How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight Chapter 136

   Chapter 136 A lonely grave in a thousand miles, nowhere to say desolate (58)

  Wen Xien looked at him and sneered suddenly, completely fading away the panic just now, she patted Rong Yiqing's hand, smoothed the wrinkles on the palace gown, her brows and eyes were indifferent and noble.

   The always keen Rong Bo had already sensed something was wrong, he immediately turned around and looked outside the gate hall.

The screams of killing were loud, but there were some sounds of running away in the shouting and killing. Suddenly, a firework shot up into the sky outside the palace and exploded in the sky. It was the fireworks that were set when the army was raised and the agreement was completed. , but before the smile on Rong Bo's face was revealed, another firework came up again! exploded the sky.

   Rong Bo changed his face.

  Rong Yi turned his head in a rush, and then turned to look at Wen Xien with a mocking face.

   Wen Xien didn't look at him, but looked at Rong Bo steadily, and said in a low voice, "Withdraw the army."

   "The army of 100,000 has turned against me, what are you going to fight with me, Brother Erhuang?"

  The man in the dark red official uniform picked up the sword that the guard was hanging on his waist, the sword body glowed with a cold light, and the snow-white skin was made even more beautiful by the dark red clothes.

   Rong Bo was completely fascinated by the person in front of him. When she walked in, the tips of Rong Bo's ears turned red with excitement.

   "Hand over the tiger talisman."

   Wen Xien had an indifferent face, the sharp sword had reached the man's heart, as if it would pierce the thin silk in the next second, pierce into the flesh, and pierce into the heart.

  The man was silent, just staring at the person in front of him, a trace of obsession gradually appeared in his eyes.

   How can there be such a person... Even a cold face can make him so fascinated.

   There was a stinging pain in his chest, Rong Bo was awakened suddenly, he lowered his eyelashes, and saw the sword pierced in, the blood-stained ink-colored clothes, but it was not very obvious, just like wet.

  Rong Bo's eyes darkened, he slowly opened his eyes, Leng Jun's face was full of involuntary dread.

   Wen Xien, who was only patient with Rong Yiqing, became even more impatient when he saw that he was silent, and the sword stabbed a little deeper.

   "Hand over the tiger talisman, or you won't want that hand."

   Rong Bo's gaze was like a vicious snake, as if he wanted to bite her to death immediately, that thick and fierce gaze almost made Wen Xien unable to hold on.

   Wen Xien's legs shook, but the surface remained calm.

  [Wen Xien was frightened and cried: Seeing him like this, I can feel the hard days I will have in the future. ]

  [The system pierces her: What hard days? Isn't it enough to block the pain for you? ]

  [Wen Xien: Hee hee. ]

   The hot tiger talisman that was pinched in his hand was handed over, Wen Xien's mind relaxed slightly, and he reached out to pick it up. Just as he got it, Rong Bo clasped her wrist with a backhand, and Wen Xien was caught off guard by him.

  The sword fell to the ground with a bang, her neck was restrained by Rong Bo's arm, and a short sword was pressed against her neck.

The    reversal was too fast, and almost at that moment, everyone couldn't react.

  Rong Yiqing picked up the sword on the ground and pointed at Rong Yan, who was standing at a high place, watching the fun.

   "Prepare two horses for us and let the Imperial Army retreat, otherwise..."

   Rong Yiqing glanced at Wen Xien without a trace of warmth.

   Standing still, Rong Yan walked down the steps unhurriedly, and a thick, suffocating darkness emerged.

   In a low voice, "Do as he orders."

   The guards who were standing beside him immediately retreated.

   Rong Bo hijacked Wen Xien all the way and came out of the city very smoothly.

   Wen Xien also cooperated with him very much. Since she was kidnapped, she let Rong Bo move.

  The two horses lingered on the spot with strong limbs.

   As soon as Rong Bo wanted to get on the horse, he felt that Wen Xien, who had always been obedient, coughed softly. Rong Bo didn't care much until Wen Xien coughed again.

   The movement of getting on the horse stopped, Rong Bo pulled Wen Xien impatiently, and looked at her with a gloomy face.

   Wen Xien, whose clothes were a little messy, was not annoyed, glanced at Rong Bo, then at the horse, and shook his head silently.

   Rong Bo understood what Wen Xien meant almost instantly, but he couldn't understand why.

  Why would she help him, is it really helping or just another trap?

   The long silence made Wen Xien understand that Rong Bo didn't understand what she meant.

   Toes raised, Wen Xien approached his ear and whispered, "Change horses."

  The warm breath sprayed on his ear, Rong Bo seemed to smell a faint cold fragrance, very light.

   Rong Bo couldn't help but get closer and wanted to smell it more intensely.

  Wen Xien thought that Rong Bo hadn't heard clearly again, so he couldn't help pursing his lips.

   Rong Bo knew that Wen Xien had a habitual movement... that was always subconsciously pursing his lips.

   The diamond-shaped lips are as pale as the gorgeous peach blossoms that have been brushed off after the rain, just like the feeling of this person, as light as ice water, always giving people a feeling of being close but far away.

   Wen Xien repeated it again, this time in a slightly anxious tone, "Change horses!"

  Rong Bo lowered his eyelashes slightly, then raised his eyes and said coldly at Rong Yan who was not far away: "Change horses for me, don't play these tricks, Rong Yan, you don't want fourth brother to have any trouble, right?"

   After he finished speaking, the dagger in his hand moved a little closer to Wen Xien's neck.

   Wen Xien quietly stretched his neck forward a little, the sharp sword pierced into the fragile flesh, and the bright red blood flowed down the snow-white neck and slid into the clothes.

   Rong Yan's eyes were red when he saw the blood, his expression was ferocious, and he almost gritted his teeth, "Change it for him!"

   Seeing Rong Yan's frantic appearance, Rong Bo looked down slightly and saw a bloodstain on the snow-white neck.

  Rong Bo, who had never shaken his hand when holding the sword, shuddered suddenly, just when he wanted to move the sword away a little, his wrist Wen Xien grabbed it.

   might be blocking in the eyes of others, but only Rong Bo knew that Wen Xien pushed the sword in his hand forward again.

  The man with sparse eyebrows and stern eyes looked down at her for a while, his dark eyes seemed to hide some kind of depressed and manic depression.

   His Adam's apple rolled a few times, and his voice was extremely dry, "Come on! My patience is limited!"

Rong Yan watched the sword stab deeper and deeper, and Wen Xien's face became paler and paler. He seemed to feel that the incident had stabbed in his heart. He was almost mad in pain, and an inexplicable shadow covered the depths of his pupils. , like an abyss monster with human skin and a big mouth.

   "Rong Bo, you dare—"

   When he got to the back, he almost shouted, but when he saw the blood that seemed to flow from Wen Xien's neck, Rong Yan suddenly lost the confidence he had just now.

   "I'll let you go, let you go! Be gentle... Fourth brother is afraid of pain." The deep voice trembled a little.

   Rong Bo rode on his horse and ran out of the city gate with Wen Xien on his horse.

   (end of this chapter)

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