Anecdote of sword three crossing the bureau

Obviously, that is a "wait" word.

Sikong Zhaixing's solemn face slowly calmed down after receiving that word, he even stretched out his fingers and carefully squeezed Guo Qingtian's fingertips. The man's fingertips were cold, and the touch brought out uncomfortable heartache. Come.

Even so, Guo Qingtian didn't respond anymore, he just slowly followed King Zhenxi, walking slowly step by step.

King Zhenxi's movements were not too fast, he looked at Mao Mao who jumped onto Qi Mingyuan's shoulder again at some point, and could only smile wryly: "It seems that even Mao Mao is afraid of me with my appearance."

"It's nothing..." Guo Qingtian smiled bitterly, and his tone was in sync with the prince again: "You have always been my father and king, and you will always be."

King Zhenxi didn't respond any more.

On the contrary, Chu Cichao lightly pinched Gong Jiu's fingers, as if he couldn't bear it.

Gong Jiu smiled, with a little disgust in his eyes, what he likes to play with the most is people's hearts.At the same time, what he is best at is the human heart.In King Zhenxi's eyes, probably Guo Qingtian was his unfavored elder son in the past. When he learned the truth, he might complain, or die with hatred.

But that has nothing to do with Gong Jiu.

But at this moment, he still stretched out his hand and wrapped Chu Cichao's hand tightly in the palm of his hand, without saying a word, but silently comforting him.

There are too many causes and effects, but they are only to blame.

With the king of Zhenxi leading him, even though there are many traps along the way, there will be no hindrance in the end.

"King Zhenxi..." Guo Qingtian's face turned ashen, his whole body was a little shaky, and he was worried about the progress of the matter and couldn't speak.Seeing this, Sikong Zaixing immediately called for someone.

King Zhenxi looked back with a slight shock on his face, and then his eyes lingered on Sikong Zaixing's face: "Are you...?"

Sikong Zhaixing knew that Caicai's reaction seemed to be a bit extreme, so he could only shake his head: "Brother Chu is a genius doctor, maybe you can take a look."

King Zhenxi didn't have time to think any more, so he turned around and touched Guo Qingtian's hair carefully: "You poison, what did you touch?"

"Puppet," Guo Qingtian said in a tired voice, "my puppet."

"How did you meet?" King Zhenxi's face turned cold.

I heard Guo Qingtian leaning against the wall and saying word by word: "I killed that puppet alone, and it ended up like this."

Chu Cichao stood beside him to diagnose the pulse, but this was only a temporary solution, not a permanent cure.

As an old Chinese doctor, Chu Cichao understands better than anyone else.

Thinking of this, he had no choice but to sigh slightly, and added a needle-holding needle to Guo Qingtian, feeling uneasy, so he added a spring mud flower protection shield before asking: "Do you remember what you did to that puppet? Has the puppet ever met you?"

"He seems to be able to enter my mind. In fact, I don't remember what kind of puppet I have been. I..." Guo Qingtian had to rest for a while after he said the last sentence. They are all a little short of breath.

After all, King Zhenxi's expression slowly calmed down, and he frowned again: "There is a cliff in front of you, and the end of the tunnel is beyond you, but with your current appearance, I think it may be a little dangerous."

If it must be said to be dangerous, it probably wouldn't be so, after all, everyone present is a master of lightness kung fu.

If it was Guo Qingtian in his heyday, he would definitely be able to bring another one with him, at least it would not be a little stressful to bring his Sikong Zhaixing.

It's a pity that everyone is in crisis right now, let alone Guo Qingtian who still has to act.

So King Zhenxi looked at Guo Qingtian worriedly: "Why don't you leave here?"

"No..." Guo Qingtian's voice was weak, but there was an unshakable insistence in his eyes: "I want to go by myself."

King Zhenxi sighed: "I have had such a stubborn temper since I was a child, so similar to your mother..."

He was sighing, but it also carried a hint of temptation.

It's a pity that Guo Qingtian has already ignored him, the memories he got from Prince Zhenxi's son are not much, right now it's just one point, more words are more mistakes.

It's not easy to try to imitate Prince Zhenxi's son. The only thing to be thankful for is that this son is crazy, so it's not a problem to say that his personality has changed drastically.

However, when everyone saw the grand canyon lying in the middle of the crowd, everyone was stunned.

Lu Yao rubbed his eyes: "I'm underground, right?"

Lu Xiaofeng didn't know what to do: "Yes."

"Then what is the feeling of the Mariana Trench?" Lu Yao continued.

King Zhenxi didn't understand: "What ditch?"

"Well, there is a big ditch in front of my hometown." Lu Yao followed nonsense.

Fortunately, the situation is urgent right now, and King Zhenxi has no time to talk to him, so he can only turn his eyes to his ashen-faced son: "Can you go there?"

"We can take him." Lu Xiaofeng spoke first.

King Zhenxi looked over in surprise, and said "oh" thoughtfully.

