Chapter 245

Chapter 245 Pain

King Xuan found the foot of the mountain all the way.

The trap without grass was particularly eye-catching.

The black armor guards changed their expressions and walked forward first.

They were all in grief... They stretched their necks to take a look, but turned back in a daze: "There is nothing inside."

They immediately breathed a sigh of relief: "The princess is lucky, and I don't think she will fall into such a trap."

"The grass disappeared, revealing the trap. But there is no prey inside. ... She has been here... It was her, or maybe someone else, who almost fell in and was rescued." King Xuan quickly guessed the result.

"Did the princess save herself? Or was it a nearby farmer?" The guard asked the doubts in his heart.

"Look for footprints nearby." King Xuan said.

The guard was surprised and said: "Didn't your highness say that the princess would erase her own footprints?"

"If an outsider rescued the princess, they would not erase the footprints." Another guard's mind turned quickly.

The others showed a look of enlightenment and immediately searched for footprints.

Now they moved much faster.

"... Your Highness! The footprints went in this direction. Although they were covered by fallen leaves, they can still be identified if you look carefully." Soon, a guard said excitedly.

King Xuan ran over.

The guards hurriedly pushed away the fallen leaves.

"There are a lot of people." King Xuan said in a deep voice.

This made their hearts sink again.

All night, their hearts were up and down here.

"Could it be that the Meng soldiers are chasing us? Their army was blocked by us in Zicheng, and they still have time to come here to hunt down the princess?" The guard said in disbelief.

King Xuan pinched his fingertips.

He was worried that it was He Songning's people.

"Follow the footprints and hurry." After saying this, King Xuan ran ahead with big strides.

The others hurriedly followed, holding the hilt of the knife.

They found a valley along the footprints.

Turning the hillside, they could see the situation in the valley... They didn't rush to move, but slowed down their steps. Leaning their heads out, they could vaguely see the flickering flames.

It seemed a bit strange to light a fire in the daytime. The guards secretly murmured in their hearts.

King Xuan raised his eyelids: "Go in."

The others did not hesitate, stretched out their hands and swiftly climbed over the small earth slope, and drew their swords as soon as they stood up.

The sound of the swords being unsheathed startled the people in the valley.

They all stood up and drew their weapons.

But they were long swords.

"Who is coming?" The leader shouted fiercely, his voice full of vicissitudes.

"Don't do it!" Xue Qingyin's voice rang out immediately, and she shouted: "One of us!"

The people brought by King Xuan were dumbfounded.

Ah?

Another one of us? Where are there so many of us?

King Xuan said nothing, he pursed his lips, his eyes swept across the crowd, and finally fell on her.

This glance seemed to have gone through a long spring, summer, autumn and winter.

Her dress was tattered, covered with blood and dirt, her hair was messy, and there were two leaves hanging on her head.

Her eyebrows were also dirty.

She held a broken bowl from nowhere in her hand, looking pitiful. As if she had just come back from begging.

When had she ever suffered such hardship?

How could she bear such hardship?

King Xuan's heart suddenly clenched, and he walked towards her without thinking.

The Qinggui Army on the other side also felt strange.

How could he be one of us?

But they opened their mouths, but in the end they didn't say anything, nor did they swing their swords. After all, they had put away their swords.

They just frowned, stared at King Xuan's figure, and watched him step by step approach the stunning woman...

The armor this person wore was very unusual.

His demeanor was also very unusual.

When did the Liang Dynasty have such a young general?

They looked at each other and vaguely guessed the identity.

Is it... King Xuan?

They tensed their muscles and held the hilts even tighter.

However, King Xuan did not even turn his head to look at them. He did not care whether they pulled out a knife or a sword, or whether they had malice or kindness in their eyes.

He took a few big steps and rushed to Xue Qingyin, and took her into his arms.

Tightly.

As if he wanted to hold her in his flesh and blood.

Xue Qingyin: "Bowl!"

King Xuan: "..."

He took the bowl from her hand and threw it away.

Qinggui Jun's eyelids jumped immediately.

That was their bowl!

King Xuan hugged her tightly again.

Xue Qingyin felt her body lighten, and was actually held by him like this.

Xue Qingyin said tenderly, "It hurts."

King Xuan: "..."

Xue Qingyin put her chin on his chest, her voice even more tender: "It really hurts, I'm not lying to you..."

King Xuan put her down, his voice was cold and deep: "Where does it hurt?"

Xue Qingyin sniffed: "You're so fierce."

He stared at her face and raised his hand to press her lips: "Does it hurt here?"

There were deep teeth marks on her lips.

Probably at some point, she had to bite her lower lip tightly to relieve extreme tension.

Xue Qingyin nodded: "Yeah, a little."

Her eyes were a little sour, as if she had a lot of grievances waiting to pour out.

"Where else?" King Xuan asked while grabbing her wrist.

He lifted a corner of his sleeve and looked down again.

The large scratches on her fair wrist caught King Xuan's eyes.

At that moment.

Xue Qingyin could clearly sense that the murderous aura on him was a little stronger.

She couldn't see his expression.

But it must be very ugly.

Xue Qingyin couldn't help shrinking her hand, thinking that it was okay not to act like a spoiled child at this moment.

But how could King Xuan let her take it back?

He grabbed it, and she pulled it back, and it pulled the bone seam again.

"Hiss." A cry of pain could not be held back and jumped out of Xue Qingyin's mouth.

King Xuan immediately held her arm: "Is it injured here too?"

Xue Qingyin nodded carefully: "Ah, maybe... dislocated?"

Dislocated.

The veins on King Xuan's forehead jumped, and the coldness in his eyes almost condensed into a sharp sword that could kill people.

But the movements of his hands became much gentler.

He lifted up Xue Qingyin's other sleeve.

That wrist was also covered with scratches.

Xue Qingyin whispered, "I almost fell into the pit, and I got scratched on the ground when I rushed over to save someone."

King Xuan said coldly, "You saved someone? With your body, how dare you?"

"Now I've improved a little and can save people." Xue Qingyin defended. It's just that she was a little bit unsure.

King Xuan didn't say anything else, but raised his hand gloomily to wipe the blood on her neck.

Xue Qingyin felt a little uncomfortable.

She didn't want him to be sad.

She said, "That's not my blood..."

"I know." King Xuan's voice was low.

For some reason, he didn't look comforted at all, but his eyes became darker and colder.

Xue Qingyin couldn't figure it out.

She didn't know that King Xuan could already picture the thrilling scene when she confronted He Songning in his mind.

Xue Qingyin couldn't help but scratch his breastplate: "It hurts."

King Xuan let her go a little more.

But she raised her hand and hugged him instead.

She thought about it and decided to coax him, "I miss you a little."

King Xuan's eyebrows jumped heavily, he could no longer hold back, lowered his head and kissed her lips fiercely.

The Qinggui Army opened their mouths and closed them again.

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