773 In danger, the rag doll Feng Qingchen

The Ninth Prince was waiting for an opportunity to rescue Feng Qingchen from Shadow. Shadow was also waiting for the Ninth Prince to take action and then capture the Ninth Prince alive in one fell swoop.

The two men used Feng Qingchen as a link, each with their own ulterior motives, and were both plotting to take the other's life. Seeing that the Ninth Emperor Uncle did not move for a long time, Shadow looked past Feng Qingchen and looked at the Ninth Emperor Uncle: "Dong Lingjiu, as long as we can capture you alive, it doesn't matter who does it. Compared with the Ninth Emperor Uncle, I am nothing but a shadow."

No one can see Shadow's appearance, but the cold aura around him makes people dare not underestimate him.

"Many people want to capture me alive, but unfortunately no one has succeeded so far." The Ninth Prince also jumped over Feng Qingchen and stared at the shadow. He had to shift his attention away from Feng Qingchen, otherwise he would cause chaos.

"No one can succeed. I like challenging difficult problems the most. Dong Lingjiu, are you going to surrender or wait for me to kill her and then deal with you." Shadow raised his hand and lifted Feng Qingchen higher, bringing her in front of the Ninth Prince. In order to stimulate the Ninth Prince, Shadow even shook it a few times on purpose.

The Ninth Prince's eyes flashed, and he turned away, not looking at Feng Qingchen, but staring at the shadow: "You can try, if you kill her, I will make sure that the entire Xiling is buried with her."

Anyone can make threats, but the Ninth Prince and Shadow both understood that they were not threatening each other, but would really do it. A fierce look flashed in Shadow's eyes, and the grip on Feng Qingchen's neck tightened again.

"Hmm." Feng Qingchen felt suffocated and discovered that her brain was lacking oxygen. She was about to fall into a coma. She didn't want to scream out in fear, but she couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.

The Ninth Prince's eyelids moved slightly, a very subtle movement, but it did not escape Shadow's eyes.

Humph... Shadow sneered twice and increased the strength in his hands again. This time Feng Qingchen couldn't bear it anymore and stuck out his tongue, and the hand holding the gun had no strength left.

Feng Qingchen had always wanted to shoot at Shadow, or throw the gun into the hands of the Ninth Prince, but her hands were powerless. She had already exhausted all her strength to hold the gun. With Shadow's force, Feng Qingchen finally couldn't hold on any longer. Her hands loosened and the gun fell to the ground.

"Snap..." The Ninth Prince and the shadow moved at the same time. The Ninth Prince was one step faster than the shadow and reached out to grab it, but the shadow exerted force again the moment the Ninth Prince grasped the gun. Feng Qingchen could not bear it and cried out in pain again.

asshole!

The Ninth Prince knew that this was a threat from the other party. If he picked up the gun on the ground, the other party would take Feng Qingchen's life as soon as possible.

He knew what the other party had done, so he retreated!

The Ninth Prince let go of the gun and took a step back. Shadow picked up the gun, held it in his hand, and arrogantly turned it around in front of the Ninth Prince. After fiddling with it for a long time, he still had no idea how to use it.

Feng Qingchen was almost rolling her eyes at this time. She had no energy to care about what would happen if Shadow got the gun.

Shadow fiddled with it for a while, and pointed the black barrel of the gun at himself several times. The Ninth Prince's eyes were grim. Although he hoped that the other party could injure him with the shot, the Ninth Prince would not put all his hopes on such an unlikely event.

The Ninth Prince was still waiting, waiting for the opportunity to rescue Feng Qingchen. Given Feng Qingchen's current situation, he wouldn't be able to survive for even an incense stick. If he hadn't threatened the other party with Xiling, Shadow would not have shown mercy to Feng Qingchen.

Although Shadow was not an expert at using mechanisms, he had been in the battlefield for many years. After fiddling with it for a long time, he actually managed to fire a shot.

