Listen to the king's order

The fire was burning high, and it made a crackling sound as it burned on the dry wood.

Dasheng's firelight reflected a man's figure on the wall, Jiang Qichen sat cross-legged beside Mu Feng, Jing Xing and Duo Na huddled in a corner and fell asleep deeply.

His eyes were clear, without any sleepiness, and his eyes were fixed on the beating bonfire without blinking.

The snow-white sleeves were rolled up to his forearms, and under the light of the fire, a large rash could be vaguely seen on them.

He is allergic to shrimp, and the wine he drank tonight was undoubtedly a catalyst.But Lu Ming's request, he couldn't refuse.

How cautious that man was in the past, even in front of him, he never made any request, every time he thought about it, Jiang Qichen couldn't help but feel a twinge in his heart.

He turned his head slightly, and Mu Feng turned around to face him at some point.

The wine in the evening made his face a little blush. Jiang Qichen never thought that Lu Ming was a person with soft brows and eyes, but at this moment, with the warm light on his face, he saw a faint smile on the corner of Lu Ming's mouth.

In the past, he was always plagued by nightmares, but now he can finally sleep soundly.

A warm current slowly slid across Jiang Qichen's heart, as if a field where no grass grew was suddenly filled with flowers everywhere.He took a deep breath, the longing that had been suppressed for five years was about to burst out of his chest.

He lowered his head slightly, leaned close to Mu Feng's mouth, kissed softly and bounced it immediately.

But desire is like a poisonous snake, spitting messages at him non-stop, Jiang Qichen's eyes are instantly filled with lust.

He leaned down again, but this time aimed at Mu Feng's lips.

He carefully tasted the man's mouth, kissed and licked, and clenched his fists desperately to hold back the tyrannical desire in his heart.God knows how much he wants to hold this person tightly in his arms, and press him down hard, so that he can't go anywhere and stay by his side all the time.

Mu Feng in his sleep frowned slightly, and kissed his thin lips, causing a small sob. Jiang Qichen took advantage of the opportunity to put the tip of his tongue into that mouth, and tasted his taste gently and slowly.

Mu Feng moved his eyelashes, and slowly opened his eyes, facing a pair of fiery pupils.He was dazed for a moment, thinking that he was still in a dream after drinking too much alcohol, and he was in a daze and misty, and he was at the mercy of others.

Until he felt Jiang Qichen's more and more violent movements, rolling over his lips and tongue like a gust of wind, sucking the body fluid in his mouth.

Mu Feng finally came to his senses and wanted to push him away, but as soon as his hand touched Jiang Qichen's chest, someone grabbed him tightly and pressed him against the quilt.His cold hands and feet became hot for an unprecedented time, and his eyes widened in shock.

Inside the temple, Mu Feng was being bullied powerlessly, but outside the temple, the wind and forest were stirring, and countless black figures with bows and crossbows were already in place.

Jiang Qichen lifted his head from Mu Feng's body abruptly. He stared deeply at Mu Feng's bright red lips, then leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Shh, there are people outside."

As soon as he finished speaking, sharp arrows shot through the door immediately.

Jiang Qichen quickly turned over with Mu Feng in his arms, and saw three arrows sticking out of the place where they were lying just now.

Jing Xing and Duo Na came to their senses, they jumped up neatly, with their long swords unsheathed in their hands, they cut off the flying arrows in mid-air with a "smooth".

"What's the situation!" Jing Xing shouted, obviously not used to jumping into battle from a good dream in an instant.

Jiang Qichen pulled Mu Feng to stand up from the ground, firmly protected him behind him, and said seriously, "Follow me closely."

He did not know where to pull down a long sword, the sword was ice blue, and there was a long and thin silver chain hanging from the hilt.He swung the sword out of its sheath, and the silver chain wrapped around his wrist in an instant, and the sword body was condensed with internal force, and immediately it was filled with blue sword light, which was the cut mark of the divine sword.

Flipping his wrist, Jiang Qichen swung the cut marks recklessly, and cut off the arrows that shone with cold light, preventing those sharp arrows from hurting Mu Feng in the slightest.

The first wave of arrows was released quickly, but almost at the same time, a group of assassins in black with swords broke into the door.

Mu Feng followed behind Jiang Qichen, his complexion darkened, and he said coldly, "It's from Shenchuan Helan Mansion."

The door of the ruined temple was opened wide, and the bone-piercing cold wind swept across Mu Feng's whole body. His eyes became extremely sharp, and with a wave of his wide sleeves hidden under the fox fur, a silver light shot out from his wrist.

I saw a silver thread flying out of his white jade wristband carved with dragon patterns, and an arrow cluster was attached to the top of the silver thread. As soon as it left the wristband, it immediately pierced into the throat of an assassin in black, with incomparable precision.

Jiang Qichen's sword-wielding hand paused, distractedly turning his head to look at Mu Feng, but seeing his eyes peacefully retracting the flying arrow, he said softly, "Why, you can't have equipment if you don't know martial arts?"

Jiang Qichen withdrew his gaze, turned his long sword, and dealt with one person neatly, and said in a deep voice, "I will protect you."

"People from Shenchuan Mufu are not so useless." Mu Feng said as he supported Jiang Qichen's arm with one hand, jumped in front of him with a backflip, and kicked an assassin's head off very simply when he landed.

With a sullen face, Jiang Qichen stood beside Mu Feng, parried the long sword that was about to fall on Mu Feng, and said sharply, "Don't mess around!"

With a flick of the wrist, the flying arrows wrapped around the necks of several assassins with ease, and with a little force, they died on the spot with their throats broken.

