Quick Wear: The Host is a Fox

"Yo, are you angry?" Jun Wuxue laughed, "You have to understand that you and I are in a cooperative relationship, not a subordinate relationship. I am the dignified king of Xia Guangping, why should you point and tell me what to do?

But it's just what they need.

Moreover, your purpose is to kill Jun Wuyue; and my purpose is to borrow your troops and Qianjitang.

I kindly wanted to help you get rid of Jun Wuyue, but you questioned me in turn? Ah! "

"There are millions of ways to get rid of Jun Wuyue, but you chose the most despicable and cruel one! Jun Wuxue, as the prince of Daxia, you can actually do things like collaborating with the enemy and treason!"

Jun Wuxue shrugged his shoulders and laughed as if he had heard something funny.

Her laughter was a little sharp, and the brows under the man's mask frowned uncomfortably.

Jun Wuxue looked at him sarcastically, "Oh, you have a big heart and are worried that the people of Limin will come. I don't have your mind. Whether they live or die is none of my business? As long as I can sit on the supreme leader The throne, what does it matter if you sacrifice your life? After all, if you want to do great things, you always have to pay a price, right?"

The person wearing the black iron mask snorted coldly, "With a prince like you, I really feel sad for the people of Daxia! Fortunately, you are not the empress."

As soon as he finished speaking, his wrist moved slightly, trying to slash her throat with a sword.

But Jun Wuxue's martial arts are extraordinary, so she bent back suddenly, and the sword edge rubbed the tip of her nose.

Her feet were on the wall, her body twisted in the air, and then she landed firmly on the ground.

Almost without pausing, she stepped back all the way, reached out and pulled out the sword on the desk, resisting the blow of the masked man.

"Qiang—"

The sound of weapons handover sounded, and although the movement was loud, it was quickly drowned in the rainy night.

"You actually want to kill me?! Why!" Jun Wuxue stared at the masked man with murderous aura.

"Because, there is no need to cooperate anymore."

The long swords remained in a state of touching each other, seemingly motionless, but both sides tried their best.

Jun Wuxue knew that his inner strength was not as deep as his, and there was a hint of cunning in the bottom of his eyes.

The strength in his hand was suddenly released, the sword edge turned, and he went straight to the man's door.

The man had already sensed something was wrong when she moved, but the inertia of his body caused him to lean forward. He tilted his head and narrowly avoided a blow.

Of course.

He heard a "bang" sound.

The black iron mask fell heavily to the ground, and a few strands of hair cut by the sword fell beside it.

The fight came to an abrupt end.

"It's you?!"

Jun Wuxue looked at the man across from him, his eyes full of shock.

The sword edge pointed where, the man slowly stood up straight and looked at her calmly.

Jun Wuxue suddenly laughed, the shock in his eyes faded, replaced by endless ridicule.

"I said who was wearing a mask mysteriously. It turned out to be...

Concubine Qing. "

Ye Yinchen was holding a sword in his hand. Unlike the usual white clothes that were spotless, tonight was a set of pure black night clothes, which looked a little less moist and a little colder.

"This king thought you were so loyal to Jun Wuyue before. Oh, what happened? The closest person is the one who wants to kill her the most."

After seeing Ye Yinchen, Jun Wuxue's memory emerged little by little, "I said that at the concubine ceremony, why did you suddenly ask me to send a Qing-lou opera into the palace, so it's just that you want to enter the palace yourself That's it."