The Submissive Emperor

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Lou Jing only felt that his blood rushed to the top of his head, and jumped down from the horse, rushing up like an arrow from the string.

Xiao Chengjun didn't blink his eyes, but moved a little bit backwards. Yun Twelve had already blocked the front and had time to make a move. Everyone felt that there was a flower in front of him. The scarred man had been kicked out and hit heavily. On the stone statue.

The burly body bounced on the solid stone platform and fell to the ground. Before he could struggle in the future, he was slammed on the foot by a golden boot.

The man with the scar was not lightly smashed, but his body was strong, and he started to yell loudly when he was relieved. Before finishing speaking, the man who stepped on him had already pulled out the saber on his waist and nailed his hand to the bluestone board with a knife. , "Where's the bastard...... Ah——"

A scream of screams sounded, and several refugees on the other side of the temple bluffed their guts, slammed through the broken window and ran out.

Lou Jing looked coldly at the big man who was stepping on his back and struggling like a tortoise flipped over, his voice was as cold as ice, "Don't leave one!"

"Yes!" You Yunwei in the room responded in unison.

"Zhuoyu?" Xiao Chengjun saw the man in the black attire. He was stunned for a moment. He couldn't help but smile. The dull melancholy for many days was wiped out, replaced by surging surprises.

Seeing that the situation is not good, the man with the knife struggled to fend off Yun Shisan's knife, and shouted at the man with the hammer, "Block it!"

The hammer-holding man understood what he meant. At this moment, the situation was extremely unfavorable. They had to capture the golden son as a threat to escape. Xu Ye didn't do this kind of thing less, the hammer holding the heavy hammer, very skillfully blocked You Yunwei's offensive, to make room for the sword holding man.

The temple was small and could not squeeze in any number of people. The big man with the knife took advantage of the crowd's inability to open his hands, and quickly cut off at Xiao Chengjun.

Xiao Chengjun's eyes were still looking at Lou Jing. The sharp sword in his hand was already unsheathed, and he slashed the sword sideways with a sword. The thin long sword faced the heavy broad sword. Hearing a click, the big sword suddenly broke in two. . Before the mountain bandit recovered, the sword in Xiao Chengjun's hand was like a snake, and a sword pierced his heart.

Yun Twelve kicked the person out with one kick and made a knife in the neck. He said that it was too late and it would be fast, but after hearing the "chacha" a few times, the remaining three people also rushed out and were dragged out quickly by You Yunwei's hands and feet. .

Lou Jing immediately let go of the scarred man under his feet, and stepped forward and took Xiao Chengjun into his arms, "Isn't it hurt?"

"It's just a few thieves." Xiao Chengjun didn't care very much. He held the blood-stained sword in one hand, and put his arm around his back. He had missed this warm embrace for a long time, but now he suddenly appeared, making him somewhat In a trance.

Lou Jing raised her head and held her husband's handsome face in both hands. He couldn't see enough at all. After looking at it carefully for a long time, he said slowly, "I'm looking for you."

"Yeah." Xiao Chengjun looked at him and responded softly.

Immediately, they were speechless.

Lou Jing did not say that he was tossing and turning all night and all night, and Xiao Chengjun did not say that he couldn't eat it these days. He just watched quietly. He had a thousand words to tell the other party, and felt that he couldn't say anything.