Lu Xiaofeng spread his hands and smiled: "Want to be like this Prince Zhenxi or that crazy madman, everyone will have their own choice."

King Zhenxi didn't make a sound, but nodded heavily and said: "This place is where the late emperor buried people, if you say you fall, you will definitely die."

It's fine if you say this to other people, this place is all martial arts masters, after all, the possibility of falling from here is not very high.

"I'll take you." Qi Mingyuan took over the task of King Zhenxi first, with a determined expression on his face.

Daoist has always had his own pride, but also deep guilt.

If it weren't for his insistence on his stubborn opinion, these friends must be living the life they should be living now, without being disturbed by these trivial matters at all.

King Zhenxi was noncommittal, he glanced at his son next to him, and then heard Sikong Zhaixing say: "I'll take him."

Sikong Zhaixing was standing next to Prince Zhenxi, his face was neither hot nor cold, and there was no expression on his face.

However, when he said this, everyone was stunned.

King Zhenxi stared at him for a long time, and finally smiled slightly: "Boy Sikong, I miss you."

Sikong Zhaixing slightly raised his eyebrows: "It's an honor."

"Once upon a time, three items bestowed by the palace were stolen, and they seemed to be your masterpiece." King Zhenxi's voice trembled slightly, but he finished speaking every single word.

Sikong Zhaixing: "..." He was silent for a moment, and then said sincerely: "My lord has good eyesight, that is really a good thing."

King Zhenxi laughed angrily.

Now that the family is ruined and the family is destroyed, naturally there is no time to worry about those trivial matters, so I can only nod and say: "Let's go, if a big mistake is caused, probably a hundred lives alone will not be counted."

If King Zhenxi really had other thoughts in his heart, then the little monkey, a creature with an extremely pleasant nature, shouldn't be so close to him.

Coupled with his tragic appearance, it is really impossible for people to doubt.

A group of people swept forward, only Sikong Zaixing and others stayed behind.

After a long while, Lu Yao and Lu Xiaofeng also rushed out, and there were only the two of them left here. Sikong Zaixing just stretched out his hand and carefully hugged the man in front of him.

Although the man wasn't exactly in shape, he still lost too much weight, and he felt tired all over his body.

Thinking of this, Sikong Zhaixing hugged him even tighter, and said in a low voice: "Stupid."

"Cough..." Guo Qingtian hugged the man in front of him back, and then gave a low laugh: "I'm back."

"Is his soul gone?" Sikong Zhaixing asked solemnly.

However, this time he did not wait for the answer, because Guo Qingtian had already choked and coughed desperately, the sound of his coughing made people feel horrified, almost as if his entire chest was being hollowed out.

At this time, Chu Cichao had already reached the other side, Guo Qingtian was just covering his chest like that, frowning slightly, but he still didn't forget to raise his head and smile to comfort him: "I...I'm fine."

Sikong Zhaixing's face was so cold that he almost lost his final calmness. He stretched out his hand and pinched himself desperately, then raised his hand to hug Guo Qingtian and was about to rush to the opposite bank.

It's just that the last ray of hope was also shattered, because Guo Qingtian coughed up a mouthful of blood desperately at that moment.

Blood slid down from the corner of his mouth, leaving a trail of blood.

It's not that Sikong Zhaixing has never seen blood, in fact, how could it be possible that he has never been stained with blood in the Jianghu.

It's just that it was the first time he knew that his lover's blood would be so frightening, and he wished he could replace it with his own body.

"Take me there." Guo Qingtian lightly placed his hand on Sikong Zhaixing's body, his voice was not too loud, and he couldn't hear the cynical look he had before.

However, it was Guo Qingtian like this that made Sikong Zaixing feel his whole heart trembling, wishing he could just stretch out his hand and press him into his bones, hide him, and never let him come out again.

Guo Qingtian belonged to Sikong Zhaixing, and this fate is the same.

vice versa.

Thinking of this, Sikong Zhaixing hugged Guo Qingtian tightly, took a breath and rushed to the opposite side. His movements were too fast, and he reached the opposite side in a short while.

However, as soon as he got to the opposite side, he wanted to return to the mode of getting along with Prince Zhenxi once again. He put Guo Qingtian on the ground and said to Chu Cichao: "He vomited blood."

"The remaining poison is not clear," King Zhenxi's face turned slightly pale, and he could no longer care about others, so he just rummaged through his clothes and took out a small medicine bottle and handed it over: "This is what the king hid before." , you try it first, although it is not an antidote, at least it can hang your life."

Chu Cichao took it and sniffed it lightly, then nodded and said, "It should be fine, it's just some tonic."

"What poison?" On the small road not far away, a person was rushing over, his movement was as fast as a surprise, but with an inexplicable arrogance.

Beside him is a white figure, the whole person reveals a feeling of indifference, but with the man in yellow next to him, he is a little more lively.

Their movements are chic and beautiful, and the two of them are one in front and one behind, but they complement each other, and they are inexplicably a perfect match.