"Brother Ninth, throw this person onto the carriage first." The second prince threw the person who was stabbed at the Ninth prince while dealing with the person who attacked him. Grandma~ He offended many people.

"Second brother, isn't he dead?" Seeing that he was still covering his stomach and bleeding from his mouth, he couldn't help asking.

"I'm not dead..." He suddenly looked up and said to him in a hurry. The corners of his mouth twitched. Your life was so great. Someone attacked from behind. He hid a clever way, kicked his feet back, and the man flew one meter away.

"And she" he pushed himself towards him. "Hurry!" He fought a way for him. The Ninth Prince pulled himself while supporting the half-dead man. Finally, he left the palace, and the Ninth Prince threw the man into the carriage with force.

I only heard his miserable saying "Be gentle, prince." Everyone inside escaped, but after waiting for a while, they didn't see the lady coming out. They became more and more anxious. "Where are you going?" He looked at himself running inside and asked.

"Save people." He looked at himself, and his disdainful expression appeared. Now he didn't care about etiquette or something. Miss, what else can he do?

"Why are you here again?" Xiao Shuang ran to the second prince, and there was a sense of security around him. He waved his sword with a relaxed expression. The people in front of him fell to the ground, and there was no sadness on his face. He went to fight to kill the enemy, and there were thousands of dead souls under the sword. What are these? "Trouble!" He suddenly turned to himself and swung the sword that was still dripping blood. Could it be that he thought he was troublesome and wanted to kill himself? No? Xiao Shuang closed his eyes tightly and waited for the sword. He should have seen King Yama just now. It was him who saved him, and it was normal to take it back now.

"Ah--" A scream came from behind me. Fortunately, I didn't want to kill me.

"Give it!" He threw his long sword to himself and quickly caught the sword that was not still dripping blood.

"What about you?" He didn't look back, but saw the corner of his mouth rise up. He walked forward a few steps and dealt with the enemy with bare hands. Don't think that without the sword, you can't do it. Using the sword is just not trying to dirty your hands... He is getting braver as he fights, chops, strikes, pushes, presses, twists, thrusts, and ramms. His sword technique is flexible, varied, weird and incisive, and his strength is influential, fast and rapid, with one move and one momentum, and his movements are compact. The momentum urges each attack to climb step by step.

"Your sister, I told you to step on people randomly." Ziqi picked up a long sword on the ground. At least she had learned some Aikido, Taekwondo, Karate, Aikido, Judo, Junbo, Sanda. She could use one move each one. In the end, she could only use one of them. She tried it... But when she was facing these men with bad intentions in front of her, she was still panicked.

"Little beauty, please give in." One of them looked at him with a smirk, his eyes as if they were about to stand out. It was so disgusting. Just as they were all about to pounce on him and pressed him down, the other party suddenly stiffened, and his horrified expression frozen on his face. He opened his mouth and spewed out a mouthful of blood.
Chapter completed!