Someone knocked on the door, and Ye Yang Bailiu and Zhao Ruoxi looked at each other. The former sat up straight again, regaining his dignified and serious look, without looking back, and said lightly:
"come in."
Then there was a "click", and the door of the living room slowly opened, and the smell of freshly baked bread wafted in.
I saw a maid pushing the dining cart. She was wearing a black stocking and a white skirt, with a dignified temperament and a neatly tied white belt. She was the attire of a high-end palace maid.
In the blink of an eye, the maid pushed the dining cart to the table, leaned over slightly, as if she wanted to lift the lid and serve the freshly baked cheese bread.
But at this moment, Zhao Ruoxi on the side suddenly raised her head, stared at the other person's face, and said slightly confused, "You are not a palace maid..."
Before she could finish her words, a sudden change occurred!
The maid who was leaning over suddenly lifted her skirt, revealing the handle of the knife tied to her thigh. Then the knife flashed, and a red light struck Zhao Ruoxi's throat.
The speed was as fast as lightning, so fast that it was difficult for people to react.
And just a second ago, when Zhao Ruoxi suddenly asked a question, Ye Yang Bailiu, who had his back to the maid, noticed something unusual.
Between the lightning and flint, she caught a glimmer of metal in the corner of her eyes. She didn't even have time to think before she jumped towards Zhao Ruoxi opposite.
"Pfft!"
Red light passed by, and the sound of the sword entering flesh was as thin as hair, but thrilling. The air seemed to be cut by a high-speed moving blade, leaving a misplaced transparent thread. After freezing for half a second, a large amount of blood spurted out from Ye Yang Bailiu's back, and the light blue priest's robe was instantly dyed red.
At this moment, there was only one thought in her mind, that is, she had promised that person and she would protect the target.
The sword's light was scarlet, with extremely terrifying killing intent, as if it could cut everything in the world. With just one stab, his life was in danger.
Then the assassin flipped his wrist, raised the sword, and the bloody red light bloomed again.
Zhao Ruoxi, who was thrown to the ground, did not sit still and wait for death. She immediately rolled to the side and back while holding Ye Yang Bailiu, who flew to block the knife for her.
Red light streaked across the ground, the luxurious carpet was split into two, and the sword energy penetrated the concrete floor, bringing up a trace of granite powder.
"Steam Armor!"
With a scream, countless metal components flew out of the void and landed heavily on the petite girl. Huge and heavy components collided with each other, bursting out bursts of sparks.
The power core burned fiercely, the surrounding temperature rose rapidly, the cylinders surged, the pistons surged, and a high-pitched whistle sounded.
At the same time, the third sword light followed and struck where the steam was thinning.
Only a loud "clang" sound was heard, and bright sparks sprayed everywhere. After one stab failed, he struck again. The sword's light was like a strong wind and waves, slashing and cutting crazily. The sharp screech of the blade cutting through steel, accompanied by the spray of sparks, made one's scalp numb.
However, all the assassin's attacks were blocked. When the steam slowly dissipated, a heavily armored girl wrapped in a huge metal structure was revealed, with her giant fists crossed to resist the light of the sword.
Under the protection of Zhao Ruoxi, Ye Yang Bailiu struggled to stand up, staring intently at the assassin disguised as a maid.
The other party's face was extremely familiar, it was someone she saw almost every day. In anger, she couldn't help blurting out:
"Blood Kite!"
"How could you, how could you..."
After a brief moment of shock, Ye Yang Bailiu showed an expression of sudden realization: "I understand..."
"You belong to the Fourth Prince!"
A hint of sneer appeared on the female assassin's cold face.
This is a middle-aged woman with stereotyped facial lines, a slender face, and high cheekbones. She is not good-looking, but she has a fierce look.
She is Xue Yuan, one of the "Top Ten Attendants of the King" who was once the 22nd Malan.
On the day Triris ascended the throne, she, the other two former ten servants of the king, and "Lihen" who later left the palace to found an underground assassin organization, immediately chose to join their new master.
But in fact, she is just a secret chess lurking around the enemy. Wait for the opportunity to launch the most fatal blow.
But now is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. As long as the seventh princess is killed as a hostage, the Qing Kingdom will completely fall out with him, and Zhao Yuankai will personally lead an army to fight to the death with the Red Kingdom.
