, we feel that the heroine is so fresh and refined, and finally loves the heroine.

after all,

Since ancient times, deep affection cannot be kept, but only routines have won the hearts of the people.

but--

Chu Huai looked at the figure running towards him, twisted his delicate and dark eyebrows, and his habitual cleanliness became more and more angry.

Why do you want to pounce in his direction? Isn't it dirty?

The young emperor hid several steps sideways expressionlessly, and was also in the sword light that was approaching the woman's heart-wrenching words and the assassin.

With a "bang!"

The sword in the assassin's hand was snatched directly, and then the neck was smeared violently. The movement was so clean that it only left a subtle red line on the neck. The assassin had already widened his eyes and fell to the ground weakly.

Later,

The woman who was just trying to pounce on Chu Huai was already pressed against her heart with a sharp sword tip.

She trembled with fear, her head was hit for a moment, and she didn't have time to react, the next second!

It has been penetrated through the heart!

Maybe she would never have thought that the good strategy task she had planned had died before three seconds after she appeared.

The young man in white clothes stood there, holding a sword in one hand, and blood drips kept dripping from the sword, and large pieces of shocking blood drips gathered beside his snow-white brocade boots, but the clothes were not splashed with blood.

The boy did not hold an umbrella, and the heavy rain fell on him, wetting his clothes. The cold wind blew, his clothes fluttered, and his wind was like Shura!

The atmosphere seemed to be pressed by someone at this moment, and everyone who was originally panicked widened their eyes and looked at this scene.

Ranbai's eyes solved several people without blinking. There was no focal length in his light-colored pupils. No matter who he looked at, he seemed to look at a dead person. The light color had no temperature, reflecting the scene of heavy rain in the mountains and forests mixed with blood, as if it was condensed with thousands of years of ice.

All the assassins present were killed.

All of them were solved by dyeing and white without leaving any living mouth.

Young Master Xueyi slowly turned around. He held a long sword in his hand and looked at the young emperor standing not far away. His eyes were as cold as the sun could not penetrate the color, and there was no temperature at all.

The sudden rain fell on his body unscrupulously, and the raindrops fell on his long eyelashes, on his shoulders, and finally slipped silently, like a silent ice sculpture in the rain, flowing with a thrilling beauty and an extremely dangerous aura of death.

And the empty gaze that looked like the stagnant water of the cold pond fell on Chu Huai for a few seconds before gradually gaining focal length and temperature.

He said: "I am late to save the Lord, please forgive me."

This was the first time Chu Huai saw that the young man who had always been indifferent to the exiled immortals and seemed to be trapped in a murderous manner. It seemed to have subverted all Chu Huai's previous impression of this person, and it seemed that he should have been like this.
Chapter completed!