Starting From Huashan Sword Slave, Signing For Ten Years

"You guy..." Looking at the sickly beautiful woman, Ye Qing showed some pity.

He took out a pill, round and white, and exuding a delicate fragrance.

Five-turn Zhenyuan Pill, the antidote holy medicine he got.

Of course, it has no effect on him anymore, the poison that can poison the hands of innate masters is far from being able to solve the five-turn Zhenyuan Pill.

And for Liu Wushuang, it couldn't be more suitable.

Putting the pill to her lips, Liu Wushuang subconsciously swallowed it in. Perplexed, he felt that Ye Qing was coming. Her weak and boneless hands were tightly gripping Ye Qing's sleeves.

Ye Qing thought for a while, sat down on her bed, and held her hand with his backhand.

Waiting quietly, his hand was held tightly by Liu Wushuang.

The Wuzhuan Zhenyuan Pill was quickly exerting its effect. She was sweating, her face was a little bit painful, and wisps of black air kept coming out of her pores.

These are the toxin gas of Wushouxun scattered, each wisp is enough to cause great trouble to the masters of the ranks.

Ye Qing spread out the palm of his right hand, and an air current vortex continuously sucked and condensed the poisonous gas until the last trace of toxin in Liu Wushuang's body was expelled.

He squeezed it lightly, and the group of poison gas weirdly decomposed and dissipated.

Liu Wushuang's condition improved and fell into a coma.

Ye Qing input a wave of mixed vitality to her to make up for the loss and heal the hidden wounds.

After a while, Liu Wushuang's face gradually became rosy, his slender eyelashes trembled slightly, he slowly opened his eyes and looked at Ye Qing.

Warm hands, tears in eyes.

She didn't say anything, she put her face on the back of Ye Qing's hand and rubbed it lightly, like an aggrieved kitten.

If she said that she considered him as the master at all costs before, it was out of interest, and she felt that the only person in the world could help her.

Perhaps one day when she achieves her wish, this relationship will slowly fade with her ambitions until she has the idea of ​​betrayal.

But now she was full of emotions in her heart, completely willing, and felt that becoming his servant was the luckiest choice in her life, and she was willing to pay her life in return.

...

The courtyard of Princess Wucheng's Mansion is deserted.

Although Liu Wushuang usually doesn't pay attention to pomp, but in recent years, with the expansion of his power, he has also raised hundreds of warriors under his hand.

Now that news of her poisoning spread, everyone fled without hesitation.

They are willing to follow Liu Wushuang because of her aptitude, prospects, and there is still a glimmer of hope. Even if she can't get on the chaotic dragon chair, they will definitely be among the strong in the future. Following her is not wronged.

But now... fools know that the royal family is starting to deal with Liu Wushuang, who dares to go against the sky?

There were only ordinary servants in twos and threes left in the courtyard, faintly expressing fear.

When a middle-aged man dressed as a scribe slowly stepped into the courtyard, the servants became more nervous and dared not stop him.

Li Yong solemnly held a dark yellow scroll with one hand, and after holding the other hand, he scanned the courtyard, revealing a look of emotion.

"The trees fell down and scattered, sad and sigh... but they are very clever.

"It's important for a person to have self-knowledge and to follow the trend, not to try to shake the tree!

"Your greatest fortune is not being born in the royal family, but God has given you an unparalleled talent! Sword Eye... Envy others, your majesty still thinks that your talent is not easy, and you don't want you to marry a barbarian, or else you will end. It will be more miserable than death."

Li Yong said to himself.

If he had Liu Wushuang's sword eyes, he wouldn't have been shackling the lower ranks for more than ten years. In the end, he could only saddle the big prince and try to gain a breakthrough with the power of the dragon.

The power of the royal family lies in the vast mountains and rivers, and the resources are inexhaustible. As long as the overall situation is certain, the prince Liu Mingzhi will naturally give back to him many rare panacea.