Yeyang Bailiu's body was covered with a layer of green light, and the wounds on his back gradually healed. However, there is an invisible force fighting against the healing light of life. Whenever the red light blooms, the wound will be torn open again, from the inside out, the skin will be torn and the flesh will be ripped open, and blood will spray out.
The chaotic magic energy of the magic warrior and the life energy of the fast healer are opposite existences, as if light and darkness, ice and fire, collide with each other and repel each other.
Compared to pure psychic attacks, the damage caused by chaotic magic energy is more terrifying.
I saw that Ye Yang Bailiu's face was pale, and his originally red and full lips now had no trace of blood. She struggled to stand up, her body trembling slightly, resisting the severe pain in her back, stood up straight, stretched out her hand, and the demon-breaking spear and golden shield appeared in her hand, then gritted her teeth, took a step forward, and blocked the steam. In front of the princess.
"I didn't expect that I could still stand up after being stabbed by me."
Xue Yuan raised his head high, as if he was looking at the weak.
The next second, Xue Yuan, who was strolling in the courtyard, suddenly rose up without any warning, twisted his waist, and whipped his leg towards the two of them.
Ye Yang Bailiu, who was standing at the front, subconsciously raised his golden shield and leaned forward to resist the attack.
Along with a dull sound, a huge force came from the shield. Although his body remained motionless, the wound on his back opened again and blood sprayed out.
It has to be said that Xueyuan has extremely rich combat experience, and his methods are extremely vicious, looking for the weakest points and weaknesses to attack. The moves are deadly, and once the wound is opened, it is like a shark that smells blood, pursuing its prey crazily until one of them falls.
"Treat the wound first..." Zhao Ruoxi moved her position and stood between Ye Yang Bailiu and the assassin. "A magic warrior cannot pose a threat to us."
"Little girl, your judgment is very correct." Xueyuan sneered, "So, there is more than one of us..."
Before he finished speaking, the door made a loud "bang" and was blown away by a huge force, and two capable and capable figures walked in.
Seeing the people coming, Ye Yang, Bai Liuxing's eyes widened, because they were the other two of the three top ten servants of the king who had taken refuge in Cuilisi.
She couldn't help but smile bitterly in her heart. She never thought that the once most loyal dog could betray its master so easily.
The two assassins seemed to be strolling in the courtyard. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, they quickly occupied the most advantageous position and formed a triangle siege against the two.
Ye Yang Bailiu glanced around, held the Great Sun Demon Breaking Gun in his hand, took a deep breath, then got close to Zhao Ruoxi, and whispered, "I'll cover you and rush out..."
"The Dragon Scale Guards are just outside the city. Find Old General Huang Fenglie and he will protect you." After saying that, Ye Yang Bailiu looked at the three assassins with a look of determination on his face.
Faced with Ye Yang Bailiu's self-sacrifice, Zhao Ruoxi expressed her opposition, "My success rate of escaping alone is only 30%, but when we fight with all our strength, our success rate is 65%."
Hearing the girl's words, the three assassins showed mocking expressions in unison.
The answer will be revealed in the next second.
A huge pressure came from outside the door, and the lights became extremely dim.
It was as if there were countless pairs of scarlet eyes peering in the dark, exuding cold malice and greed.
Amidst the surging black mist, a figure came slowly.
Although he was just an ordinary person, he was like a huge shadow, causing landslides and tsunamis, and the color of the world changed.
Ye Yang Bailiu showed a desperate expression. There was originally a glimmer of hope, but now there is nothing.
Because the person in front of him is the fourth prince Qiao An of Malan, a king-level existence!
In order to destroy Chen Xing's plan, the fourth prince Qiao An did not hesitate to put aside his pride as the supreme power and take action himself.
"Let's capture him without mercy."
"I will let you die a happy death." Xueyuan advised.
The great king is here, and there is no point in resisting.
However, just when Yeyang Bailiu was despairing and thinking about how to die with dignity, high-pitched laughter rang out from the dome.
"Uh hehe hehe hehe..."
The laughter was charming and crazy, with naked contempt and ridicule.
And there was not one laugh, but two.
One is moist and waxy, full of magnetism, and the other is clear and bright, like an oriole out of the valley. Although the voices are different, the madness and charm in the laughter are the same.
In an instant, the faces of Qiao An and the three assassins suddenly changed, losing all color in an instant, as if they were white paper.
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