MTL - The White-Haired Imperial Concubine-Chapter 12 Consequences of contraindications (1)

012 Consequences of Violating Taboos (1) (This chapter is free of charge)

Zong Zheng drank the herbal tea without any worries, with a touch of sarcasm in his mouth, and sneered, "He is really immortal. Those who have no hidden floor can't ask for them, and they want you, the insecure killers. Life? "

He seemed to know who wanted to kill him, but he could still be so indifferent, presumably such an assassination had not been done once or twice. And the person who wants his life can live well if he knows who he is. Who will this person be?

The head of the man in black had a sharp look, and was more aggressive, without saying a word. He winked at the fellows, and stabbed at him with his sword. That speed was extremely fast, but in the blink of an eye, several swords formed a carefully woven net of death, covering his whole body.

Her heart unconsciously raised, Zongzheng's worry-free was still faint, as if those people's hands were not a weapon for his life, but a willow branch accidentally brushed on his shoulder.

Suddenly, a person, like a ghost, flashed out of nowhere, quickly opened the sword around him, and started a fight with the man in black.

Cold inflammation? She almost forgot that there was such a ghostly person beside him. The killers are by no means incompetent as he said, but they are top-notch masters, and each move is unambiguous. The man who had seen a few times but never spoke, like a shadow in the dark, was cold, waving a sword behind him like rain and lightning fast. The garden interrupted the stump of the arm, and blood splattered.

A man in black pulled out, and his sharp blade turned to the target person of this time—Zong Zheng's worry-free neck stabbed in the past, his eyes were fierce, his actions were decisive, but silent.

He never thought about it, blurted out: "His Royal Highness be careful-" There is a natural faint urgency in the voice.

Zongzheng Wuyou looked up in amazement, something flashed in his eyes, and this woman even had an unconscious move beyond indifference-remind him to be careful behind him! Although he didn't need to be reminded at all. His face did not change. He sat still like Taishan. When the long sword reached the back of his neck, he slightly tilted his head and raised his hand quickly. The two slender fingers accurately gripped the sword body, making him move casually.

The man in black was frightened and drew back the sword, but he tried his best, but he didn't move.

Zongzheng sneered with no worries. He flipped between his fingers and listened only to the sound of "铮". Breaking a sword was as easy as breaking a willow branch. He was light and windy, Fengmou lightly picked, and smiled, "The quality of the sword is so inferior. Why is Wuxiaomen's business so bad?"

Wuxiaomen, a killer organization with a reputation second only to Wuyinlou, dares to take on any task as long as it can afford the money. It is said that it has never been missed, but it is a pity that this time, they encountered Zongzheng worry-free.

The man in black was smashed through his identity and hesitated for a moment, apparently a little panic. He interrupted his sword and stabbed at him again, but saw that Zongzheng raised his hand without worry, and his weapon broke.

"Ahhhh!" Howling, sharp and harsh, the man in black rolled to the ground, his hands tightly covering his eyes, the red blood flowing from his rough fingers, his face had been sorely twisted, and it took a long time , The sound gradually rested, the man in black slipped weakly with his hands, took a look, held it, his body was stiff, and saw that the eyes of the man in black had no eyes, and only the remaining black sword was deeply nailed into the two black holes left by the eye sockets. Blood oozed out, meandering on the white floor tiles.

Zongzheng has no worries from beginning to end.

She looked at the man who looked like an immortal, elegant and demon-like. When he killed someone in such a cruel way, his expression was as ordinary as pinching an ant. She only felt an ostent cold holding her tightly. , Making her breathing hard, but trying to maintain calm.

The air was permeated with thick **** gas. Damp hot and sticky liquid splashed on her. Although she can martial arts, she only used to protect herself. She has never killed anyone. This is the first time in three years that she has faced the brutal and **** fight, witnessing the living person who was still breathing, and stared at the next moment. Focusing on her eyes, she fell down at her feet and stopped breathing. She felt chills all over her body, and the person who had died once seemed extra sensitive to death.

A few moments later, there were only three of a dozen people in black, more or less injured. Watching their fellows fell one by one, they began to fear and looked for ways to get out. The killer is also afraid of death! After all, life is only once.

Zong Zheng's worry-free eyes kept on her, looking at her shallow frown, his eyes quickly flashed through a variety of complex expressions, but she had no fear, and soon regained her calmness, only a slight expression on her face Bai, he suddenly leaned halfway, caring with words: "I was shocked!"

