From time to time, the War King would turn his head and look behind him.
Seeing Nuobao following him obediently, he felt relieved.
Some assassins noticed Nuobao's figure. They were obviously prepared, and they seemed to be coming for Nuobao.
More and more assassins are gathering here.
The war king's eyes were cold and stern, and the long sword in his hand harvested one after another.
There was a strong bloody aura all over his body, like the god of death coming.
Even though there were many assassins, the War King still protected Nuo Bao well.
The little guy is obedient and saves trouble.
Even though I can see my father's figure from a distance.
But Nuobao didn't run around, and still followed the King of War obediently.
Nuobao knew in her heart that she had no ability to protect herself now. If she ran over rashly, she would be killed.
What's more, there are many assassins on the tyrant father's side.
Nuobao would not be so stupid as to run over and die!
The King of War took the time to take a look at her and saw that although Xiaonuituan was only three years old, he was not afraid of danger and did not cry or make trouble or cause any trouble for him.
Under the mask, the corners of Mu Heng's mouth were slightly raised.
Although the little guy has bad eyesight, he always recognizes his father by mistake.
But it is better to be well-behaved and obedient.
Mu Heng was fierce and led Nuo Bao to fight a bloody path.
Seeing that the situation has turned to their side, they are about to win the battle.
suddenly--
Nuobao turned his head and saw the archer lurking in the woods.
The bow and arrow were pointed in her direction, obviously trying to kill her.
Drawing the bow and releasing the arrow, the arrows came like meteors.
The speed is so fast that no one has time to avoid it.
"Be careful!" Mu Heng pulled out the sword from the enemy's chest and kicked the body away.
Holding Nuobao in one hand, he protected the little guy tightly in his arms, and raised the long sword in one hand to block all the flying arrows.
"Uncle Emperor, be careful."
Nuobao was held in the arms of the King of War, staring at this scene nervously with his big round eyes.
Arrows fell from the sky like raindrops.
If this pricks Nuobao, she will not be pricked into a little hedgehog!
Thinking of that scene, the little guy suddenly shuddered.
These humans are too cruel!
Just bully her, a weakling with no strength.
When the koi cubs regain their spiritual power, they must be marinated into small dried fish.
Just as he was thinking, an arrow pierced the War King's right shoulder.
It was the arm holding Nuobao.
The King of War groaned and paused obviously.
"Uncle Emperor, are you injured?" Nuobao looked at him with concern.
"fine."
Fortunately, reinforcements arrived quickly.
It is surrounded by three floors inside and three floors outside.
Protect the Nuobao tightly inside.
The assassins were gradually at a disadvantage and were soon killed.
"Your Majesty, we have captured a man alive."
An assassin's hands and feet were broken off and presented to Mu Han.
Mu Han's eyes were cold and he chopped off the head directly.
"Clean up the scene."
"yes."
After the crisis is resolved, the tyrant can go find Nuobao.
He saw the figure of the little boy just now.
But there were too many killers surrounding him at that time.
The tyrant couldn't get away for a while, but fortunately the war king was by Nuobao's side.
Only then could Mu Han safely go into the battle without any worries.
When the tyrant walked over, Nuobao was gathered around the king of war to inquire about his welfare.
The King of War was hit by an arrow in the shoulder, and the accompanying military doctor was preparing to draw his sword for him.
Uncle Jiuhuang was injured because he was protecting her. Nuobao was both concerned and guilty.
"Uncle Military Doctor, please be gentle." The little guy said with a roar.
It was obviously the War King who was about to draw his sword, but Nuo Bao frowned and looked nervous.
As if she was the one to draw the sword.
Upon hearing this, the military doctor immediately laughed.
"Don't worry, little princess. The arrow is not poisonous, and it did not hurt the prince's vitals. This small injury is nothing to the prince."
"But it will hurt!" Nuobao grinned suddenly, as if he had already felt the pain.
"Hahahaha..." The military doctor was immediately amused by her.
"Don't worry, princess. People who are marching and fighting can't be so delicate."
Under the mask, Mu Heng couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth.
"Don't worry." He soothed in a rare voice.
