Princess Consort Is No Pushover

It seemed that he was showing mercy to her and still pretending to be weak in front of her.

She should, shouldn't need to worry about Su Qishao anymore.

When Chu Xuanchen saw that his men were injured on the ground, his eyes suddenly became colder, and he immediately waved his hand again, "Come here, send more people, and release poisonous arrows!"

He just ordered people to shoot ordinary arrows, which were not that powerful.

Now with the poisonous arrows, as long as Su Qishao accidentally gets a little bit of it, he will be annoyed.

With Chu Xuanchen's order, Mo Li and Mo Zhu had already summoned all the dark guards from the dark place, and a large number of black-clothed dark guards immediately rushed into the small Feiyue Pavilion.

As soon as the hidden guards came in, holding poisonous arrows, they immediately shouted: "Go!"

This time, the crackling rain of poisonous arrows shot towards Su Qishao.

Rao, no matter how much poison Su Qishao had in his hand, no matter how powerful it was, he couldn't dodge so many poisonous arrows.

Moreover, because he is good at using poison at close range, Chu Xuanchen sent people to attack from a distance. The guards would not be injured at all, but he was in danger.

"Really?" Su Qishao saw the densely packed poisonous arrows coming, and quickly raised an iron fan to block those arrows.

His internal strength was extremely strong, he blocked the poisonous arrow with his backhand with his iron fan.

He only heard a few "russling" sounds, and a string of arrows was blocked by his backhand, and shot at the guards, Mo Li and the others hurriedly dodged.

This Su Qishao is very powerful and has a vicious mind, but just because there are so many people in Li Palace, he should not be underestimated.

Seeing this, Chu Xuanchen suddenly snatched the bow and arrow from Moli's hand, "The princess saved your life last time, this time, I will take it back!"

After he finished speaking, his tall and mighty body coldly pulled away the bow and arrow, and pointed the bow and arrow directly at Su Qishao. Seeing this, Su Qishao was so shocked that he quickly blocked it with a folding fan.

Chu Xuanchen narrowed his black eyes sharply, and only heard a "poof", that sharp arrow pierced through the air, containing overwhelming power, and galloped fiercely towards Su Qishao's chest.

Su Qishao hurriedly used the iron fan to block it, but who knew that the arrow, with its strong internal force, pierced through the iron fan straight and hit Su Qishao's chest!

"Ah!" Su Qishao was shot by the arrow, and immediately groaned in pain. Seeing this, Yun Ruoyue shouted loudly, "Stop, stop!"

After she finished speaking, the guards all stopped their hands and stood there with cold expressions.

If they make a move now, Su Qishao will definitely die if the sharp arrow shoots over.

Without even thinking about it, Yun Ruoyue hurriedly ran towards Su Qishao. Su Qishao was hit by Chu Xuanchen's poisonous arrow, and after grunting a few times, blood came out from the corner of his mouth, like a gorgeous flower.

Seeing this, Yun Ruoyue was so frightened that her heart trembled, it was a poisonous arrow and it would kill people.

She hugged Su Qishao, "How are you? Is the injury serious? Can you go?"

Su Qishao wiped the black blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, and Chaoyun Ruoyue showed a gorgeous and beautiful smile, "Are you caring about my son? This son thought that you hate me so much that you want me to die all the time!"

The scene of Yun Ruoyue rushing towards him just now moved him very much.

Yun Ruoyue felt that although Su Qishao was smiling, the smile was very sad. She had always regarded him as a cynical son of a poisonous snake, but now she found that there was something called loneliness in this man's smile.

"You have been hit by an arrow. The arrow has been smeared with poison. You must detoxify it quickly, otherwise you will die." Even though Yun Ruoyue doesn't know much about poison techniques, she also knows that the poison Su Qishao got is no small matter.