The little princess was torn, and the demon emperor patched her up

Chapter 122 Shang Bingjiu caresses the girl: Pray to me
"boom!"

With a crisp sound, Xiao Qian smashed the teacup in his hand.

Perhaps knowing that the alliance negotiations were completely hopeless, he stood up with a sullen face, snatched the sword of the Royal Guard, and fought with the other soldiers who rushed in.

Xiao Baojing held his shoulder bag in one hand and Yue Niang's sleeve in the other, and looked anxiously at the fight in the hall.

Xiao Qian looks kind and solid, but I didn't expect he's such a good fighter!

No wonder he dared to challenge Hong Huanyi alone in Wang Garden!
A guard flew backwards in a panic and knocked over the food table in front of her.

Xiao Baojing quickly picked up the sword that had fallen to the ground and nervously held it across his face.

She reminded him, "Brother Xiao, catch the leader first!"

Even though Xiao Qian is a good fighter, two fists cannot beat four hands. Moreover, this is Gu Song's territory. Delaying the attack for too long will only be disadvantageous to them. They have to capture Gu Zhenliang and use him to threaten Gu Song's army to let them return to Southern Tang.

Xiao Qian understood, and the sharp sword light swept away the guards blocking his way. He rushed up the imperial steps in three or two steps, but saw that dozens of guards wearing heavy armor and holding shields suddenly rushed out in front of Gu Zhenliang, protecting him tightly behind them!
"Hehe!" Gu Zhenliang poked his head out proudly, the six tasseled imperial crown on his forehead swaying, his lips, which he had not had time to wipe after eating pork, were greasy, "Come and hit me, come and hit me! You can't hit me, right? Hehe!"

Xiao Baojing gritted his teeth as he watched.

This guy really deserves a beating!

"Now, this is me!"

Gu Zhenliang raised a fist high and slowly raised a thumb.

He sat on the highest dragon throne in the hall, with his hand raised high, so that everyone in the hall could clearly see his thumb.

Xiao Baojing then discovered that his right hand was originally incomplete. He was missing a thumb. The thumb was now carved out of gold, and he didn't know how it was firmly embedded in his palm.

The thumb is shining with golden light, and it reflects golden light at the highest point, which is almost dazzling!
Gu Zhenliang said majestically: "I am the emperor, the boss, and you——"

He slowly inverted his fist.

Thumbs down.

He beamed: "You are all this!"

Xiao Baojing: This man is so despicable!
She really wanted to kill this man!
Seeing another group of archers pouring out from the surroundings, Xiao Baojing knew that it would be difficult for her and Xiao Qian to escape.

She could only look at Shang Bingjiu.

The young man transformed from the big monster still had his hands in his pockets, looking unhurried.

Arrows rained down.

Xiao Qian danced with his sword like a silver-white pear blossom, but he gritted his teeth and refused to run away: "Gu Zhenliang, do you think that if I die here, you can unify the two dynasties and rest easy from now on?! What emperor, what boss, the two dynasties are originally one. If Southern Tang cannot be saved, I am afraid that you, Gu Song, will also be buried with me!"

A feathered arrow hit him in the thigh.

He groaned, and cold sweat on his forehead soaked his hair.

Xiao Baojing held the long sword, and in an instant he was like Zhang Fei possessed, and rushed forward bravely: "Damn Gu Zhenliang! Brother Xiao, I'm here to help you!"

She used all her strength to slash a guard from behind. Seeing that she was about to be stabbed in the waist by another guard, the young man kneeling at the side of the hall suddenly moved his fingertips.

The red thread is looming.

He pulled Xiao Baojing and turned around, then looked back and pierced the heart of the Imperial Guard with a sword!
No fancy moves.

Xiao Baojing's sword is as fierce as a swimming dragon, and every move is fierce and neat.

The blood beads dyed the girl's white dress deep red, like peach blossoms blooming on the clear water.

The black hair falls softly behind the waist.

She dodged a whistling arrow and glanced at Shang Bingjiu with a complicated look.

The boy knelt lazily and casually, his sharp fingertips slowly plucking the red thread, like a musician playing his favorite piece of music, and she attacked and killed to his tune, as if she was dancing on the blade of a knife.

"careful!"

Xiao Qian shouted sharply. A long knife came towards him with murderous intent!

Xiao Baojing leaned back, his slender waist controlled by the red silk thread flexible yet strong.

The long knife passed close to the tip of her nose.

Xiao Baojing jumped up in a posture that ordinary people could hardly do, turned around and cut off the head of the guard!

The red threads of the body broke bit by bit.

She fell to the ground under the weight and almost knocked over the food table in front of Shang Bingjiu.

The long sword in her hand slipped away, and she subconsciously grabbed Shang Bingjiu's sleeve: "Peddler!"

Gu Zhenliang said that the peddler was poisoned, but she saw that he didn't show any signs of poison at all!

He is so powerful that he can even devour dragon veins and literary luck. How could he be defeated by a small piece of cartilage powder?
Shang Bingjiu gently stroked the girl's hair: "Pray to me."

Xiao Baojing was startled: "How...to pray?"

The dark green Taoist robe and the pear-blossom-white skirt overlapped and overlapped each other layer by layer, as if they were entangled forever.

Shang Bingjiu was tall and he slowly lowered his head, letting a few strands of his inky black hair fall on Xiao Baojing's face.

When their eyes met, the fox's eyes were clear, bright and beautiful, with a wicked and deep affection.

He spoke each word with emphasis: "Pray to the gods, pray for blessings and ward off disasters."

Xiao Baojing looked up at him.

The young man was wearing a cross-collared Taoist robe, with a dignified and compassionate demeanor, almost overlapping with the broken and collapsed statue in the Jile Temple.

Xiao Baojing suddenly recalled what Xiao Qian had said in the Jile Temple in Rongcheng:
——I heard that these things were offered by the cherry tree spirit. But the evil god had already escaped into the void north of the Demonic Wall in the previous dynasty. I wonder why she still prayed to him? What was she asking for?
The peddler...

He was a great demon who had transformed into countless clones. He was the evil god worshipped in the Temple of Bliss in the previous dynasty...

Most people in the world are mortals and are powerless to resist natural disasters and man-made calamities.

In despair, they placed their hopes on the gods, hoping to get a glimmer of hope in their desperate situation by offering sacrifices and prayers to the gods.

Even if that so-called god is just an evil god from the demon world.

The sounds of fighting continued in the hall.

Xiao Qian fought against a hundred people alone, and his sword was as sharp as a rainbow.

Gu Zhenliang hid behind countless heavy shields, peeking out and letting out a greedy and strange laugh from time to time.

His first wife was lying beside the temple, her hair white and her bones withered, her life being stolen by him every moment.

Warm blood splashed onto Xiao Baojing's face.

She stared at Shang Bingjiu's amber fox eyes for a long time, then whispered, "Can the evil god hear my voice?"

Shang Bingjiu lowered his gaze to her rosy, plump lips.

The fine and long eyelashes were reflected in his pupils, densely packed together and each eyelash was distinct, like the unspeakable desire hidden in the amber deep sea.

He curled his red lips: "The evil god has been listening to your voice."

Xiao Baojing raised his head and gazed at the young man's charming and graceful face.

After a long time, she closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling, and slowly kissed his thin lips.

"Is the evil god satisfied with my offering?"

The girl spoke softly, with a tremor in her voice.

(End of this chapter)