"You can fight, can't I fight?"

Jiang Qichen looked quite annoyed, but seeing that it was useless to stop him, the man would not obey his words obediently, so he had to surround Mu Feng to block the dark sword rushing up for him.

On the other side, among the group of black-clothed assassins, Duona took a moment to glance at his master, and was almost so shocked that he couldn't even hold his sword.

That person, whom he had known for only two days, unexpectedly showed an unusual tacit understanding and trust at this moment.

I saw Mu Feng constantly manipulating the flying arrows on his wrists in front of him, while Jiang Qichen stood on his left and right to block the attacks from behind for him.If you don't trust him very much, how can you trust your back to others so reassuringly?But looking at the movements of the two of them, it seems that they have cooperated like this thousands of times, and every move in every move is just right, as if the two of them are one.

Just when she was in a daze, the assassin in black stabbed Dona's shoulder with a sword. Her body hurt and the hand holding the sword became weak, and those assassins relentlessly entangled her.

Jing Xing rushed over from nowhere, slashed his sword across the assassin's throat, and shouted at Duona angrily: "What time is it, you still have the mind to be in a daze!"

"It's impossible to fight like this," Jiang Qichen's air-piercing sword fell, and the assassins immediately fell in a row. He took the opportunity to grab Mu Feng's wrist, and said in a deep voice, "There are too many of them, and they are all well-trained. , we must get out of here quickly."

After finishing speaking, he shattered the side windows with his palm, and rushed out with Mu Feng in his arms.

However, outside the temple was also surrounded by layers of black-clothed assassins.They were about to break in through the gate, but when they saw someone rushing out of the window, they rushed over one after another with extremely quick reactions.

Jiang Qichen's complexion was slightly gloomy, the blue-blue sword light was particularly glaring in the dark mountains, and the menacing sword whizzed past with the bitter cold wind in the mountains, unexpectedly a little fiercer than usual.

In an instant, the corpses of dozens of assassins were scattered all over the ground.Blood spattered, spots of blood stained Jiang Qichen's snow-white robe, and fell on the sleeves patterned with orchid grass, like delicate and beautiful flowers blooming.

There was even a string of blood droplets flying towards his side face, outlining his jade-like face with thick strokes, making his face strangely pale.

Jiang Qichen's hand holding the sword trembled suddenly, and the soles of his feet softened and he half knelt on the ground, the cut marks pierced into the soil, like new bamboos.

The sudden turn of events startled Mu Feng. Why did the person who was swinging his sword gracefully just now suddenly collapsed? He couldn't help uttering an exclamation, and put both hands on Jiang Qichen's arm: "Brother Qichen, are you injured?"

Jiang Qichen gritted his teeth, a few drops of cold sweat fell from his forehead.

With the light of the sword from the cut mark, Mu Feng could now clearly see a large red rash on the back of Jiang Qichen's hand tightly holding the sword hilt, his heart skipped a beat, and he reacted immediately: "You are allergic... ..."

"I'm fine," Jiang Qichen forced himself to stand up, grabbed Mu Feng's arm, cut off the horse rope with a sword, and threw Mu Feng onto the fire dragon: "The people behind are coming soon, you go first."

"Are you crazy, let's go together!"

As soon as Mu Feng finished speaking, Jiang Qichen slammed the horse's butt with the hilt of his sword, and the fire dragon pulled its hoof in pain and ran quickly.

"Qi Chen!"

Jiang Qichen swayed, another wave of assassins had arrived, he raised his sword again, and the blue sword light flourished, instantly illuminating the forest.

Suddenly, his eyes were slightly astringent, as if hit by a cold light.The majestic sword intent descended, and the assassin was sent flying by the terrifying sword energy, and then fell down from a height.

Only then did Jiang Qichen see where the cold light was. His eyesight was astonishing, and he saw a longbow drawn on a distant hill, and the arrow pointed at exactly the direction Mu Feng was leaving.

Jiang Qichen's heart sank suddenly, and he immediately jumped up from the flat ground, stepping on the north wind whistling through the mountains and leaping away.

The fiery red horse galloped with all its strength in the mountains, and the strong wind blew Mu Feng's fox fur into the air, and it penetrated into every tiny pore of him without hindrance.

The long arrow with a cold light crossed the jungle and shot straight at Mu Feng's back. He didn't need to look back to feel a biting chill, and his scalp was numb.

However, a white shadow passed by in the darkness, like a white line intertwined with the cold arrow light.The ice-blue long sword came out, cutting the cold arrow in half without using a single ounce of internal strength.

The next moment, Bai Ying moved slightly and landed safely on the horse.

Mu Feng only felt that the horse's back sank, and he was already wrapped in a warm chest, and the pleasant scent of agarwood immediately scattered in the air, and he called out in a low voice, "Brother Qichen?"

Jiang Qichen put his hands through Mu Feng's waist, holding the reins for him, so that his cold hands could be stuffed into the fox fur again, and he replied softly: "Well, it's me."

Mu Feng couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief, remembering what this person did just now, he couldn't help but start rambling: "Are you crazy? You agreed to let me follow you, how could you leave me?"

Jiang Qichen paused slightly, and said softly, "It's my fault."

"Also, why do you still eat when you are clearly allergic to shrimp? Knowing that you are allergic, you just drink when I tell you to drink? Are you desperate?"

The corners of Jiang Qichen's mouth slightly curled up, and he replied softly, "Yes."

"what?!"

"Hush—" Jiang Qichen said, "They're catching up."