Soul swap tyrant always wants to have a baby

Regarding the current situation, we can only say that there is no construction without destruction.

"Guess when the escort will arrive."

Zhongli Yuan laughed, a rare occurrence: "Haha, it will probably arrive when the two of us are hacked to death by random swords."

"If we hadn't died, who do you think would come first, the one who came to rescue us or the one who would assassinate us?"

"They should arrive together."

"You are not hopeless."

The dozen or so men in black felt something was wrong the more they fought, and a terrifying thought came into their minds.

"The Emperor is a martial artist, and is no less skilled than these specially trained assassins, if not more so."

Otherwise, it wouldn't have been so long without them touching even a corner of my clothes.

"Didn't you say you were a Qilin? And that Qilins can also practice martial arts?"

"Hahaha, you're in a pretty good mood! You're actually in the mood to care about whether I know martial arts or not. You have to know that Qilin can fly on clouds. What does mere mortal martial arts mean to you?"

The men in black who were trying to assassinate the emperor found that not only could they not touch the corner of the emperor's clothes, but the dog emperor was actually flirting with a little eunuch in front of them.

They simply didn't take them seriously. One of the men in black used his hand as a whistle to blow out a series of irregular sounds.

The next moment, Nie Yueming's voice was heard shouting to protect the emperor, and then the Royal Guards and another group of men in black appeared.

Leng Qingyi lowered his head to glance at Zhongli Yuan in his arms and they smiled at each other.

After the Royal Guards arrived to join the battle, Leng Qingyi stopped at the door of Zhongcui Palace with the person in his arms and watched the battle situation in front of him.

Nie Yueming also brought a small team of royal guards to protect the two of them.

It was at this time that Zhong Liyuan felt something was wrong and hurriedly got out of Leng Qingyi's arms and stood aside.

Leng Qing looked over and saw Zhongli Yuan's red ears.

"Tsk, so innocent?"

There were about a hundred Royal Guards, but they were actually at a disadvantage against the twenty or thirty assassins.

It stands to reason that those who are chosen to become the Royal Guards must be strong at least if not skilled in martial arts. But these are such weaklings, who were killed by these assassins with one sword each.

In a short while, most of the Royal Guards were killed, and the assassins attacked Leng Qingyi again.

At this time, Leng Qing was protected by only a chief eunuch and a dozen imperial guards. It was obvious that he was doomed to lose against so many assassins.

However, Leng Qingyi and Zhongli Yuan had a tacit understanding and neither of them suggested letting An Yi come out to eliminate these assassins.

After all, the climax of the play has not yet begun.

After a few more breaths, all the royal guards protecting Leng Qingyi were killed, leaving only Nie Yueming.

Nie Yueming stood in front of Leng Qing diligently and responsibly, exuding the determination to die bravely.

"Emperor Yuan Sheng wrote an abdication decree and handed over the imperial seal to spare your life."

Leng Qingyi didn't say anything, but watched the person opposite him perform with a smile.

"Emperor Yuansheng, you are an unkind ruler, an unfilial son, and an unkind brother. You are not worthy of being the ruler of Dongxia."

Leng Qingyi remained silent and watched the performance of the person opposite him with a smile.

"Emperor Yuan Sheng, I advise you to be sensible, otherwise we will really be rude to you."

At this moment, a woman in a bright red riding uniform came rushing over with a large group of royal guards.

'Wuhu, the protagonist is here.' Leng Qingyi thought to himself.

"Your Majesty, please forgive me for being late in coming to your rescue."

The woman rushed to Leng Qingyi with a sword in her hand, and the royal guards following behind her started fighting with the black-clad assassins again.

This time was different from the previous Royal Guards. The Royal Guards who came this time were obviously quite skilled. Although they could not completely suppress the assassins, they were not at a disadvantage after all.

Due to the numerical advantage, more than half of the assassins were soon killed or injured.

"Emperor Yuan Sheng, you are lucky today. Retreat."

The woman who was protecting Leng Qingyi patted her chest in fear and said, "Fortunately, I am not too late."

"Do I allow you to go?"

Before the black-clad assassins could utter any more harsh words, a tall man also dressed in black suddenly appeared from nowhere. Before anyone could react, he had already crippled the jaws, limbs and hands of the surviving assassins.

"An Yi, take the man down for questioning. I want to see who is so eager to force me to abdicate, who is so well-informed as to arrange so many assassins in the palace, and who is capable of sending away the palace guards around me."

As he spoke, Leng Qingyi glanced at the woman in red standing in front of him intentionally or unintentionally.

She really couldn't understand why he came to rescue her even though he was wearing a riding suit that was so tight on his chest and hips and holding an unsharpened sword in his hand.

Do they really think they are fools?

Or has her behavior over the past few days not yet made these people realize what kind of person she really is?

As the saying goes, knowing yourself and your enemy ensures victory in a hundred battles. They rushed in without finding out anything clearly.

Such a stupid opponent actually pushed Zhongli Yuan to that point. It can only be said that there is always stupider ones.

When the poison sacs were being removed from those people's mouths, Leng Qingyi clearly saw that the body of the woman in red standing in front of him trembled.

Tsk, how could they choose her when she has such poor mental quality?

Just when everyone thought the danger was over, Zhong Cuigong quietly opened a crack in the door behind them, and a sharp sword shot out from the crack towards Leng Qingyi.

Leng Qing moved his ears, moved forward and casually took the woman in red into his arms.

"Thanks to my beloved concubine for saving me in time."

"Puchi" the sound of a sharp sword hitting flesh was heard. The woman in red looked down at the sword that pierced her throat, her eyes widened in disbelief and she fell into Leng Qingyi's arms.

"My beloved, there are still assassins. Protect the emperor quickly."

A group of royal guards immediately stepped forward to protect Leng Qingyi away from the gate of Zhongcui Palace.

The woman held in Leng Qingyi's arms had black blood flowing from her mouth and died with her eyes open. It was obvious that the arrow was poisoned.

The woman's throat was right in front of Leng Qingyi's heart.

If this arrow hit Leng Qingyi, even if it didn't pierce his heart, he would die of poison. It was obviously aimed at killing the emperor.

The Royal Guards stepped forward cautiously, and the four of them worked together to push open the gate of Zhongcui Palace.

What he saw were palace maids lying on the ground, and he looked around but could not see any assassins.

Leng Qingyi and Zhong Liyuan looked at each other, and then they walked towards Zhongcui Palace.

Qiuyu and Dongyue were dying in the palace. An Laoer, dressed as Concubine Yi, was covered in blood and stood blankly at the door of the bedroom, blocking Qiuyu and Dongyue.

Leng Qingyi took a look at An Lao Er's neck and saw a long knife scar, with a faint electric current flashing.

You know what happened here without asking. Leng Qingyi blocked Zhong Liyuan's steps and went into the room alone and closed the door.

When Leng Qingyi approached An Laoer, An Laoer had already lost his mind and attacked Leng Qingyi directly.