Quick Transmigration: I Become Prince Charming

His leader was spoiled and superior since he was a child. But how can he bear to speak ill of the leader and try to take him back to live a life of idleness?

"If you step back, you should not see what happened today, and that's all."

Ji Rao

He pulled down Song Qing's sleeve. "Forget it, let's get out of here. Otherwise, it will not be good when the people from feihuazhai come. "

Banquet court staring at the Song Qing Road, "bully too much."

"Go." Ji Rao said in a low voice, holding Song Qing's shoulder, they jumped down together.

"Stop!" The banquet court ran to the window and followed it without hesitation.

"Court!" The man "Hi ah" a, afraid of what really happened to the banquet court, quickly followed up.

In fact, the martial arts of Yanting are higher than those of Song Qing, and so are the lightness skills.

Ji Rao Yu Guang saw a flash of light, his eyes cold, a pull across the Song Qing, hands of the fine thread entangled in the banquet court of the sword to the side of a pull.

"Who the hell are you?" The banquet court stares at Ji Rao, and his eyes are like a wolf.

"Young master, this is funny. We have no injustice and no hatred. You should have been chasing us for such a long time, right?"

"Don't talk nonsense! If you don't say anything today, just stay here. " Then the young man rushed to jirao.

It was resisted by a sword of song and Qing Dynasty, and they fought together.

Ji Rao just wanted to help, but suddenly there was a sound of breaking the air in his ear. Ji Rao crossed his hands, and the red silk twisted the sword of the banquet court. The sword could not enter half a minute.

The young people over there are not as good at martial arts as the song and Qing Dynasties. Song Qing clapped them with one hand, thrust a sword into the young man's shoulder, then kicked them away, and rushed to jirao.

Jirao's red silk locks the throat of the banquet court, and the sword of the banquet court is against Ji Rao's heart. The two sides are deadlocked and no one moves.

The sword of song and Qing Dynasty should be stabbed into the banquet court from the back.

Ji Rao's pupils shrank. In fact, he didn't think about anything at that moment. He just felt that the banquet court should not die like this. If it was because of his relationship

"Lord!"

Ji Rao turned over and kicked the sword of the banquet court, then rushed to push it away.

Song and Qing stopped in a hurry, but still did not stop the sword, and made a cut in Ji Rao's chest.

"Lord!" Song Qing took Ji Rao into his arms and put out his hand to cover his wound. "Is it OK? Is the master all right? "

Ji Rao took Song Qing's hand and gritted her teeth and said, "go back."

The banquet Court seems to be stunned. He looks at Ji Rao's masked face and asks in a loud voice, "what do you call him?"

Song Qing ignored him and took Ji Rao away.

The banquet court wants to follow up, but suddenly a thing is thrown out from the other end. The thing bursts in the air, and the smoke shrouds the pace of the banquet court.

When the smoke is gone, where are the two people.

"Court Cough, cough. "

Under the pressure of the banquet court, the desire to chase the past quickly came to the youth, "is everything ok?"

"It's OK." The young man coughed twice, "the wound is not deep. It's you... " He looked at the banquet court's eyes, and said, "do you know who it was just now?"

The banquet court's meal for a while, and then closed the eyebrows, "I don't know."

"Just now that man is called" the Lord ". How many people can be called the leader?" The young man said with a wry smile, "I feel a little strange from just now on. Jirao, the leader of the demon sect, wears red robes all year round and uses red silk as a weapon. He is not weak in martial arts. I was afraid that you would suffer losses. I wanted you to hold them down first and then send someone to come I didn't expect you to jump directly with me. "

"It's my thoughtlessness."