V3.Chapter 56

Xiao Xiang struggled to sit up, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't support her heavy body. She said in a trembling voice, "brother Rong, even if I sit on the throne, we can be like this..."

"No, I won't. at that time, you were a king and I was a minister. How could you be like this?" Xiao Rong raised his head, gently stroked Xiao Xiang's cheek and said softly, "I like sister Xiang best, I like her best..."

Between his words, he lowered his head. Xiao Xiangmeng stared. She even wondered if she was in a nightmare. Xiao Rong kissed her lips and put her tongue into her mouth.

"Woo -" Xiao Xiang stayed for a while before reacting, and then began to struggle violently. Unfortunately, the ginger tea she just drank has been broken by cartilage. No matter how hard she struggles, for Xiao Rong, her resistance is like a kitten.

Xiao Rong couldn't push away the pressure on herself. Xiao Xiang was ashamed, angry and distressed. Dou's tears flowed down.

Xiao Rong finally let go of his red lips, blinked innocent eyes, wiped away the tears on Xiao Xiang's face, and asked, "why is sister Xiang crying?"

"You are my brother, I am your sister..." Xiao Xiang looked at Xiao Rong and shouted at the top of her voice.

"So what? My favorite is sister Xiang." Xiao Rong tilted his head and muttered, "in the past, there was a father, and the old guy always took charge of the East and the West. Now that he is dead, no one can take care of us anymore."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and slowly untied Xiao Xiang's buttons. His movements are neither urgent nor slow, and his expression is very calm. It seems that he is doing something ordinary.

"Are you crazy? We are brothers and sisters!" Xiao Xiang's head hummed and cried. Her eyes swept around from time to time. At this time, she hoped that someone could jump out to stop the crazy Xiao Rong, but no one jumped out to save her. Even the maids in the lobby had retreated silently.

"If brother Wang wants to be king now, let him do it. In the future, I will be a general and master the military power of the whole country. It's easy to kill him. At that time, I will be king and sister Xiang will be the princess. We can be aboveboard together!"

While talking, he had fully opened Xiao Xiang's clothes, then carefully lifted her neck, untied the rope buckle behind her neck, and slowly pulled off the belly pocket in front of her chest.

At this time, Xiao Xiang's upper body was completely white and plump. It appeared in front of Xiao Rong like two little rabbits. His eyes were straight and he couldn't help looking stunned for a moment.

Crazy! Xiao Rong is completely crazy! Xiao Xiang closed her eyes painfully, and her tears kept dripping to the ground. She had never thought she would be so frivolous, and the person who frivolously despised her was her own brother.

He stared at her milk, hissing for a long time.

He didn't do anything else. He just lay on Xiao Xiang and was obsessed with her. He sucked hard as if a starving baby were eating his mother's milk.

He whispered comfortably, then closed his eyes and lay on Xiao Xiang's chest, but his mouth still firmly contained Xiao Xiang's * * and the corners of his mouth rose, revealing a childlike smile.

On his face, there was no trace of filth, but only a strong sense of happiness.

His hand gently kneaded Xiao Xiang's other pepper milk, closed his eyes, and gently hummed a tune in his mouth, which was the tune Xiao Xiang often hummed when he coaxed him to sleep as a child.

Xiao Xiang opened her eyes and saw what he looked like. It was not until this time that she realized that Xiao Rong's feelings for herself were not the carnal desire between men and women, but more like taking herself as his mother.

As a prince, Xiao Rong had many more things than ordinary people when he was born, but he also lost many more things, such as family affection. The meaning of the word family affection to him only exists literally.

Father, who can only meet several times a year. Mother, who died very early, only exists in his memory. As for brothers and sisters, they either ignore him, ignore him, or bully him behind his back. The only thing that can make him feel the warmth is Xiao Xiang.

When he was young, he liked to be tired of being around Xiao Xiang, eating and living with her, bathing and playing games with her. But as he grew older, people were gradually bound by etiquette, and everything he could do as a child could no longer be done, which became a regret that Xiao Rong could never erase in his heart. But now the opportunity comes. Xiao Xuan is dead and the government and the public are in turmoil. As long as he can sit on the throne, the rites in the world will have no constraints on him. He can do whatever he wants and marry his favorite sister as his wife. Of course, he also knows that the crown will not fall on his head for no reason, which needs to be won by his own efforts, The first step is to support brother Wang to come to power and obtain military power by himself.

Normal people will never have the idea of marrying their own sister. Therefore, it can be said that Xiao Rong is psychopathic and distorted, but it can also be said that he is too naive and simple.