As soon as this word came out, the man in black immediately fixed her eyes on her. It was rumored that Zongzheng was indifferent and indifferent, and was not close to women. He even spoke about caring for a man, and he had been here for more than half a month. Does that mean that this man is masculine?

Manxiong stared at this evil man fiercely ... He did it on purpose! Seeing the black man rushing towards her, she was very lucky, and found frustrated that the more luck she got, the softer her body became. why? Why is it that she has lost her internal strength, and she has nothing to worry about at the same table?

Before she could think about it, a sword stand in the hands of a man in black clasped her neck. As Leng Yan followed, the man in black shouted sternly: "Don't move. If you want to keep him alive, leave the king."

Leng Yan paused, Zong Zheng frowned without worry, and said indifferently, "What does his life have to do with the King?"

The man in black froze. Just now Wang Mingming was very concerned about this man who is more beautiful than a woman. How could he become so indifferent at this moment?

The sword, approaching, the cold blade, kissed her smooth skin, a slight sharp pain came from the neck, and the warm liquid snaked down from the skin of the neck.

Zongzheng leaned back against the back of his chair and plucked up his hands, completely acting out of nothing to do with him. Is this woman still so calm and indifferent to death?

The man's silver teeth were biting secretly, and he couldn't figure out what Zongzheng's worry was. She turned her eyes, raised her hand and gently touched the chess piece next to her finger. She glanced at Zongzheng with no worries, and then looked at the chessboard. She raised an eyebrow, with a little contempt in her eyes, as if to say, "If I die, No one is playing chess with you. Oh ... you must be afraid that I will win you someday, so borrow someone's hand to get rid of me! "

Zong Zheng has no worries with thin lips, evil eyes with a smile, but he clearly understands but pretends to know nothing.

The man in black saw her touch the chess piece again, and passed on the message with her eyebrows. She thought that the chess piece had some mystery, took a kick, and kicked the glass table. "咣!" The cup and pot were broken, the tea overflowed, and the white jade The chessboard fell into several petals, and the delicate and round pieces rolled down, stained with tea stains and blood.

Zong Zheng's eyes sank, his wrists flipped, and four willow leaves were in his hand, as if given life, flew straight out, hitting the black man's limbs at an invisible speed.

"Ah-" A sharp scream almost broke her eardrum, and the man in black collapsed to the ground and twitched. The limb veins have been broken.

Zong Zheng looked at her with no worries, and only looked at her with fixed eyes. The woman's eyes were half a while. This woman ... was intentional! It is false to pass the message with eyes, to induce the man in black, to destroy his chess, and to lead him to take a shot. The woman's mind was so delicate that she could see his cherishment of the game.

The other two men in black were calmed down. Willow leaves also become a weapon for killing? !! Leng Yan took advantage of them as they flew forward, cutting a person's head with a sword, and the last man in black panicked her, pushing her out heavily to resist the cold sword of the opponent.

Leng Yan withdrew the sword unconsciously. She was weak and she would run into Leng Yan at first sight. Who knew that Leng Yan fled and hid away at the last instant, and she had no choice but to go straight behind Leng Yan The peerless man who did not even drink the tea.

The body shook, not just hers, but hiss.

When she just played chess, she deliberately avoided touching with his fingertips to avoid violating his taboos and adding unnecessary trouble. But at this moment, her entire body ... the whole body, lying in the arms of this rumored man! !! !!

Time seems to be stagnant.

The men in black were all dead, Leng Yan disappeared again, and she was still lying in his arms in this extremely ambiguous posture. She held one hand right up to his lean and sturdy waist and the other hand clung to his elegant neck. His skin feels great, but this person, his body is cold! It turned out to be cold, without a little temperature! Her face was against his chest, but she couldn't feel it ... his heartbeat!

Dumbfounded, his brain was blank for a moment, and he forgot to leave him immediately. He lifted his head unconsciously, and hit his pupils with his evil eyes. He was squinting to see her now, and those eyes were so deep that they could not see through.

With a faint scent of fragrance lingering in his nose, it is like a gentle breeze with a floral fragrance in the spring cherry tree forest, giving people a sense of infinite comfort. Across his shirt, he felt her warm and fragrant body, passing the warmth he had never experienced before. The pair of her softly pressed against his chest seemed to have a magical power that summoned his longing lurking deep inside. 2k novel reading network