Quick Wear: Love still depends on two love brains

Quan Jiuxi's eyes were cold, and the spear in his hand was as agile as a dragon. The tip of the spear flashed with cold light and went straight to the second prince's vital point.

The second prince dodged left and right, gradually becoming exhausted, with beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. Just as he was about to beg for mercy,

Quan Jiuxi suddenly thrust out a spear, piercing the second prince's armor.

The second prince screamed and fell off his horse before he could say anything.

Quan Jiuxi showed no mercy and shot him again, ending his life completely.

When the Nanyi soldiers saw the second prince being killed, they immediately became demoralized and fled in all directions. The morale of the Quan family army was greatly boosted, and they pursued the Nanyi army and killed them, forcing them to flee in disarray.

Quan Jiuxi showed no mercy and all the enemies were wiped out.

"Won!"

"We won!!"

The soldiers of the Quan family army were very excited, their cheers shook the sky, their eyes full of excitement and admiration. As expected, the young general was the strongest.

This time you can seize war horses and weapons!

Quan Jiuxi looked around with a calm expression, "Treat the wounded and clean up the battlefield!"

Afterwards, Quan Jiuxi returned to the original owner's military camp. She was exhausted from the journey and the blood on her body had not yet dried.

Entering the tent, she casually picked up the water bag on the table and drank a large glass of water in one gulp. The water flowed down the corners of her mouth and soaked the front of her clothes.

The dust is too thick, and I'm so thirsty after a mouthful of smoke.

"Xiaoyi, the world plot." Quan Jiuxi put down the water bag and said calmly.

……

The third year of Guangqi, Taihe Palace in the capital of Daxia

The beams in the hall are carved with exquisite designs, with dragons and phoenixes dancing in the air, and the walls are inlaid with sparkling gems, which are so dazzling that they are breathtaking.

A group of dancers are dancing gracefully, like willows swaying in the wind, or colorful clouds chasing the moon.

Lying on the first seat was a man with a striking, enchanting appearance, so stunning that it was difficult to look away.

His bones were delicate and three-dimensional, and his skin was a sickly cold white.

His facial features were sharp and full of attacking power, and his dark eyes were like a bottomless cold pool.

He leaned lazily on the couch and drank, wearing an extremely gorgeous cloak with fine fur trimmed on the edge.

He was wearing a black robe with a five-clawed dragon embroidered with golden thread. In the candlelight, the golden dragon seemed to come alive, baring its fangs and claws, looking majestic and awe-inspiring.

A young eunuch knelt beside his legs and massaged them, with his head lowered so low that it almost touched the ground.

In this seemingly harmonious scene, something strange happened.

One of the dancers who was dancing gracefully suddenly changed her expression, pulled out a sharp dagger from her long sleeves, and attacked the leading man like lightning.

Her movements were sharp, and the originally graceful dance instantly turned into a deadly attack, with sword shadows flashing and cold light threatening.

She shouted in a delicate voice, "You tyrant, I will rid the people of this evil today!"

However, the man above her lowered his eyes and didn't even look at her.

Immediately afterwards, a masked man in black suddenly appeared in front of the woman like a ghost.

He raised his sword and slashed it across the woman's throat, taking her life.

The woman died with her eyes wide open, an expression of fear and unwillingness frozen on her face.

The man drank a glass of wine slowly, supporting his chin with his hand. "Ah Qi, I have told you many times not to shed blood."

His tone was lazy, his voice was slightly hoarse, and there was a hint of weariness in his words.

The man called Ah Qi hurriedly lowered his head, his body tense, and stood still, not daring to breathe.

The man slowly raised his eyelids, glanced nonchalantly at the person lying in a pool of blood, and opened his thin lips slightly.

"Since you don't care about your life, then send them all to feed my little white."

Upon hearing this, the dancers present all turned pale with fright.

Everyone knows that there is a white tiger beside the Hades. It is extremely ferocious and has devoured countless lives. Anyone who is targeted by it will have no chance of survival.

They all collapsed on the ground, kowtowed continuously, and the air was filled with the smell of blood.

"Your Majesty, spare your life!"

"Your Majesty, spare your life!"

The man rubbed his brows. The smell of blood was like an invisible tentacle, stimulating his eyes to redness.

His eyes were filled with murderous intent as cold as frost and snow, as if he were a Shura from the Nine Nether Hell, which was terrifying.

The cries of pleading rose and fell, echoing in the hall, but failed to relax the man's expression in the slightest.

Then a group of people in black armor appeared. They had no expression on their faces and their movements were rough. They dragged all the women out forcefully like dragging dead dogs.