"I don't feel any pain."
"Oh~" Although Uncle Nine Emperors said this, Nuobao still looked nervously.
The military doctor just grasped the arrow and pulled it out halfway.
Nuobao saw the war king's eyes condensed.
Although I can't see Uncle Nine Emperors' expression.
But from the change in his eyes, Nuobao knew that Uncle Nine Emperors was indeed being tough.
How could it not hurt!
Nuobao stretched out his thin arm without hesitation.
"Uncle Emperor, if it hurts you, just bite me."
Uncle Nine Emperors must be embarrassed to cry out in pain.
Men all want to save face.
He was injured because he was protecting Nuobao.
Nuobao was very considerate and decided to protect Uncle Nine Emperors' face.
"Bite you?" Mu Heng's eyes flashed with surprise.
He looked at the thin, white and soft arm in front of him.
The silent lake in my heart suddenly had ripples.
"You..." Mu Heng's eyes were a little complicated.
See Nuobao looking at him with concern.
Is this little guy feeling sorry for him?
This realization made him feel warm in his heart.
The War King has been fighting for many years, experienced hundreds of battles, and suffered countless injuries.
The most serious one was that I almost lost my life.
There was no time that was not more serious than this minor injury now.
But no one had ever felt sorry for him before.
And now, this little nub whom he has only met a few times seems to be feeling sorry for him?
Mu Heng's mood was a little complicated for a while.
But what is certain is that he doesn't hate this feeling.
This feeling of being cared about and cared about all the time.
Seeing Uncle Jiuhuang didn't speak.
Nuobao thought he was in so much pain that he could not speak.
then what should we do?
The little guy tilted his head and thought in distress.
If it was before, Nuobao could still use spiritual power to help him relieve some pain.
It's a pity that now, Nuobao's spiritual power is gone.
After thinking about it, Nuobao decided to use the method the queen mother used to coax her.
The little guy pouted his mouth, came close to his wound, and blew gently.
While muttering softly: "Blow on it and it won't hurt. Blow on it and it hurts and it will fly away~"
Mu Heng couldn't laugh or cry for a moment.
Is this little guy treating him like a three-year-old?
but……
Seeing Nuobao pouting with a serious look on his face, he helped him blow.
Mu Heng seemed to understand suddenly.
Why is the imperial brother so cold and heartless?
I would be so partial to a three-year-old breast.
There is a delicate and soft daughter who is not only well-behaved and considerate, but will also comfort you with her sweet little milky voice when you are hurt.
It is indeed much better than those few princes who only know how to build houses and are disgusting to others.
Although the few breaths Nuobao blew did not take away the pain at all.
But Mu Heng did not stop her from acting so childishly.
When he met those crystal clear eyes, he nodded seriously.
"Blow on it, and it really doesn't hurt anymore."
Military doctor: "..."
Witnessing this scene, Mu Han looked confused.
"How come I didn't know before that the Ninth Emperor Brother still has such a side."
"What." Jin Shan scratched his head, looking confused.
Mu Han raised his lips and sneered, spitting out four words: "A lot of nonsense."
The tyrant lowered his eyes and his eyes fell on his arms.
Having just been stabbed by an assassin, he only bandaged it hastily and perfunctorily.
At this moment, the white bandage was oozing with red blood again.
Mu Han pulled off the bandage without changing his expression, revealing a gaping wound.
The rough movement caused the wound to open again.
The tyrant didn't care, and it was just what he wanted.
He winked lightly.
Jin Shan stared with a pair of big copper bell eyes, like a silly black bear, and had a loud voice.
"What's wrong, Your Majesty, do you want your subordinates to help you with your blowing?"
Mu Han: "..."
How on earth did this idiot get into this position?
But in Jin Shan's eyes, his speechless expression had another meaning.
Jin Shan's bronze face clearly showed hesitation.
"Well, then..."
Although he felt that this behavior was girlish and a bit inconsistent with his image of a powerful and tough guy.
But there is no way.
The emperor's order is difficult.
Jin Shan had no choice but to pouted and blew a big breath at Muhan's arm.
"call--"
