Dark Guard's Knife Blocker Advanced Manual

Without even thinking about it, Duan Yue immediately raised his hand and threw out the hidden weapon.

The little eunuch reacted very quickly, bent his waist to dodge it, pulled out the dagger tied on the inside of his thigh, rushed into the inner hall, and stabbed Emperor Zhong Cheng who was still unclear about the situation on the dragon couch!

"Dog Emperor, die!"

"you dare!"

At the same time as Duan Yue's words fell, he had already raised his breath and leaped forward, flashing like lightning to the front of the dragon's couch, and stretched out his hand to block it without hesitation.

The short dagger pierced through his wrist with a "pop" and was blocked by the hard and thin hand bones, making a tooth-piercing "creak" sound.

Blood flowed profusely and dripped onto Emperor Zhongcheng's face below, only then did he realize that he had been assassinated.

"Come here! Escort, escort quickly!" His voice became tense with fear, his hands trembled, but he still remembered to pull Duan Shiliu closer.

"Yun Yue, how are you doing?!"

Duan Yue didn't have time to reply, he pulled out the short dagger on his wrist expressionlessly, and raised his hand to block it, avoiding the assassin's second attack.

Then quickly grabbed the emperor's body and threw it into the distance: "Twelve! Protect Your Majesty!"

Duan Twelve flew down to catch the emperor's shaking body. At the same time, with a flash of cold light from his fingertips, he shot out several highly poisonous silver needles in the blink of an eye, defusing several dangerous and dangerous attacks for Duan Yue.

The tacit understanding between the two was abnormal, the assassin couldn't break through the line of defense, so he gave Duan Yue a hard look, then threw a copper explosive bomb with his hands, and fled away.

Startled, Duan Yue immediately turned around, threw himself on Emperor Zhongcheng, and yelled at the palace servants and guards who hadn't reacted in front of the palace gate:

"Get down!"

As soon as the voice fell, there was a loud "boom", and the ammunition exploded suddenly, and the tremor could be felt hundreds of feet away.

The ground shook a few times, a few pieces of broken bricks and tiles fell from the beams of the house, and dust fell into Duan Twelve's mouth and nose.

He coughed a few times, got up from the ground, his ears were ringing and his eyes were dazzled, and he shook his head to barely see the situation in front of him.

The hard walls were blown away by ammunition, and the screen embroidered with gold, jade, flowers and birds had been burned to ashes, sparks were burning everywhere in the hall, smoke and dust filled the air, and it was a mess.

The guards and palace servants were blown away by the aftermath, but they were far away from each other, and their injuries were not serious.

Emperor Zhongcheng was protected by him and Duan Shiliu, and he was unscathed.

He himself suffered only a few scrapes.

Only Duan Yue was alone, his breathing was weak, his internal organs were torn apart, and he was already unconscious.

He was the closest to the explosion just now, and he didn't dodge. Instead, he rushed up immediately and opened his arms to protect him and the old emperor. He didn't even have time to protect his heart veins.

Duan Twelve turned him over.

I saw that the clothes on his back were completely burnt, the whole skin was bloody and bloody from the scorching flames, the smell of smoke was exposed in the air, and a string of burning blood bubbles pierced the fundus of the person's eyes swollen.

This idiot, with his lightness skill, if he wants to avoid it, he won't get hurt at all.

Even if you only take His Majesty with you, you can avoid it a little bit, so it won't be like this.

But he doesn't hide.It was clearly to prevent himself from getting hurt.

How could this good cold-blooded little dark guard know how to love someone when he woke up.

He would rather that Xiao Shiliu was as indifferent as before, than lying in a pool of blood without knowing his life or death.

Dark guards are slaves without ego.

Live long if you are heartless.

Duan Twelve tightened his fingers. He knew that Xiao Sixteen's life and death were at stake, but he couldn't show any emotion.

Just because he is a secret guard, his first task must be to protect his master.

He looked away, went to help Emperor Zhongcheng up, and checked his pulse: "Your Majesty, is there any serious problem?"

"Climb!" Emperor Zhong Cheng was even more anxious than him, he threw off his support, hurriedly walked up to Little Sixteen and picked him up: "Yun Yue! How are you? Wake up, Yun Yue!"

