[Comprehensive film and television] The daily life of the male god

An Zixuan looked at Wang Zhao and stared at her fiercely like a sharp sword. She suddenly felt a chill down her back, and then saw him flying down from the tree like an arrow leaving the string.

Under the moonlight, the blood-stained knife was darker than the night. The blade cut through the air and made a clanging sound, like the summoning bell of the messenger of hell. An Zixuan was too late to hide, but felt the huge shadow on her head carry The sound of howling wind hit his head and covered his face, and when he raised his eyes again, Wang Zhao's blood-stained face was already close in front of him.

An Zixuan's legs were trembling, and only then did she think of raising her hand to touch the backpack, but she was stupid before reaching her back.

She didn't bring a backpack!

When she fell from the sky, the backpack was indeed still there, and it was gone when she woke up again, but at that time she was anxious to fill her stomach, so she didn't pay attention. Later, she was injured and fainted, and she was immersed in being beaten to level four every day. In the midst of the pain of disability and solving food and clothing, where can I still care about the backpack?At this time, I only remembered it at a very close time, but it is useful to think about it now!

what to do?what to do?An Zixuan's eyes rolled wildly, while she stepped back quickly, while frantically looking for a place to escape, she caught sight of the terrifying mask.

The man in front of him was full of grief and indignation, like a swan goose flying to the south who was abandoned by his companions. On the bloody metal mask, a deep knife mark was shocking. It was cut into two halves, enough to imagine how thrilling the battle this person had been through before.

Due to extreme anger and grief, Wang Zhao didn't see clearly that the person was the woman who blocked the sword for him during the Nuo ceremony.

The moment she saw him clearly, her pupils dilated and she was terrified, but when he was about to strike with a knife, she looked directly at his masked half face, feeling pity and ecstasy, those eyes reflecting the moonlight However, there were infinitely complex emotions in his eyes, which made him hesitate slightly.

It's now!

An Zixuan was overjoyed, abruptly stopped her back steps, and waved her hand, Wang Zhao felt a cold wind blowing over his face, the roots of his hair were strangled slightly, and his eyes suddenly brightened.

mask!

An Zixuan watched the moment Wang Zhao realized that he had lost his mask, she turned her head away in panic and covered the scar on her left eye with her hand, then kicked him in the air, taking advantage of Wang Zhao's up and down care, Ignoring the upper and lower, he ran back to Zhanxingtai in a hurry.

Panting, An Zixuan hid in the library in the attic of Zhanxingtai, while wiping her sweat, she looked out through the gap in the bookshelf with lingering fear.

Is this guy crazy?Kill everyone you see, chop everyone up, is this a human being?This is the devil, right?Demons don't kill innocents randomly, okay?

An Zixuan congratulated herself for being witty, and at the same time thought to herself that the kick just now was steady, precise and ruthless, and she kicked off the ball with an absolute big kick and went straight into the goal.

But is he all right?

You won't be kicked to death by yourself, right?

An Zixuan frowned and bit her finger, what if he is really useless?No matter how unfavored he is, he is still a prince, what happens when he kicks the useless prince...

Beheading at Meridian Gate?Cut in half?Ling Chi execution?

It can't be so miserable!

Just as An Zixuan was thinking about her tragic death, a hand suddenly touched her shoulder.

"what--"

"what--"

An Zixuan was so frightened that she yelled and heard a loud yell from behind at the same time, and she was so angry that her dantian showed no restraint in one go, and she had a tendency to overwhelm her.

Well, probably not the fourth prince.

An Zixuan breathed a sigh of relief, as long as it wasn't Wang Zhao, everything would be fine.

The person behind him finally stopped laughing, grabbed An Zixuan by the sleeve and dragged her out from behind the bookcase. Before An Zixuan got up from the ground, he saw a magnified face with baby fat.

"Ah! That's right!" The white, fat and kawaii boy exclaimed, "Aren't you the one who saved fourth brother at the Nuo ceremony that day?"

Speaking of which, the kid jumped three feet high, and dragged Cui Zhimeng, who was concentrating on studying flying wings, from the top of the attic. Combat is like a matchless hero!"

"What?"

An Zixuan and the second monk Zhang Zhang were puzzled, fighting side by side?

couple?

Little brother, which eye of yours sees me fighting side by side?I was obviously beaten up all over my body, okay?

"Ah, it's so handsome." The tenth prince, Wang Yin, gestured in the air with his hands and feet, and scratched his head as if thinking of something suddenly: "However, when I came here just now, I saw fourth brother, fourth brother It seems that I have suffered a serious injury, and I can't straighten my back."

An Zixuan's whole body trembled, her waist...was unable to straighten her back?

really serious?

what to do?Will the imperial decree come down tomorrow?Are you going to be dragged to beheaded!

This idea has been in her mind since that night, even dreaming that she was dragged to the vegetable market in shackles for execution, Cui Zhimeng felt that something was wrong, this girl hadn't yelled that she was hungry for several days.

How can she still think about the issue of food and clothing? Life is the most important thing!

Even while recovering from her injuries, she quietly formulated a plan to escape from the palace. The floor plan of the palace was vivid, and even where there was a dog hole was clearly marked.

When the moon was dark and the wind was high, during the murder and arson, An Zixuan, who had recovered from her injuries, quietly took the blueprint, and took advantage of Cui Zhimeng, who had been fighting on the rooftop for several nights, sleeping like a dead pig, and sneaked down the Zhanxing Terrace.

Finally able to escape from this place full of nightmares, An Zixuan was wearing a cloak and hat, hiding in the shadow of the attic, rushing downstairs in three steps at a time, wishing she could grow wings and fly directly.

One floor...two floors...fifth floor...for some reason, the time seems to be extremely long. In the past, the nine-story Zhanxing Terrace could reach the end in less than 3 minutes, but today An Zixuan feels that a century has passed .

An Zixuan was the only one on the stairs. Although she tried to keep her footsteps light, she could still clearly hear the dull creaking sound of herself stepping on the wooden steps in such a quiet environment. The dim light of the oil lamp cast her shadow On the stairs, it looked particularly creepy, An Zixuan rubbed the cold sweat on her hands, calmed her breath, and when she was about to continue going downstairs, she found a black shadow at the corner downstairs.

An Zixuan's heart jumped wildly, she turned around and ran back, but a powerful big hand held her shoulder tightly.

Then she heard a voice as cold as ice behind her: "Bring it."

The author has something to say:

I finally came back. My eyes became inflamed after the holiday, and the pain was severe. I coded a chapter for several days. I’m really sorry.

My eyes are not completely healed yet. My mother banned electronic products, so I can only code words secretly. The next update should be the day after tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, okay?