Yong Jing's eyes condensed, and he took the iron spoon on the table and threw it towards a certain place.

"Zheng" sound.

Rong Huang heard his reputation, and he was another dead soldier in black.

It was the old emperor who sent someone to take Yongjing's life.

No, she is a little widow after Yong Jing is dead, and no one is making her fragrant Manchu feast.

Thinking about it this way, Rong Huang's waist no longer hurts, and his legs no longer feel soft.

Rong Huang jumped off Yong Jing's legs, and took out the small axe with a brush. He danced like a tiger, "If you want to kill Yong Jing, pass me first!"

The roof tiles fell to the ground and splashed in all directions.

Immediately a dead soldier jumped off the roof.

Rong Huang raised his eyebrows, don't you dead men take ordinary paths?

But this is not a problem at all, you are all going to die anyway!

Rong Huang was full of confidence, saying that it would be no problem to come back dozens more.

Just after thinking about it, another twenty dead men floated down on the roof, besieging the huge main hall, and even a fly could not fly out.

Rong Huang: "..." Hey, look at my crow's mouth.

Rong Huang stuffed Yong Jing behind him, and she could only protect this weak chicken that even her child could not pull!

Rong Huang glanced at Yong Jing with pity, and patted his chest to show that he would be protected.

Yong Jing: Smile.JPG.

With a murderous sword light flashing past, Rong Huang whispered softly, and his slender waist slightly moved over, and an axe killed the dead soldier who attacked.

Flesh and blood splattered.

The black-clothed dark guards under Yong Jing arrived, and saw that the girl Rong whom their master had spoiled the sky was very cruel, cutting a dead man into two pieces like a watermelon.

The dark guard: "..."

"Quick battle and quick decision!" Yong Jing said coldly, pulling back Rong Huang, who was so excited that he couldn't pull the eight horses back, "You take a rest, you can get on again if they fail."

Hearing Yong Jing's words, the dark-clothed dark guard expressed his sadness.

They are sharp watermelon knives under the master's hands, how can you say that they are not good?

Boys can't say no!

As a result, the black-robed guards' hacking movements became more agile, one sword at a time.

Rong Huang saw that there was also a black-robed guard who was injured, and he was eager to try again, "Look at them, they are injured, they can't do it!"

The injured black guards heard it, and the internal forces circulated around the body, temporarily stopping the blood, and the killing methods were even more brutal.

Rong Huang: "..." Can you still play well?

The decorations in the main hall of Yuan'an Temple were all ruined, and the palace people outside had cats in the corner early in the morning, and no one could be seen.

Coupled with the emperor's deliberate efforts, no one dared to care about it no matter how loud the fighting in Yuan'an Temple was.

The fine-quality white blanket was dyed red with blood, adding a bit of treacherousness.

Rong Huang stood in front of Yong Jing with his hips akimbo, coming one to chop one, and two to chop one pair.

As a big man with sound limbs, Yong Jing stood behind Rong Huang, who was almost a head shorter than him. He was not ashamed at all, and she praised Rong Huang from time to time.

"ZiZi is really amazing."

"This action is really neat and handsome."

"Xiaozai is a good axe!"

Rong Huang was exaggerated by Yong Jing, as if he was going to heaven in the next moment.

This man, just can't get used to it, let him feel the unique femininity of the king, and feel the sense of security from the king, only to know that the king is good, and then he will be inseparable from the king all his life.

After a **** fight, the deceased side showed a tendency to lose.