Is the prince abolished today?

There were several corpses lying here and there in the dark passage, and the walls on both sides were covered with blood. Wei Zhao swung his sword and chopped off two men in black who were attacking. Zhaofei flashed past, landed and looked back, secretly startled.

The two black-clothed dead soldiers whose throats had been sealed by his sword just now stood up like corpses, but their facial expressions remained dead, especially the two protruding eyeballs, as if they had been injected with some kind of venom. Under the light of the oil lamp, it exudes a strange red light.

After the "resurrection", the attack power of the dead soldiers is more fierce and sensitive than before. Wei Zhao stabbed several times, and the two of them were like unconscious puppets, letting the heart, shoulders, and side necks gurgle and bleed. , the sword in his hand burst into a cold and silver glow in the narrow space, and he attacked Wei Zhao bravely without fear of death.

This is... puppetry? !

Wei Zhao's heart sank, and he signaled the soldiers who had come to support them to back off. He leapt forward and stabbed Thunderbolt's sword in the void. Sure enough, a large expanse of glaring white light splashed in the originally dark corridor.Countless silver threads as thin as a cow's hair, like a dense net, suddenly revealed a mysterious figure in the white light.The dead men controlled by the silver thread are like spiders that have been sucked dry and stuck to the web. The countless silver threads are entangled in the depths of their bones, manipulating their behavior and will, making them eternal Undead who don't die.

Puppetry is the unique martial arts skill of Chunyu's clan, and all actions of puppets are controlled by their masters.The two dead men were able to find the location of the stone prison without any hindrance, obviously they were guided by Chunyu Puppet.This person really knows all the secrets of Tianshi Li.Even, he was involved in more things, otherwise King Jing would not take the risk of taking him under his command.

"My Lord, be careful!"

Under the control of the silver thread, the dead man in black pounced again. Wei Zhao poured his inner strength and slapped out with one palm.Without the manipulator, the silver thread disappeared in the blink of an eye like a poisonous snake seeing light, and retracted into the hole.

In the darkness, a group of people creaked and moved their skinny fingers, and sighed with a smile: "As expected of Marquis Wei, he has such deep inner strength."

Different from those ten thin fingers like eagle claws, his back is thin and thin, and his appearance can be called elegant and elegant, but he has a bit of a fairy-tale flavor.

"Weihou wait alone!"

The boy, dressed like snow, ran over from the other side of the tunnel.

The soldiers all looked like they had seen a ghost. Isn't the stone prison mechanism closed?Where did the little prince come from?And in such a dangerous moment, as a "hostage", shouldn't the little prince stay obediently in the stone prison?What are you doing running out?Be a target? !

Wei Zhaoyi frowned tightly, and just about to have someone send this careless little boy back, the young man ran up to him, sweating on his forehead, and said pitifully, "I've thought about it, that stone prison is not Safety, since they can find this place, they must have a way to crack the mechanism in the stone prison. When Marquis Wei is not around, Gu will not even have a chance to escape, it is safer for Gu to stay with Marquis Wei."

Before Wei Zhao could speak, the boy quickly tore off a piece of material from his snow robe, covered his face, and said, "If Gu covers his face, they won't be able to tell if Gu is real or not."

The soldiers thought to themselves, um, they couldn't tell the difference, but with the little oil bottle of the little prince, Lord Hou would really be a living target.

Wei Zhao's eyes changed a few times, and finally he gave the young man a stern look, and said, "Stay behind me and don't come out, otherwise, I can't guarantee the safety of Your Highness."

"Ok!"

The young man nodded cooperatively, and immediately hid behind Wei Zhao obediently, not forgetting to quietly grab the corner of Master Cheap's silver robe.

Wei Zhao: "..."

This little brat is really not used to it.

The Taoist hiding in the dark was greedily looking at the young man's starry eyes, satin black hair, and every inch of his exposed skin. When he saw that the young man hid behind Wei Zhao, he took the initiative to hold the corner of Wei Zhao's clothes. With Rumuyilian's appearance, the Taoist's eyes immediately flashed a shadow of prey.

With his fingers flying, he manipulated the silver thread in his hand angrily, and more than a dozen dead men rushed towards the stone prison at the same time. .

The Taoist became even more angry, and seeing that he could not stop him, his figure flashed, and he also ran out of the secret passage.

