Quick Transmigration: I Become Prince Charming

"Who are you?"

"It's a demon cult!"

"People of the demon sect!"

The banquet court suddenly turned around and saw several men in black standing on the beam. The man in black in the middle didn't hold Ji Rao.

Ji Rao seems to have recovered some consciousness, against the ear of the man in black, as if talking.

The man in black, who was a little stronger next to him, looked at the banquet court, and his eyes were almost going to get angry. "The banquet court, you cheated my master's account, and sooner or later you will pay it back."

There were several corpses lying in all directions under him. Among them, the most conspicuous ones were several people who were almost dismembered. The banquet court recognized that they were several people who had lynched Ji Rao before.

The fire behind the banquet hall was burning more and more. The temperature seemed to penetrate the air and directly burned to him, burning his reason. He was looking at them with a look of hatred, "jirao, you're deceiving people too much!"

Song Qing looked at the banquet court with a venomous look like a poisonous snake, but he was born to suppress the impulse to kill people. "Don't say it. It's hard to guarantee that no one else will come. Take advantage of them to block the city gate and take the leader out safely."

Black bell almost bit a bite of teeth, "if it was not for the leader's command not to move the flying flower studio, I would certainly have stepped down here with my own hands."

Seeing that the man in black was going to leave, the banquet court pulled out his sword, and a transport force rushed up, crying and crying, "return my father and mother's life!"

Song Qing's eyes were sharp, and he gave Ji Rao to Heiling, "take the leader away!"

The disciples of feihuazhai also responded, and were entangled with the immediately demon sect disciples.

After fighting, song Qingcai found out how difficult the banquet court was. At this time, the banquet court almost had no sense. It was rude with a sword, and it was very powerful.

Ji Rao clung to black bell's clothes, always paying attention to Song Qing, "don't fight with him, Song Qing!"

One of the banquet court heard him speak, and his anger was rising. He kicked Song Qing out of his chest and rushed straight to jirao.

Song Qing covered his chest, looked up and saw that the cold sweat was coming down. He hissed and yelled, "get out of the way!"

As soon as Heiling opened a feihuazhai disciple, she turned around and saw that the sword of the banquet court was close at hand. At that time, she had no time to think about anything, but roared, "master."

Blood splashed everywhere.

Ji Rao is in Heiling's arms, staring at the sword tip which is dyed red and only one foot away from Heiling. The warm blood splashes on jirao's face. Everything seems so unreal.

At the critical moment, Heiling turned around and accepted the sword for Ji Rao.

"Black bell!" Song Qing came up with a sword and chopped it on the banquet court. The reflex wave of the banquet court blocked it. Song Qing used 10% of his strength to force the banquet court to retreat and land on the ground.

"Black bell..."

Black bell kneels on the beam, Ji Rao looks at his wound, stupefied don't know how to do.

"Master..." Black bell barely pulled up the corner of her mouth and laughed, "I I always feel very sad. I can't compare with Song Qing. From small to big, I always can't protect you. "

"No..." Ji Rao's eyes filled with mist, he glared at the black bell, "No."

He reached out to cover the black bell's wound, but the blood still flowed more and more, "what to do, what to do, is there anyone to help him Song Qing, Song Qing, help him

"Don't cry, master..."

Black bell's eyes gradually emptied. He remembered the first time that his father led him to the front of the former leader, and his father grabbed his ear and yelled.

"This is the Lord, this is the young master. In the future, you should follow the young master and protect him with your life. Do you listen? "

Black bell stupidly looked at a young man in red. At that time, jirao was exquisite like a porcelain doll, and her head was slightly raised with pride. It was so deeply engraved in the heart of Heiling, along with that sentence.

Follow the little Lord and protect him with your life.

"I will You are well protected. "