Thinking of this, Li Yong's eyes were hot.

Soon! Liu Wushuang has been abandoned, and the remaining princes are unbearable. The gift of the spiritual deed is intended to make Liu Wushuang surrender to Liu Mingzhi and become his left arm and right arm.

Even more, everyone's guess was confirmed. It was already a certainty that the eldest prince Liu Mingzhi became the prince.

He stepped into the garden step by step and came to the small courtyard where the noble princess lived.

The door was open, and Li Yong frowned when he entered the room.

Sitting on the bedside was a young man in black clothes who was out of dust, clutching Liu Wushuang's hand with one hand.

Look at Liu Wushuang again, his complexion is ruddy, there is no poisoned decadence, and his face is full of sweetness and joy.

Just snuggle the young man's arm with the docile kitten.

The moment he turned around, Li Yong's face changed slightly, and the worry-free soul of Liu Wushuang was removed?

He looked at Shang Ye Qing's faint eyes.

"Who are you!" Li Yong held the sword hilt around his waist with sharp eyes.

All Liu Wushuang's hole cards were found out clearly by him, and even the master of Feiyan Pavilion, Yan Qiwu, sent someone to surrender to Liu Mingzhi an hour ago.

She has nothing!

But the young man in front of him was outside the intelligence.

He faintly felt a sense of crisis, but when he felt it carefully, the sense of crisis no longer existed, as if he was just scaring himself.

Liu Wushuang raised his head high, with a touch of pride and pride on his face, looking at Li Yong.

"Me?" Ye Qing smiled like wind and thought for a while, "I am her master."

"..."

In an instant, Li Yong's eyes widened.

Owner?

Looking at Liu Wushuang again, he looked like he took it for granted, nodding his head, and smiling: "Yes, this is my master."

Then Li Yong was so shocked that he couldn't help but exclaimed, "You are crazy!"

No matter how humble and weak Liu Wushuang is, that is also a princess of the Han Dynasty. Does anyone dare to let her be a slave?

This involves the face of the royal family! All over the world~www.NovelMTL.com~Who dares to do this?

The Sun Moon Palace did not dare, and even the ten major factions such as Ruthless Palace did not dare.

If this spreads out, this young man will definitely be delayed.

And Liu Wushuang...No matter how talented, Yuan Emperor could not be half distracted.

"You have a good thing." Ye Qing glanced at Li Yong's left hand, solemnly holding the scroll.

This thing is quite strange, at least Ye Qing felt a strong innate aura.

Although I don't understand the purpose of this thing, it must have been written by innate masters, but it should be an item that has been hundreds of years old, and it contains a bit of a breath of time.

Li Yong drew his sword silently, "Who is your Excellency!"

To be as indifferently as a mountain in front of a heavenly rank, only possible to be a heavenly rank.

"You don't deserve to know my name." Ye Qing responded.

He showed his original appearance at this time.

Of course, no one in the world would recognize a small Huashan Sword Slave, who was also a Huashan disciple, and he might not recognize him.

"Arrogant!"

Li Yong squinted his eyes slightly. Just as the sword was lifted, he suddenly felt the air sticky. He felt as if he had fallen into the weight of a mire, and his whole body was extremely heavy.

Suddenly, the sense of crisis spread throughout the body, and a chill rushed from the soles of the feet to the sky.

Weird! This person definitely has the strength to crush him.

Ye Qing slowly raised his hand, his index finger moved a little forward, a touch of pale white like a jade sword gang lifted as light as heavier, approaching Li Yong one centimeter by one centimeter.

The speed was extremely slow, but Li Yong was already unable to move, watching Jian Gang approaching, unable to make any response.

The famous sword in his hand, Kunshan, is invincible.

This was rewarded by the great prince not long ago, but at the moment Jiangang faced the sword tip of Kunshan, the indestructible sword of the heavenly ranks turned into silver powder and fell to the ground.