The temple was already in chaos. The fierce and warlike northern Xinjiang cavalry and the black-clothed killer with treacherous moves fought together, each with casualties. As soon as Wei Zhao appeared, he was immediately surrounded by more than a dozen black shadows.

Wei Zhao swung his sword to tear open a hole, picked up the boy behind him, and fled towards the mountain behind the alchemy room, where the trees were lush and it was easier to hide.

Wei Zhao placed the young man on a shaded treetop, and went to deal with the killers who were chasing him. These killers were all exquisite in swordsmanship. hurt.However, the number of killers continued to increase. When the previous killers fell, new ones came in as replacements. Obviously, more and more killers were surrounding the mountain.

After finally finishing off this wave of killers, Wei Zhao quickly turned back regardless of his arm injury, picked up the boy he hid in the tree, and plundered deeper into the dense forest.

He had to protect his own life and the life of the little boy until reinforcements arrived.

Seeing this, the soldiers and killers at the foot of the mountain stopped fighting and hurried up the mountain.

But at this time, the sky was filled with dark clouds, thunder was billowing, and it was as dark as a dark night. It was obviously a sign that heavy rain was coming.

The summer rain came again without saying hello.

"Marquis Wei is injured?!"

Seeing Wei Zhao's bleeding arm, Mu Yun exclaimed, wanting to get down in a hurry.

"Don't move."

At this time, Wei Zhao didn't care about this little injury at all. Seeing the little boy in his arms thumping non-stop, he knocked on the side of the little boy threateningly, and flew a few times, landing in one place. In front of the overgrown cave.

It's going to rain, it's not safe to hide the cub in a tree, and the grass in front of this cave is half a person's height, enough to hide a person, Wei Zhao pushed aside the grass, put Mu Yun in, and warned: "Your Highness Stay here obediently and wait for the minister to come back, and don't wander around."

The boy's eyes turned red, and he hurriedly took off the masking material, quickly bandaged Wei Zhao's arm, and then nodded obediently.The arm was seriously injured, the snow-colored clothing was soon soaked through, and the boy's eyes became even redder.

"Okay, I'm fine, Your Highness must remember what I said, stay here obediently, and don't go anywhere."

Wei Zhao's tone was a little slow, his handsome face was pale due to excessive blood loss, and there was another rustling sound in the distance, which made it impossible for him to stay here any longer.Wei Zhao turned around and tried to walk away, but unexpectedly, he took two steps when his waist suddenly numb, making it difficult to move.

Wei Zhao turned his head, his eyes were like knives, staring in disbelief at the young man standing behind him at some point.For a moment, countless terrifying thoughts flashed through his mind.

This little brat actually lied to him, to everyone!And plot against him!What the hell is the kid doing? !

Wei Zhaofeng's eyes shrank suddenly, and he wanted to use his internal force to forcibly open the acupoints, but the young man said in a young voice, "It's useless, Marquis Wei can't untie it."

"Does your Highness know what you are doing?"

"Lonely knows."

The young man slowly raised his head and smiled at him, his starry eyes were full of water: "Today, Marquis Wei has been protecting Gu, now, it's Marquis Wei who is protecting Gu."

There was another rumbling thunder, and big raindrops fell from the sky.

The young man seemed to tremble with the sound of thunder, and soon recovered his normal expression, bit his lip, stopped talking, silently moved Wei Zhao to the cave behind the grass, turned around and disappeared into the rain.

The rain washed the leaves, and nearly a hundred black-clothed killers, like black crows, gathered from all directions at the same time, surrounding the young man in the center.

The Taoist stood on the high ground outside the encirclement and smiled at the young man: "Your Highness, long time no see."

The young man's eyes were like death, as if he didn't hear the greeting from the Taoist, he just slowly drew out the soft sword at his waist, a white shadow flashed, and a magnificent sword shadow was drawn in the rain.

Ten people killed with one sword.

The faces of all the killers changed: "Ghost Mystery Sword?! You are Wan Ye!"

There is a strict division of ranks for Ting Ting killers. The higher the rank, the higher the honor, and the fewer quotas. However, there is only one way for a low-level killer to climb up and be promoted to a high-level killer, and that is to kill the high-level killer. .

Di Ting Wan Ye, as the only genius killer who has learned the ghost sword, has been in the first-level position for a long time. There are countless killers who tried to kill him and climbed to that position, but unfortunately none of them succeeded.

