Secret Service Princess: The Cold Prince’s Black Belly Wife

"Haha, His Royal Highness still found it, but this time, there are a lot of things to save the slaves." The little **** was a little surprised when he saw the Prince, and then quickly restored a dim smile, and called As soon as there were a few more people in black around him, looking at Leng Yeran Tieqing's face, his smile was even greater, and he said with a smile, "I thought these people were enough to deal with the general, so I only reserved a few for the prince. Famous master, but now it seems that there is no need to stay. Listen, if we can't give the Prince and the General a happy day, we will all have a happy one. If you want to live, go hard. "

As soon as the little eunuch's voice fell, Leng Yeran read the deep fear clearly from the eyes of those in black, and frowned gently, didn't he? It seemed to them crueler than death.

The men in black all worked hard, struck up their internal strength, and attacked Leng Yeran and the Prince. Even the first man in black who used a crossbow to hurt Leng Yeran was picked from the ground. A sword was added to the overall offensive.

"You step back and come alone." Leng Yeran was about to make a shot, and the prince raised his hand to stop him, saying indifferently. The prince was standing proudly in a red suit, with a pair of peach blossom eyes with a sharp killing intention, a handsome face with pathological paleness, ruddy lips imprisoned, squinting his eyes, cold eyes watching those in black getting closer and closer .

"His Royal Highness, you ..." Leng Yeran was slightly surprised, looking at the prince in surprise, his eyes filled with disbelief, the prince's current situation can see that he is very weak, if he shot again If so, I don't know if I can still live on.

"Retreat!" The prince gave him a cold glance, showing his majesty, and coldly struck his crossbow lips. He finally obediently pushed out a distance, but he still kept a vigilant posture to prevent someone from hurting the prince.

The Prince drew a deep breath, condensing the internal force in the palm of his hand, closing his eyes, and transporting the Dantian. He rose like a dragon out of the sea, his arms waving in the air, and the internal force condensed into a golden dragon in the air. The golden dragon roared and swept the wind with clouds. Attacked the man in black who rushed over. With a scream, the dust was raised, and when the dust was gone, there was a body on the ground.

"I didn't expect that the martial arts of the prince was so high and strong. It was possible that the slaves had come to look down on His Royal Highness." The little **** covered his eyes with the sleeves of the sand when he raised the sand, and when the sand was cleared, he dropped his hand and looked at the place The corpse, he knew that his defeat was fixed, and he was unwilling to look at the prince and Leng Yeran, gritted his teeth, leaped backwards, and disappeared in front of the two.

"Stop!" Leng Yeran yelled and wanted to set off to chase. But at this time, the prince fell heavily from the air, kneeling on one knee, and vomited a large mouthful of blood, coughing violently, a pale face flushed with redness, and the physical discomfort was self-evident.

"His Royal Highness!" Leng Ye was startled, and he couldn't care about chasing the little eunuch, hurriedly trotting back to the prince, patted him on the back for him, his face anxiously, and asked in concern, " Your Highness, how are you? "

"Lone ........" As soon as the prince uttered a word, he felt that his eyes were dark, and the whole person fainted on Leng Yeran, his breathing became a little weak, and the whole person seemed lifeless.