Bang... The bullet shot out and hit the grass under the Ninth Prince's feet, removing a layer of the grass. The smell of gunpowder spread. Shadow's eyes lit up: "No wonder it can hurt my disciple, it is really a good thing."

Seeing something good, of course he wanted to take it for himself. Shadow aimed at the Ninth Uncle and pressed hard again, but no bullet fired for a long time.

Shadow understood that this thing must be no simple thing, and he didn't have time to tinker with it in a short time. Shadow didn't ask for the opinions of the Ninth Uncle and Feng Qingchen, and put the pistol in his arms.

Feng Qingchen wanted to condemn it, but she could hardly protect herself at the moment, so how could she care about the broken gun? Anyway, the other party had no bullets, and after using up the bullets in the magazine, the pistol would just be a beautiful piece of scrap in the hands of others.

At the beginning, Lan Jiuqing took her gun away, studied it for a long time, and finally returned it obediently. With the current steelmaking and manufacturing technology, it is absolutely impossible to make a pistol.

As Shadow fiddled with the gun, he slightly relaxed his grip on Feng Qingchen. Feng Qingchen breathed greedily, and when his mind became clear, he began to plan how to fight back.

She fell into the hands of the other party. If she just waited for the Ninth Prince to rescue her, she would only die. She could not just sit there and wait for death. Her eyes, which had turned white, finally showed a hint of clarity. Feng Qingchen raised her hand with difficulty and touched her belt.

She placed two powerful anesthetics here. As long as she could take them out, she would have a chance of winning.

However, she didn't know what Shadow did. He was clearly just pinching her neck, but it made her whole body weak. Her hands seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and it was very difficult to move them up a little. Feng Qingchen told herself not to be anxious, and not to get excited, and not to let Shadow notice her unusual movements.

Although the Ninth Prince had been staring at Shadow, he did not relax his attention on Feng Qingchen. Seeing Feng Qingchen make a move, the Ninth Prince immediately cooperated and started to negotiate terms with Shadow, taking the opportunity to divert Shadow's attention.

Shadow believed that he had Feng Qingchen as a hostage in his hand, so the Ninth Prince would not dare to play any tricks. Besides, he was sure that Feng Qingchen would be unable to move if he relied on his own strength.

Shadow focused all his attention on the cunning Ninth Uncle, leaving only a trace of attention to make sure that he would not accidentally strangle Feng Qingchen before the terms were negotiated.

As I said, a living person is more valuable than a dead person. If Feng Qingchen were to die in his hands, let alone capturing the Ninth Prince alive, it would be a question of how long he could live.

Shadow's relaxation gave Feng Qingchen the best opportunity. When the Ninth Prince talked to Shadow again and offered to exchange Feng Qingchen for a few cities, Feng Qingchen finally got the anesthetic around his waist.

Shadow, you're dead!

A fierce look flashed in Feng Qingchen's eyes. He closed his eyes and accumulated strength. When he was sure that he had enough strength, Feng Qingchen bit his tongue hard. The tip of his tongue bled and Feng Qingchen felt pain. Under the stimulation of the severe pain, Feng Qingchen suddenly raised his hand and stepped forward, stabbing the needle in his hand into Shadow's chest.

"Damn it." Shadow felt pain. The moment the needle pierced his skin, he felt dizzy. Shadow knew that he had been tricked and was about to strangle Feng Qingchen to death. But at this moment, the Ninth Prince's slender soft sword swept in front of him. Shadow had no choice but to protect himself first and threw Feng Qingchen away.

At this moment, Feng Qingchen didn't even have the strength to scream. He fell towards the bushes like a rag doll, breaking countless dead branches along the way, until he hit a big tree, was bounced by the tree, and fell to the ground...

It hurts so much!

This was Feng Qingchen’s only thought before he fell into a coma!

A word to readers: I'll only update eight chapters today. I'm so sleepy. If it weren't so cold, I would have almost fallen asleep on the keyboard! Finally, I'd like to ask for a guaranteed monthly ticket.