Therefore, when they heard that the young man was Wan Ye who had disappeared for a long time, the eyes of the killers immediately lit up with excitement, like a wolf who was so hungry that he suddenly bumped into a fat sheep.

The Taoist gazed with compassion, and sighed, "Your Highness, why bother?"

"As long as His Highness obediently obediently obeys and respects the Lord, he will enjoy endless glory and wealth in the future, and the poor will also carefully treat His Highness's old illnesses. Isn't it a thousand times better than His Highness living under the eaves of others every day?"

"How long can His Highness continue to use that internal force again and again?"

Mu Yun frowned in disgust, as if hearing the funniest joke in the world, he didn't even bother to lift his eyelids, like a silver light piercing the rain curtain, and let out a clear and clear sound.

Nearly a hundred masters died in just one breath of effort.

The torrential rain continued, thunder rolled past, lightning illuminated half of the sky, and rattled.

The young man's eyes were cold, his black hair was completely wet, and he slowly pointed the sword in his hand at the Taoist in the independent rain.Drops of blood mixed with raindrops slipped from the tip of the sword, mixed with the rainwater on the ground, and penetrated into the depths of the rocks.

"His Royal Highness really had the heart to kill the poor?"

There was no trace of fear on the Taoist's face, and there was even a smile that was ready for leisure.

"Your Highness, have you forgotten that you still have one important thing left here in Pindao?"

The Taoist kept smiling, hooked his tail finger, and pulled out half of a dragon-shaped jade pendant worn with red thread from his bosom. The cyan jade face became more lustrous and lustrous under the washing of the rain.

The boy's complexion changed drastically, and finally there was a hint of emotion in his eyes, which were as cold as ice.

However, it was just this erroneous kung fu, the silver thread flew out from the Taoist's fingers, entangled the young man's wrist and ankle.

The young man struggled, and bloodshot eyes once again appeared in the bottom of his eyes. When the Taoist moved his fingers, more than a dozen silver threads flew out immediately and penetrated into the big holes all over the young man's body. The young man's snow robe was immediately smeared with blood.

"Pindao said earlier, Your Highness, you will never be able to escape from the palm of the poor."

The Taoist tortured the boy trapped by the silver thread with the patience of playing with a puppet, until the boy couldn't hold on anymore and fell to the ground. Are you refusing to listen?"

"Your Highness really wants to return this jade pendant?"

"Have you ever thought about it, if Wei Zhao knew that the child who saved his life back then was actually a killer of Di Ting with blood on his hands, and with Wei Zhao's character of jealousy and vengeance, how would he think of His Highness?"

"If the emperor and the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty knew the true identity of His Highness, how would they treat His Highness? They would wish to cut His Highness into pieces to avenge those loyal people who died at the hands of Di Ting."

"Your Highness, in this world, you have nowhere to go and no one to turn to, except the poor." The Taoist stared at the young man's red eyes with a smile, and said in a bewitching voice, "There is only the poor in this world. He treats His Highness sincerely... Poor Dao... Uh..."

A chill suddenly crossed my heart.

The Taoist lowered his head, staring in disbelief at the soft silver sword pierced into his heart.

"You do not deserve……"

The young man squeezed out the word "three" from between his teeth, pulled the corner of his mouth coldly, and pulled out the sword.

The Taoist fell to the ground with a bang.

The thunder in his ears gradually faded away, the rain did not seem to be so cold on his body, and the sky and trees gradually turned into nothingness. The young man coughed, stood up staggeringly, and took back the jade pendant from the Taoist hand, tightly, Hold it tightly in your palm.

It rained even more.

The young man looked around in a daze, trying to open his unfocused eyes wide, trying to find the direction back to the cave, wanting to take another look at the cheap master before he fell down completely, even just one more time.In his lonely and helpless childhood, the only person who broke into his life and gave him warm and happy memories.

In such a thunderstorm day, without a cheap master, how can he survive.

The boy sighed inwardly.

Unfortunately, he was too tired to take a step.

Before finally falling down, he seemed to see a tall and handsome silver-white figure running towards him in the rain curtain.

The corner of the boy's mouth curled up, and he said in his heart, it's so good to fall asleep, and when he falls asleep, he will have all kinds of dreams.