After rebirth, the empress was spoiled by the emperor's uncle like a little girl

The fully armed golden scorpions surrounded and attacked in the blink of an eye.

Meng Guanjing, who originally leaned most of his weight on her shoulders, suddenly said in a hoarse voice: "I want to be a human being again, not a handy killing weapon."

Hearing this, A Bao clenched the golden needle hidden in his sleeve in surprise.

Meng Guanjing was actually clear about it.

Suddenly, Bai Muliang raised his hand and said, "Please ask Madam He to go into the leech room and have a good rest."

Before he finished speaking, a fierce palm wind came! !

Bai Muliang dodged Meng Guanjing's attack with his backhand and quickly noticed that most of the golden needle was stuck in Meng Guanjing's back.

At this moment, Bai Muliang remembered when the flower bone flute was destroyed and Lan Mi died.

The witch queen once sighed with disgust and envy. The Princess Diyang of Daqi was extremely talented in medicine and poison. If she could fight with her one day, it would definitely be a hearty battle to the death.

Up to this moment, the Witch Queen was not present, but he unexpectedly witnessed the battle between the two of them.

The poisonous zombie that the Taoist priest and the witch queen had created together was found by the princess to control its bloodthirsty nature.

It not only made Meng Guanjing regain his sanity, but also instantly restored his terrifying killing power.

He used his palm as a blade and each move was deadly, forcing Bai Muliang to draw his sword and truly determine to eliminate the enemy.

The golden needle pierced into the bone, and the pain was soul-destroying. Meng Guanjing knew why Abao had secretly held the golden needle in his sleeve for so long, but he was still hesitant.

She knew that this injection was like drinking poison to quench thirst and burning the house to keep warm.

In the wind and snow, Bai Muliang's swordsmanship became more and more fierce, while A Bao, who was being led by Meng Guanjing to kill and retreat to the corridor outside the hall, blew the jade whistle!

Seeing this, Pei Guichen suddenly realized that he had overlooked something.

How could King Feng Ran allow Po to risk his life alone? Unless he had already arranged a way to take Po out.

Just at this moment, huge wings broke through the wind and snow and swooped down with a roar!

The snow sculpture that appeared in the Chuyue Ghost Sea! ! It was seriously injured and on the verge of death, but it managed to survive? !

Pei Guichen, who had been watching from the sidelines, finally took action and tried to stop Abao.

However, Meng Guanjing blocked the attack with his body, and Bai Muliang hit his back without any time to defend himself.

The sword pierced through her heart, and Meng Guanjing, who was in extreme pain, turned around and smiled at the wooden railing on the top of the mountain. The wind and snow blew coldly, and her pearl veil, which was worn by Lady Chihe, fell into the mountain mist with the wind.

The disguise mask can only be used for four days, and the validity period has expired.

The woman standing by the mountain railing, dressed in moon-silver Chihe skirt, is as graceful as an immortal.

At this time, the snow eagle, which was naturally unruly, flapped its wings and flew over the mountain fence, calling affectionately to her.

On the back of the wings was King Feng Ran, his black robe fluttering, coming to take his princess home.

Meng Guanjing's gaze passed over Abao and looked at the dark sky. It was vast and boundless, so free.

In the wind and snow, A Bao looked at Meng Guanjing from afar, and saw that his black hair turned white little by little until his head was completely white.

The red robe covered the wounds and blood all over his body, and his face was so gentle, as if he had been relieved.

Ten crossbow arrows soaked in poison were fired in succession, forcing Bai Muliang to retreat, and the black-robed King Quan pulled Meng Guanjing onto his wing!

Bai Muliang, who was left at the mountain fence along with the Golden Scorpion that had no way to be pursued, had a face as cold as ice.

Pei Guichen looked thoughtfully at A Bao who happened to be looking straight at him.

She just raised her hand indifferently and drew a circle towards him.

Pei Guichen's eyes instantly lost their warmth as his brows knitted tightly together. What was she hinting at him?

At the same time, on the huge wing back of the snow sculpture.

A Bao grabbed Meng Guanjing's wrist and took his pulse, but his breath was getting weaker and weaker.

"I seem to have forgotten to drink Mengpo soup." When his mind was confused, he often dreamed of Meng Guanjing in his previous life. He forced a smile and said, "I seem to see that I swore in front of your grave that if there is an afterlife, I must watch you live a long life."

Hearing this, Abao's face turned pale.

But Meng Guanjing thought that she was frightened by his dying appearance.

He tried to cover her eyes with trembling hands, asking her not to watch him die. But when he raised his hands, he realized that his hands were covered with wounds and blood, and were very dirty.

"What a pity, this body has long been dead."

"Abao, I'm afraid I have to go first."

But the joke he pretended to make indifferent in order to comfort her caused her to roar in anger!

"Don't say such discouraging words! As long as I'm here, you, Meng Guanjing, will not die!!"

Hearing this, Meng Guanjing raised his hand to stop her from pulling out the golden needle. Even if it hurt like hell, he didn't want to forget all his memories.

"...Abao, you are not a god, you can't save me."

The turmoil in the Red Flame Golden Palace caused martial law to be imposed in the entire royal capital.

In the side pavilion of the Golden Palace, Wanwan was half-hostage and half-invited by the Golden Scorpion and brought to Bai Muliang.

The lady told her that no matter what, she must bite the little beggar to death.

Only in this way could she have a chance to escape successfully from Bai Muliang.

However, the longer this barbarian young master stared at her coldly, the more he remained silent, the more terrified she felt.