As if sensing Ying Zheng's dark gaze, staring straight at her red lips, Yan Xiaomo subconsciously licked her mouth, not knowing how crazy her action was.
Ying Zheng's eyes darkened, and he couldn't help but cover his full red lips.
The two were kissing passionately when the carriage suddenly stopped.
Yan Xiaomo had no time to dodge and her head hit the wall behind her.
She couldn't help but frown in pain.
If Ying Zheng hadn't kissed her at this moment, how could she have hit the wall?
She stared at Ying Zheng sadly, accusing him of causing her to hit the wall just now.
Ying Zheng rubbed the back of Yan Xiaomo's head distressedly.
He was so absorbed in the kiss just now that he didn't pay attention for a moment.
At this moment, there were sounds of swords clashing outside, as well as the screams and wails of innocent people.
"Stay in the carriage and don't come out."
Ying Zheng's face became very serious, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.
Yan Xiaomo nodded and watched Ying Zheng leave the carriage with his sword.
She could feel the fierce struggle outside in the carriage.
From time to time, knives were thrust into the carriage and then violently pulled out.
If Yan Xiaomo hadn't dodged in time, there would have been two bloody holes on her body.
Those people outside were obviously coming for Ying Zheng, so it was safest for her to stay in the carriage.
This is what Yan Xiaomo thinks.
It's just that the sky has unforeseen circumstances, and people have misfortunes and misfortunes.
The horses outside were frightened by the flash of swords and swords in front of them, and they raised their hoofs and started running with the car behind them.
Yan Xiaomo, who was staying inside, was caught off guard, swaying from side to side inside the carriage.
When Ying Zheng saw that the carriage was frightened and started to run, he hurriedly chased after it.
He screamed in his heart, but two men in black appeared in front of him and blocked his way.
He watched helplessly as the carriage disappeared from his sight. middle.
"Looking for death" Ying Zheng narrowed his eyes coldly, and his eyes were gradually filled with bloodthirsty murderous intent.
If there was anything wrong with his Mo'er, he would definitely make these people pay a heavy price and make them irreversible.
The rising wind blew Ying Zheng's robes, and the cold sword glowed with a cold light under the sunlight.
The two black men still felt that the man in front of them was very scary.
They took half a step back and did not dare to rush forward.
Before they could go up, two more men in black attacked Ying Zheng from behind.
I saw the black figure tapping the ground with its toes, flying into the air suddenly, dodging the attacks of the two men in black, hunting in its robes, and a sharp sword wind swept towards the two men in black. .
The two men in black, who had no time to dodge, took the blow and stood there without moving again until the black figure fell down again, and with two pops, the two black heads rolled down.
Then, the figure that was originally standing collapsed, and the blue-white ground was quickly stained red with blood.
The blood outlined a strange picture on the ground.
Ying Zheng's expression did not change, his sharp, dagger-like eyes fell on the two men in black who were sluggish in front of him.
A bloodthirsty smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, like the god of death from hell, and he said coldly: "It's your turn."
The two men in black were frightened.
Seeing the man who looked like the God of Death walking towards them, they almost turned around and ran away.
They didn't want to die in vain at the hands of Ying Zheng.
That man was too terrifying. oshow7: