When the man let go, she fell on the bed and gasped for breath. Her throat was dry. She covered her mouth and coughed.

Meng Zhian covers her injured chest and stands quietly beside the bed. Is her body so bad? However, these had nothing to do with him. Although they had known each other before, they had little contact with each other. Especially after she entered the palace, she never met again.

When the Chi family had an accident, he was still at the border, and the clan elder also warned him not to interfere in this matter. It's not surprising that even if he is willing to interfere, it's too late. More than 200 people were killed in the Chi family. Even she was killed in the cold palace.

Meng Zhian knew that she was weak and kind-hearted. In the palace of cannibalism, she may have died a long time ago.

But he didn't expect that he hit her by mistake, and even went into her bedroom. Is that fate? Think of this, the bottom of my heart across a strange feeling.

Su Kui perceives the difference in his eyes and moves his eyes quietly. Does the other side know her? But, carefully search for memory, there is no trace of his existence.

After coughing, her face became paler and she covered her mouth. She looked up slowly and looked at him carefully.

What kind of face is it under that mask?

"You --"

"bang! Open up! Open up

Su Kui's words just came out. Suddenly, the lights were bright outside the yard. She was stunned by the loud knock on the door. Suspicious side of the eyes looking at the man, there is a torch outside the hard photo, the man Xin long tall figure and the face under the mask sharp edges and corners will appear in front of him. Her eyes flashed, the man's thin lips tightened, and he glanced at her room in a hurry.

In addition to the empty, soft desk, wardrobe table, where can I hide people?

No time to think more.

Just thought for a moment, Su Kui made a quick decision, barefoot bed, holding the man's arm.

"You can't go out now, or you'll be caught," Su Kui said, chuckling. "Come with me."

Through the thin cloth, the slightly cool fingertip is clearly passed to his little arm. Meng Zhian's eyes are dim in the dim light, but he doesn't break away from her little hand. At that moment, he doesn't know how to believe her.

If she had exposed him when the group broke in, he would never have survived.

But at this moment, he believed, and had no doubt.

"Bang --"

the gate of the palace was kicked open roughly. The guards in the refined iron armor came in with swords and torches.

The first man raised his hand and said, "search!" I didn't put the fleeting fireflies in my eyes.

As soon as the voice fell, several Lin Wei with swords began to search around the room.

Liu Ying looked in his eyes and said in a hurry, "my Lord, you can't find anything in the cold palace. Our Lord is weak and can't be scared. You --"

"shut up! One more word, watch your head! "

The man is about 30 years old. He has square features and tall body. He looks upright. When he heard Liuying's words, he shouted in a cold voice. Immediately, Liuying was scared to cover his mouth and dare not open his mouth. He just looked into the inner room with worried eyes.

"PATA..."

The porcelain hit the ground and made a crisp sound. The man's eyes were slightly cold. He immediately stepped into the inner hall with a knife in his hand.

"No, my Lord!"

Seeing that he was about to break into the inner hall, Liuying was flustered.