Thank you, Your Majesty. "The man in black, who was in charge, looked like a smart and capable young man with a strong and handsome appearance. Although he was dressed in black, a strange glint appeared in his eyes, indicating that he was a person with a strong scheming.
He stood up from behind the ground and thoughtfully helped the noblewoman's wrist. Seeing that the noblewoman did not refuse clearly, a hint of joy couldn't help but appear on her face. However, he tried his best to hold back and didn't dare to look up at her face. Just gave her a quick glance and lowered his head deeply.
The stunning face of this noblewoman, illuminated by the firelight, appeared even more radiant and charming, with an indescribable elegance and nobility in every move and gesture.
Although her face seemed calm, her heart was filled with excitement as she watched the sea of fire gradually cover up the figure blowing snow.
The delicate white hand that held the young man's hand tightened even tighter, perhaps because she was too nervous, so much so that her nails penetrated the other person's flesh unconsciously.
But the young man's expression remained unchanged, still supporting her with his arm, afraid that she would be tripped by the thatch under his feet.
The noblewoman had a pair of beautiful eyes, but she stared fixedly at the snow blowing motionless in the sea of fire. I saw the fire raging rapidly, with a gust of east wind blowing and it burning even more fiercely, until I could no longer see the figure of snow blowing.
Have you seen it? Is the thing you're talking about called explosives reliable? "The noblewoman's voice was very delicate, sounding at most 28 years old, but it had its own dignity.
The thing in her hand has an extraordinary origin, and when she received it, she was also skeptical.
Without her consent, those black clothed men dared not lift their heads and stood straight, maintaining a high level of caution.
One of them replied, "Don't worry, Your Majesty. After repeated experiments, we have indeed met Your Majesty's expectations. This thing is called explosives, but it has extraordinary power and is a divine object with enormous destructive power
The noblewoman let out a 'yes' in her mouth, but she didn't know what she was thinking? Hurry up and say, "I believe in you Butterfly Guards
These black clothed men were under the jurisdiction of the imperial palace's inner courtyard, dedicated to serving the emperor and concubines, collecting intelligence, or conducting assassination activities.
Because they all have a butterfly shaped blue tattoo on their wrist. So it's called Butterfly Guard. But because they were all dressed in a set of black clothes and had similar heights and figures, each person had a special code name.
The person just now was executed on the spot by the young man for leaking their belongings. The others, however, didn't even blink their eyes. Each of them is a martyr of the royal family. Only working hard for the court, therefore the loyalty to the city is very high.
The young man immediately gestured and pursed his lips. He made a gesture to the person next to him, and immediately two black clothed men stood up. The two of them used their cloaks to extinguish the fire along the way and boldly went to investigate the situation of the snow blowing at this moment.
This is already a sea of flames, with half of the sky burning red in the sky, and the ground being blasted into a half zhang deep pit by the high explosive. The already crumbling ferry terminal was instantly reduced to ashes. The bare water surface was exposed, and the sound of rushing water gently patted the shore, echoing the fire here.
Those overgrown grasses. In the blink of an eye, it was set on fire, and strangely, the flames surrounding the blowing snow could not penetrate.
The two of them were busy exploring ahead. I came to report after a while. Report to Commander Xin, she has been dead for quite some time now
Are you sure? "The young man who was called the leader by the black clothed people turned out to be Xin Ao, the leader of this group of butterfly guards. It seems that he does have outstanding qualities, otherwise he wouldn't be so young and light, and become the leader of so many people.
Xinao walked over calmly and saw the gradually extinguishing flames and the well preserved thatch around the snow blowing, but his face turned pale.
He personally leaned in and turned the snow blowing body over, his indifferent face couldn't help but change. His fingers probed under her nose, but he saw that there was really no breath. He stood up and walked over to the noblewoman.
Seeing Xinao nod to her with certainty, she quickly said, "Your Majesty can rest assured now. With the high potency of this explosive, even immortals may find it difficult to escape. Besides, I have personally tested it, and she really has no breath left. Do you think you need to go back to the palace? Let's handle the things that come next
The noblewoman glanced at Xinao and quickly said, "When do I need someone to interrupt me when I'm doing something
Xinao defaults to speechlessness!
At this moment, a "wuwu" sound suddenly came from the grass, it was indeed Murong Jin who had been drugged and woke up from a coma. Perhaps hearing something that excited him, he struggled incessantly, with an angry expression on his face and a sobbing sound coming from his mouth.
At this moment, his eyes were covered with black cloth, unable to recognize objects, and his hands were bound by the extremely resilient millennium ice silk. Even if he had the strength of a bull or tiger, he was powerless.
Don't move, if you move again, I'll send you to the King of Hell! "A vicious voice warned, and then a cold steel knife was placed on his head. However, he showed no fear on his face, but his expression was anxious. He thought he already knew that he was kidnapped and that someone else was implicated by him.
The noblewoman glanced at Murong Jin, but there was no fluctuation in her eyes, without any trace of commemoration. But her footsteps were heading towards the direction of blowing snow, as if she didn't feel at ease seeing her die with her own eyes. Na Xinao hurriedly walked up and said, "The deceased has an ugly face. Please don't go and look, Your Majesty
Go away, I must see her fate with my own eyes. "The noblewoman seemed to hate her to the bone, still somewhat uneasy. She walked over and, with a" crack, "pulled out a short sword with a sharp and cold edge. She tightly held the handle of the sword in her hand, as if she wanted to make up for a few more cuts on the already dead body of Chuxue.
Xin Ao's eyes showed a hint of reluctance, and as he spoke, he swallowed back, a hint of coldness in his eyes. The others had a silent expression.
Little bitch, since you came to my house, we haven't had a day of peace. It's true that my mother said you were a demon who came to this world. Otherwise, it wouldn't have harmed my mother who couldn't go back home and my sister who suffered a miserable fate. No wonder you won't argue with her. It turns out that all of this was planned by you. "After she finished speaking, her face turned ferocious, and her beautiful appearance was like a bloodthirsty ghost.
Her slender and cold knuckles gently brushed against the snow blowing face, with a hint of coldness, and her delicate jade like hands caressed her face with obvious regret. If she paid a little attention at this moment, she could feel that the place where her fingers brushed was a little stiff, and in fact, the blowing snow was not killed by the explosives as she had hoped. The reason why she did this was to catch the big fish hidden behind her back.