Chapter 830

"I will go to the other three kingdoms, but now I have no power, and I will be in a lot of difficulties." Murong nishang drooped her eyes. She straightened her clothes and stared at Song Ningyu's shoes stained with a trace of goose yellow petals.

Gong Zilin raised his eyebrows and said in a deep voice, "you connived at the regent to seize power for seven years, but now you know he wants to seize power and seek a throne. It's too useless for you to be the emperor?"

The little doctor nodded heavily, looked contemptuous and said, "my brother-in-law is right. He has been running wild on your territory for so long. How can you know now? Even if you know, why are you willing to be killed by him? I tell you, you should kick him off the throne first and then hang him at the gate of the city with a whip every day!"

Murong nishang murmured softly, "I... if he wants, I will let her go easily!"

Song Ningyu hates iron and doesn't become gang. She patted the little medical Fairy on the shoulder and sympathized on her face: "I'll release the news that you're alive. When you see those people sent by the regent to kill you, maybe you won't think so!"

The Regent king is different from King Jingfeng. One is disillusionment, and the other is never satisfied. He doesn't know what he wants, so he mistakenly chases the firefly light as moonlight again and again.

The little doctor pulled Murong nishang to stand up, cold a medicine bottle into her hand, and said coldly, "when you meet that kind of man, you will sprinkle this bottle of medicine powder. I promise that he will die happily without a cup of tea!"

Murong nishang shook his hand holding the medicine bottle and murmured timidly, "I... I can't use it."

"I don't think you dare to use it? Since you can't kill people, you'll wait to be killed. Without the iron and blood regent, you'll have to do everything by yourself in the future. Since you dare not, you might as well put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha!" Yunshui rarely kindly reminds a person.

In Song Ningyu's eyes, transporting water is the kind of person who has to spend money on everything!

Song Ningyu calculated that it was time to go to the Eastern imperial city. These things will begin to end soon.

After dinner, song Ningyu took water, Murong nishang and Qinglian driving a carriage to the imperial city of the Eastern Emperor. The four countries have divided up the northern region, each occupying one as the king. For thousands of years, they have abided by a rule. They have not met each other, and no one has persuaded anyone.

The carriage went all the way East, through the mountains, and the sound of the rotation of the axle of the carriage was particularly clear.

The sun came in from the outside of the car. Murong nishang sat gracefully and upright, his small face wrinkled, staring at the cauldron with the fragrance of flowers on the small Duobao Pavilion.

Yun Shui sat in the carriage and reported to song Ningyu all kinds of situations in the imperial city of the Eastern Emperor.

The East imperial city now ranks second in the northern region. The biggest influence in the imperial city is the storm gate. However, the storm gate is closed all year round. Although the disciples in the gate are first-class and good, they have no influence on the outside world because they are closed. Although they have strength, they have no wild heart.

The storm door is often overlooked.

Yunshui looked lazy and sat in the carriage. The sun broke down from the trees on both sides. The cold light of the sword passed Yunshui's face. Lianqing outside the door suddenly stopped the carriage!

Murong nishang looked out in horror, blinked her long eyelashes and stretched her neck to see the outside: "sister, is something wrong!"

Song Ningyu handed the falling flower sword of the sailor to Murong nishang with a rigorous face and said in a deep voice, "this sword is for you. It can be used to protect yourself when necessary!"

Murong nishang looked at Song Ningyu in disbelief and murmured, "I... we've only been away for a long time!" how could we chase him so quickly!

Yun Shui and Lian Qing have already met up with a sword. Song Ningyu gets off the carriage with Murong nishang. Lian Qing cuts off a black robed man's arm with a sword, and the blood sprays straight on Murong nishang's face. Song Ningyu pulls Murong nishang, who is frozen in place and hides.

As soon as they saw Murong nishang turning around, they retreated. All the people on the ground disappeared except for a spare arm.

The wind passed through the woods and made a rustling sound. Murong nishang leaned against song Ningyu and stared at the blood on the ground. She was almost unstable. Her face became pale, her fists were tightly clenched, staring at the mottled red blood on the ground, and her body trembled constantly.

It was not easy to grow white and have some meat. Song Ningyu vaguely felt that the child was still growing taller. Being stirred by these people, he immediately felt that the child should be thin again.

Carrying water dragged Murong nishang in Song Ning Yu's arms onto the car. Lian Qing dug a hole on one side, buried the thick arm in the pile of soil, and then drove the carriage quietly towards the mountain forest.

Murong nishang stared at the setting sun that was gradually sinking to the West. She pulled song Ningyu's clothes uneasily and whispered timidly, "sister, will they come to kill me when it's dark?"

Yunshui picked his eyebrows and answered quickly: "yes!"

Murong nishang's face turned white and then asked, "will they see me when it's dark?"

"Yes, and if you see some blood again, you can't walk. Let alone go to the Eastern Emperor's Imperial City, you can't get out of the deep mountains and forests. It's a problem!" Yun Shui looked at Murong nishang coldly, with a full mockery in his tone.

Song Ningyu let Murong nishang shrink in her arms. When she first saw Murong nishang, she knew that even though she saw everything through, her eyes still maintained that goodness and purity. She didn't remember when she was afraid of the blood and resentment.

When a person is used to it, everything will become a matter of course.

The wind screamed from both sides of the carriage. The night was like a ghost face, which scared Murong nishang to sleep and eat. She shrank in Song Ningyu's arms and trembled constantly.

At this moment, song Ningyu suddenly understood why Murong nishang didn't sit on the throne for a long time, because she had no opinion and was extremely afraid of those cruel things.

The softer a person is, the more he will hate those cruel techniques and cruel words. Murong nishang was once well protected by the Regent, held in the palm of his hand, and everyone surrendered to her feet. Therefore, she is ignorant but proud.

Yun Shui snorted coldly and roared at Murong nishang, who was huddled in Song Ningyu's arms: "what are you afraid of? You think you won't kill you if you're afraid of others? At least you're also an emperor and lose the face of the royal family! With an emperor like you, your western country will really see a ghost if you can get better!"

Murong nishang bit her lip and sat up from Song Ningyu's arms. Her hand still tightly grasped the falling flower sword in Murong nishang's hand. Song Ningyu looked at the falling flower sword and said suspiciously, "I remember the blue water sword in Feng's hand. Is this your falling flower?"