Chapter 139 According to the charges?
Behind him, Ba frowned, walked forward and followed Tao Feike's actions, turning the man over and then pulling out the dagger.
Tao Feike looked at the person and wanted to stop him: "Wait a minute."
But this person moved too quickly and completed the whole set.
Tao Feike scolded, "You are the chief guard, and I am His Majesty's guard. His Majesty is above the chief, so you are behind me."
"How dare you bypass us? Stand back now!"
Tomoe rolled his eyes, sheathing his dagger and standing back, his eyes constantly scanning the room.
Quickly, he locked the window. "The assassin is running out of the palace. It's a woman. She has the same power as the person on the bed."
Tao Feike didn't take his words seriously. "What nonsense are you talking about? There's no one here. Go away."
Ba turned around and left from there.
Tao Feike cried out "Hey" and wanted to call for help, but then he remembered that the young man was in charge and finally gave up trying to stop him.
…
Tu Xing woke up in a state of chaos, with a cloud-like feeling all around him.
With my eyes open, I feel like I'm still dreaming.
He actually knew that the Demon Sealing Bottle would be used, but he thought it was for the Sultan, and was thinking of fighting head-on with it in order to snatch it away.
Tu Xing's eyes rolled, his expression half curious and half solemn, trying to float in this environment.
It's like swimming in a cloud of water. I reach up to the top, trace the shape of the cork, and push hard.
But the force that was fed back did not move at all.
Tu Xing picked up the magic blade, whispered the sharp spell, and immediately stabbed it upwards after it took shape!
In an instant, instead of chiseling it open, there was a strong recoil!
The young man fell to the ground like a falling object. The airflow felt much softer than the others, and he did not feel any hard wall.
Tu Xing frowned and looked upwards. It didn't hurt, but it was this force...
He looked down at the demon blade, a thought flashing in his eyes, "Will any attack rebound?"
I ran through all the spells in my mind, but gave up helplessly. There was nothing else to try.
Put your hands on your brows, concentrate and try to drive the divine power.
He floated upwards, reaching the bottom of the cork again and touching it with his entire palm.
However, it seemed to be in vain, with no response at all.
Just when he was feeling discouraged, he suddenly heard some more sounds and images, and his eyes lit up as he carefully distinguished them.
This is... the perspective of the yarn cotton ball.
There was only one person, and considering who was holding the Demon Sealing Bottle at the moment, it was obviously Xue Rui.
He was running, dodging the wall in two steps, fast and sharp.
Just as he was about to rush to the next corner, something strange happened!
A dagger was thrown without any warning!
Tu Xing closed his eyes, and with a "swish" sound, the sharp weapon pierced through flesh and blood.
The perspective staggered, accompanied by a cry of pain.
The scene suddenly spun around, and he asked in shock and anger, "Who are you? How did you catch up with me?"
Tu Xing found that he could see more clearly when he closed his eyes, so he just kept them closed, with both hands pressed against the bottom of the bottle cork.
In the shadows, a figure walked over the wall. He was wearing the most common servant's attire, with an ordinary face and sharp eyes.
Tu Xing felt relieved, yes!
The man didn't answer the question, his eyes fixed on the other man's hand. "Give me the bottle and I'll let you go."
Xue Rui endured the severe pain and suddenly smiled, "You want this?"
As soon as she finished speaking, she threw it directly into the distance.
Ba also threw, and with a "clang" sound, the two objects collided and fell.
The woman was surprised by this, and when she saw clearly what was thrown to her, her face was filled with shock.
——It was actually a severed hand? !
The palm of his hand that rolled to the ground immediately turned over and stood up, holding the bottle tightly and walking back.
Xue Rui was horrified: "No, that's not right, you are not from this land! What is your relationship with Cyril?!"
The one who answered her was Ba running towards her.
The woman turned and ran, trying to pull out the dagger with her backhand. Only then did she vaguely feel the patterns on it. Her face changed drastically, "The Sultan's dagger?!"
After running about ten steps, the injury became more serious and the blood flowed on the ground, almost like a mark on the route, so I had to stop.
Relying on her familiarity with the terrain, she dodged into the corner when turning.
The scene that Tu Xing could see became dim, and after three or two seconds, the light would occasionally brighten up.
The woman cursed under her breath: "F*ck, you actually pulled that dagger out in such a short time!"
"Unfortunately, the Sultan's wounds have begun to heal, so my golden lines can only grow so far."
At this moment, Tu Xing suddenly saw the ground cracking, and his eyebrows raised.
The first thing that comes to mind is the thorns in Castle Black.
The next second, white and yellow joints stretched out and the soil turned over.
In a short while, three or four skulls appeared on the ground, surrounding Xue Rui?!
One of them rolled his jaw, "Xue Rui, why didn't you come to me first after you got the things?"
The voice that came out was Celilda.
Xue Rui's expression turned extremely bad, and her eyes moved rapidly: "Someone is chasing me, and I have no idea where to go."
The skulls all turned around and searched, and finally looked back in the same direction.
"Is that the guard's uniform?"
Xue Rui's eyes flickered: "Yes, sir."
Skull: "Go back, I'm in the Sultan's bedroom."
…
In the bedroom, a three-lamp candle burned in broad daylight, the flame flickering.
Two skeleton soldiers pushed the man to the ground, and he rolled and stopped, revealing his front.
Only the eyes and nose were exposed on Ba's face. From the mouth to the entire upper body, it was covered with a layer of green glue seaweed-like skin, and his hands were restrained behind his back.
Celilda looked at the Sultan twice and remained silent.
Sultan was already awake, sitting on the bed. There was a big bloody hole in his chest, which was slowly recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.
A group of guards were standing by, hunched over, not daring to breathe.
Xue Rui presented the Demon Sealing Bottle with both hands, stared at it intently, and made a whimpering sound.
The Sultan glanced over, his eyes moved around and then stopped staring at the bottle.
Celilda took it, put it in her robe pocket, and stared at Ba coldly:
"Who are you, little thief? You dare to steal my things? You must be tired of living!"
The Sultan's attitude was somewhere between unfriendly and indifferent. "You mean a thief broke in last night and stabbed me?"
A skull came from behind, holding a dagger in both hands.
Celilda picked it up and didn't respond directly, but smiled:
"Look at you. Ordinary weapons can't hurt you. This dagger has made big holes in you twice this year. You'd better leave it with me."
Sultan raised his eyes, looked at her for a few seconds, and then looked at Xue Rui, whose half body was covered with golden patterns.
"What's going on with this maid? And what's going on with me? It should be obvious."
"Where is Cyril again? Did they capture a guard who saved the Lord? Is that a crime?"
Celilda turned away, took a deep breath, and then turned back.
"You should have had a premonition."
"You and I both remember what happened when I was seriously ill. There's no need to put the blame on my subordinates."
"It's perfectly normal for a king to grow up wanting to have absolute power."
Celilda's expression was exaggeratedly fierce: "But I have to warn you."
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