The emperor and the eunuch

The man thought about it left and right, and felt that what Diao Shaoyan said made sense.A little eunuch would die if he played to death, but Li Anhuan was a mad dog, and he would never let go until he killed someone.

After the man thought it through, he took a step towards Ruan Shao'er.

Ruan Shao'er had long been frightened by this group of ghosts and monsters. Just now, those two kicks directly killed half of his life, and now he huddled against the wall and trembled, wanting to run back as soon as they entered.

Unexpectedly, the group of people turned around and walked towards him.

He fumbled out the scimitar that Li Qian had hidden for him from his cuff, clenched his hands tightly, and stared at them step by step, his eyes widened.

He bit the tip of his tongue, the dull pain made his limbs a little more active, just when the group of people were about to surround him, he suddenly got up and rushed towards the gap between the two of them.

During the collision, his elbow hit a person's crotch, and he was thrown back by the back of the neck before he could go out, and his back hit the wall, causing him to shrink into a shrimp in pain.

"I don't know what's good!" The man grabbed Ruan Shao'er by the neck and lifted him up, cursing angrily, "You lowly eunuch, do you really take yourself seriously?"

Seeing that Ruan Shao'er was almost out of breath, he let go of his hand, "Li Qian raised you, why the hell did you fuck you? Who do you think you are? You and your scumbag father share the same fate. Riding makes people fuck!"

As soon as Ruan Shao'er fell to the ground, he heard the man insulting his father, and got up to stab him with a scimitar, but just as he stood up, a crisp slap hit him on the face, on the cheek In an instant, it was hot, and the eyeball was scratched by the man's nails, and the pain made him unable to open his eyes.

"Bastard!" The man groaned and leaned over to pick off Ruan Shao'er's clothes, and there was a loud roar while pulling, and then a bright light flashed between the two of them.

The rough man who was bullying him just now swayed for a moment and then fell straight onto Ruan Shao'er.

There was a "clang" sound, which was the sound of the scabbard hitting a stone.

The moon rose to the top of the tree at some point, and the obsidian shone coldly under the clear light, and the faint dark red only added to the charm.

If a person is driven to a desperate situation, he will always have thousands of desires to survive.

Ruan Shaoer peeled off the stinking man with hands and feet, pulled out the scimitar stuck in his shoulder, and tightly held the handle with both hands, the blood on the tip of the knife fell to the ground like beads with a broken thread. A small pool of blood gathered on the ground.

Pointing the knife at everyone, Ruan Shao'er roared, "You guys, go back! There is poison on this knife, and no one will survive if you make a cut! Go back quickly! Get out!"

Ruan Shao'er's wrists were shaking non-stop, and his screams could not hide the panic in his heart.

After the confrontation for a while, he took two steps forward vigilantly, seeing Ruan Shao'er holding a knife and not retreating, he gritted his teeth unwillingly and said to everyone, "Let's go!"

After watching the group of evil spirits leave, Ruan Shao'er seemed to have been sucked out of his soul, and he fell to the ground directly. His two arms were twitching due to the excessive force just now. He looked around cautiously. Like hell, the fear was infinitely magnified, and a wave of nausea welled up in his throat.

"Ahem—"

His stomach was empty, and after a while of retching, he stood up and staggered towards the big tent in the distance.

Gusts of cold wind caused him to have a splitting headache, his legs and feet were so weak that he could only move forward numbly, but the light in the distance was getting closer and closer, but he suddenly stopped.

I, murdered.

The idea suddenly rushed into his mind.

Ruan Shao'er looked down at the scimitar he was still holding tightly, the blood of the man just now was still hanging between his fingers, his spine felt chills, and the knife fell to the ground with a "bang".

Me, what should I do... I killed someone, Brother Six, I will be implicated, what should I do?

He crouched on the ground awkwardly, hugged his arms and buried his head in tears, gasped for breath and muttered "I killed someone", crying and crying and felt that there was someone standing behind him, the one he killed just now, that person was holding The knife wants to ask for his life.

He stood up crazily, grabbed the scimitar on the ground, and stabbed behind him, but the man couldn't shake it off, and kept repeating in his ear, "You killed someone, you killed Li Qian. "

In this way, Ruan Shao'er shouted "I didn't" and "I killed someone" from time to time, and sometimes swirled around and stabbed the air with a knife.

When Li Qian found Ruan Shao'er, he saw him in this crazy state.

He ran over and wanted to hug Ruan Shao'er, but he couldn't do anything, "Ruan'er, Ruan'er," he was extremely weak, and the nerves that had been tense just now broke instantly when he saw that Ruan Shao'er was still alive. It was exhaustion, "Ruan'er, brother is here to pick you up."

Ruan Shao'er turned around in horror when she heard the familiar voice, and suddenly fell to the ground when she saw that it was indeed Li Qian. Said, "I killed someone," pointing to the back, "I killed someone, Your Highness! I, I didn't mean to, I'm sorry, I really did,"

Before he finished speaking, Li Qian hugged him into his arms, "Stop talking, they deserve to die, as long as Ruan'er is safe."

When Li Qian saw the scars on Ruan Shao'er's face, a strong killing intent suddenly appeared in his heart.

His heart, which he had pampered and raised for more than ten years, was spoiled by a group of beasts like this!

Li Qian picked up Ruan Shao'er, patted him on the back with one hand, and comforted him in a gentle voice, "Ruan'er is not afraid, those people will die sooner or later, if you don't kill him, brother will also finish him. Stop crying."

His words were soft and gentle, but his eyes were full of hatred.

Ruan Shao'er had already fallen asleep when he returned to the tent, and it was even more shocking to look at his wound under the lamplight.

"Fufeng," Li Qian said lightly as he sat on the edge of the bed, as if the cruelty passing by his eyes was just an illusion, "Where's Li Anhuan?"

The thin man named Fufeng prostrated himself on the ground and whispered back, "This subordinate is incompetent."

When Li Qian heard this, blue veins appeared on his forehead, and a terrifying coldness flashed in his eyes, and he said coldly, "Go on."