I'm afraid even he can't tell whether his feelings for Xiao Xiang are men's and women's feelings or family feelings. He just thinks that what he likes should be obtained by himself. If he likes sister Xiang, then sister Xiang should always stay with him and be his wife. It's a matter of heaven and earth.

At this time, looking at Xiao Rong lying on her body with her * * humming a minor, Xiao Xiang's heart suddenly tingled. For a moment, she was in a trance and had the illusion that she and Xiao Rong were back in childhood. At that time, Xiao Rong also liked to snuggle in her arms. Her immature pepper milk tickled her giggling.

"Brother Rong..." Xiao Xiang's lips slightly opened, and her voice was soft and trembling, calling Xiao Rong's name.

Just then, suddenly there was a loud noise outside the hospital. Looking at the gate of the ninth Prince's residence, it was forcibly knocked open from the outside. Then, a large number of soldiers poured in. The leader is general yuan Chuan, who wears a white helmet and white armor. Even the sword around his waist is wrapped with white satin. He is white all over. This Chuan Jiang is no one else. He is bu Ying, the supreme General of the state of Chuan, and what he brings is the Bu family army under his command.

Seeing that buying and a large number of soldiers suddenly rushed into the mansion, the servants and guards of the childe's mansion immediately welcomed them.

"Don't you allow me to rush into the ninth childe's residence? Get out!" A middle-aged man with the appearance of a housekeeper shouted at the soldiers of Bu Jiajun.

Bu Ying separated his soldiers, came out, arched his hands to the middle-aged man opposite and said, "I heard that the five princesses are here. My handsome is here to see the five princesses!"

"The fifth princess is having dinner with my childe. There is no guest. General Bu, please come back!" The middle-aged man knew Bouin and had a polite attitude towards him.

Buying frowned slightly. When he was thinking about what to do next, suddenly, a man rushed out behind the servants and the guards. The man was covered with blood and the spirit armor didn't know how many pieces it had broken. He screamed: "Xiao Rong wants to murder the princess, general buying, save the Princess..."

Before the man finished shouting, another man came from behind him and cut him on the back with a knife. Pop! This knife shook the fragments of the spirit armor behind him and flew away. With a dull hum, the man fell forward, lay on the ground and sprayed blood and water.

It's Xing Yuan, the princess's bodyguard! Buying was stunned for a moment before he recognized the man's identity. He took a breath, turned his eyes, and subconsciously looked at the middle-aged man opposite him. However, what he saw was a long sword stabbing at him.

Bu Ying is not a civil servant. He also has a good spiritual weapon. He reacts very quickly. His body looks to the other side. At the critical moment, he flashed the other party's killing move. Before the other party stops his sword and attacks again, he bumped forward with all his strength. He heard a bang. The middle-aged man opposite him held a long sword and leaned back for several steps.

"Rush in and rescue the princess. There is no amnesty for anyone who resists!" Confirming that the information was correct, Xiao Xiang was indeed in danger. Buying's eyes were red and shouted at the soldiers of the Buya army behind him.

With his order, the Bu family army roared up and down, and people took off their crossbow machines and launched a volley of fire at the family guards opposite.

The crossbow machine of Bu Jia army is completely imitated by the wind army. It is powerful and can shoot continuously. It is a sharp weapon in middle and close combat.

Although most of the servants and guardians in the childe's residence were spiritual practitioners, the gap in the number of people between the two sides was too large. Soon, dozens of servants and guardians died under the arrow array of Bu's army.

After shooting these servants to protect the hospital, Bu's army rushed in, and some soldiers also dragged Xing Yuan, who was seriously injured and fell to the ground, aside for first aid.

In front of the valiant regular army, the servants of the childe's residence, the guards of the courtyard and those spiritual practitioners secretly trained are too insignificant to compete with them. The soldiers of the Bu family army are as powerful as bamboo and kill directly in the courtyard outside the lobby at one go.

The dozens of the most capable spiritual practitioners under Xiao Rong are guarding outside the lobby, but compared with the thousands of soldiers opposite, they look too pitiful.

"Kill -" but in the face of so many soldiers, none of these spiritual practitioners escaped, but took the initiative to kill them.

"Shoot an arrow!" With the general of the Bu family army issuing the command, the arrows in the camp were fired in unison, and most of the spiritual practitioners who rushed over fell in an instant.

The rest of them were also wounded by arrows. They bit their teeth and rushed into the camp of Bu Jia army to carry out close combat with the surrounding soldiers.

No matter how powerful the spiritual cultivator is, he is a man, not a God. He can kill ten or a hundred enemies, but he can't kill a thousand or ten thousand enemies. Soon, the remaining spiritual cultivators were divided and surrounded by cloth Army soldiers, and then annihilated in the sea of people one by one.