Chapter 1639 The Little Palace Maid of the Mentally Retarded Prince (125)

But the old emperor walked away, as if afraid of her pleas.

After the golden fire bomb exploded, Zheng Yan suddenly appeared.

He came in a hurry with a group of soldiers in black armor.

The old emperor finally changed his face, and he shouted: "Kill, kill that rebel."

I didn't expect that this villain still has an ambush.

But the troops in the palace are all under his control.

Where do these black armored soldiers come from?

Don't wait for the old emperor to understand.

Ning Jiumo has broken through the heavy blockade, his body is stained with blood, and various wounds appear on him.

Holding the sword, he finally walked up the stairs.

A sword was slashed behind him, and his walking posture was a little shaky.

Seeing that the male protagonist had achieved such a virtue, the system couldn't help but say, "Would you like to help him and make the old emperor more mentally disabled?"

Bai Weiwei said softly, "Let him grow up."

She will leave sooner or later, so it is impossible to really protect Ning Jiumo for the rest of her life.

So he had to survive this mountain of corpses and blood.

Otherwise, how could this little fool survive in this palace after she left.

Bai Weiwei stood at a high place and said to the system, "He must have this experience if he wants to be an emperor in the future."

It was rare that she thought about Ning Jiumo.

Maybe it's because I've been an old mother for a long time, I can't help worrying about him for a while.

The system couldn't help but glance at the shield, as if a crack was about to appear.

The system took the ok stretch to paste it again.

The soldiers in black armor began to strangle the soldiers in silver armor.

Ning Jiumo couldn't help laughing, the corners of his lips were full of blood, looking very scary.

There was a scream of killing behind him, and the sound of blood splashing was extremely complicated.

He ignored it and kept walking up the stairs.

Just to get to her side.

He has been planning for so many years, and he has taken it all out today. If it fails, he will die by her side.

Bai Weiwei stretched out her hand, she lowered her head and shouted, "Your Highness."

Ning Jiumo also stretched out his trembling hand, he was about to catch her.

But he seemed to see the old emperor holding a sword and ran towards him quickly.

Ning Jiumo's face turned cold, and the long sword in his hand was horizontal, blocking the old emperor's sword.

The old emperor is old, even if he is seriously injured Ning Jiumo, he can't win for a while.

But Ning Jiumo's eyes suddenly turned black, as if it was a poison attack.

The residual toxicity made him almost unable to support his body.

The old emperor's eyes became cold, and the sword in his hand was immediately sent to his heart.

Ning Jiumo shook his hand, but he didn't raise his sword, and he was about to be killed.

The sound of the long sword passing through flesh and blood suddenly rang in Ning Jiumo's ears.

Is it finished?

Ning Jiomo thought he was going to die.

But the next moment, a cloud of red mist had poured into his arms.

Ning Jiumo only felt that his legs were weak, and the whole person had already knelt down.

He looked up blankly, but saw Bai Weiwei standing, but a sword blade penetrated her chest.

She seemed a little dazed, blood splashed from her chest, dripping onto Ning Jiumo's face and pupils.

At this moment, Ning Jiumo's eyes were all red.

The whole world is red, the red is so tragic and desperate.

With trembling fingers, he hurriedly hugged her skirt, and he whispered, "Awei?"

Bai Weiwei just smiled, she bent over, as if to reach out and touch his face.

Ning Jiumo stared at her blankly, not knowing how to react at all.

Bai Weiwei lowered her eyes, her white neck was like a fragile flower stem, and the begonia flowers on her temples also fell.

She said softly, "Your Highness, your face is dirty, I'll draw water to wash you."