The word "Yun Yue" is the name His Majesty chose for Xiao Shiliu.

In the entire dark guard camp, only he enjoys this honor.

Even in the entire harem, he is the only slave who can be named by the Holy One.Others say that Duan Shiliu's popularity is not fading, and it is true that he is not lying.

Emperor Zhongcheng was anxious, and seeing him still kneeling there in a blink of an eye, he couldn't help feeling angry.

"What are you still doing in a daze? Why don't you hurry up and treat him! You can't even take care of a child. What's the use of spending so much money to train you!?"

Duan Twelve didn't feel bad either, he just waited for this sentence.

Immediately crawled over, poured internal energy into Xiaoliu's body, protecting his heart veins.

"How?" Emperor Zhong Cheng stared at him nervously.

"Visceral bleeding... a sign of dying."

Emperor Zhongcheng's pupils shrank suddenly, and he was suddenly furious: "Save him! If he dies, all of you Xuanwei will go and bury him with him!"

Duan Twelve remained silent, speeding up the transmission of internal force.

At this moment, quite a few people were already kneeling in front of the hall, and the imperial guards and the rest of the Xuanwei also arrived one after another when they heard the movement.

Seeing the miserable situation in front of them, they were all shocked.

Duan Fei stood in the front wearing a red dress, his expression embarrassed.

The Holy Majesty was attacked while being guarded by his subordinates. It was because of his incompetence in the secret guard camp that he was inevitably criticized.

He immediately knelt down: "Your Majesty, please punish me for being too late to save you!"

Emperor Zhongcheng stepped out with a threatening look, his eyes were tyrannical: "I will catch the assassin! Don't kill him, if I hurt Yunyue, I will make his life worse than death!"

All the members of the Forbidden Army below responded in unison, but they had different thoughts.

Secretly said that this sixteenth paragraph is really the heart of Long Live Lord.

How strange that Long Live Lord wants to avenge a slave even though he doesn't care about himself.

I don't know if I was fed a fan.soul.medicine.

Thinking so, he didn't dare to delay the business, so he dispersed immediately after getting the order, and went around to search for the assassin.

……

When Duan Yue woke up, there was a bright yellow gauze curtain above his head, a soft and luxurious dragon mattress under his body, a warm jade pillow on his neck, he was dressed in silk, and the tip of his nose was filled with ambergris.

I have never dared to expect such good treatment in my previous and present lives.

He blinked, thinking of something, suddenly sat up and screamed: "Your Majesty!"

"I am here."

A deep and dignified voice came from beside him.

Duan Yue froze for a moment, then turned his head.

A mature and handsome man is curled up on the footsteps, wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, majestic and profound.

Duan Yue was stunned for a long time: "Your Majesty?"

"It's me." Emperor Zhong Cheng naturally held his hand and wrapped it in his palm, "Don't be afraid, the assassin has already caught me, and I'm fine."

Duan Yue stared at the hand he was holding, feeling strange in his heart.

Wait a minute, he can't remember clearly, did His Majesty treat him so well in his previous life?

"You slept for three days and three nights, and my heart ached to death."

Emperor Zhongcheng raised his brows and eyes worriedly, stroked his cheek with a warm palm, and said in a tone as if coaxing a child:

"Yun Yue, don't be so reckless next time. I'd rather get hurt than you. If you're gone, how can I survive?"

Duan Yue was stunned by his touch, but he didn't react.

its not right!

Your Majesty dotes on him, but not to this extent!

What does it mean that he can't live after death? Why does this sound so strange?

Duan Yue felt uneasy, and hurriedly climbed down on the bed and kowtowed to plead guilty: "The servant deserves to die, but His Majesty is worried, the servant deserves to die!"

Emperor Zhong Cheng smiled lowly, wrapped his big arms around his waist, lifted the boy lightly, and hugged the boy into his arms, pamperingly scratching the tip of his nose with his fingertips.

"You can't die, you are my little heart, you want to stay by my side forever, huh?"

After finishing speaking, he kissed Duan Yue's white and tender cheek.

Duan Yue: "..."

Wait, maybe the rebirth posture is wrong, let him do it again.