Before he could finish his words, accompanied by the sound of strong wind among the branches and leaves, the man suddenly looked into a pair of emotionless eyes.
The look in his eyes was too calm, not human-like.
There was no light reflected in the gray eyes, the cold blade was so cold, and the blood spattered out only added a touch of dark color.
This is the Dark Guard, a completely pure murder weapon, surprisingly loyal and extremely dangerous.
It's a pity that the man never had the chance to bring the news back.
The young man calmly cleaned up the scene and returned to the place where he kept watch like a fleeting glimpse of light. .
It was as if nothing had happened.
The cake that the princess cherished so much was still in its original place.
Pei Lin stood quietly in front of the window, his thick eyelashes trembling slightly in the wind, his pupils dimmed and staring ahead from a distance.
The dark night did not hinder his observation. He wiped the thin blade clean of blood and put it away again. This time, there was a rare confusion in his eyes.
To protect the princess, you should also take care of her, right?
The young man frowned slightly, but his actions were more decisive than he thought...
In the dimness, Suna felt that the hot spot felt a little more comfortable. She turned over, and the brocade fur that she had lifted covered her body well.
She was sleeping peacefully, and her brows were still slightly wrinkled, making people want to help her smooth them out.
The young man stared for a moment, then slowly stopped moving. His fingertips were slightly bent and he subconsciously grasped the hilt of the sheathed sword. The cold air of death still lingering on it calmed him down.
After all, he didn't do anything unnecessary.
Suna did not rest and enjoy her sleep this time. The guards outside gathered anxiously at the door, and soon amid the noise, the old wooden door was rudely pushed open.
No time to react, no mercy.
The sharp spear point was pointed directly at her chin, and the other person kept pushing her to walk faster from behind.
His attitude could be described as extremely impatient, as if he was escorting a prisoner.
The sixth princess in the original book went crazy when she was treated with this attitude, and even yelled and cursed the heroine to die.
This exit description is very suitable for a vicious female supporting role.
Suna originally wanted to perform, but he was too tired to do it.
After burning all night last night, she leaned tiredly in the car. Just before the carriage was lifted, she suddenly opened her eyes and said in a serious tone, "Pei Lin."
The burning light filtered into the car, the curtains blocked the scenery, and the human voices gradually died down.
"My subordinate is here."
The boy's mellow bass sounded slightly, making people feel a little trance-like.
Suna looked around the small car and saw clearly nothing. But now was not the time to be curious, she asked bluntly:
"No matter what, will you always stand by my side?"
"Subordinates will obey their master's orders."
"This journey is destined to be full of misfortunes. Are you willing to follow me and protect me?"
She thought this was the last time she would ask this question.
After a few breaths, the other party said in a very calm tone: "If the princess needs anything, just give the order."
He didn't answer her directly.
He is just a sharp weapon in the hands of his master, just carry out his duties.
The girl raised her eyelids slightly, lifted the curtain with her bare hands, and watched as the familiar scenery of Xia Kingdom gradually faded out of sight. His thin body bumped twice as the car moved.
She was silent for a while, then suddenly laughed out loud, her red lips parted slightly and she said calmly: "They set up a dead end, but I don't want to die."
"So no matter what method you use next, the task is to keep me alive. I can only accept success."
She bluntly stated what she wanted, but maybe she spoke too quickly, and couldn't help but cough a few times. Her little face was extremely pale, and her frail face gave off a hint of morbid surliness.
