Poison Doctor Demon Consort

Chapter 172, pop! He shot fiercely! On the General's Mansion, which was quietly shrouded in the night, suddenly there was a faint, weeping and whining sound of the piano from the East Wing.

The sound of the qin is sometimes resentful;

Linghu Huori, who was sitting under the two lanterns in the gazebo in the courtyard of his wing room, was playing the Guqin. At this moment, his heart was really surging, and it was difficult to calm down for a long time.

He was wearing a casual white robe, with long hair hanging down his shoulders, playing the guqin, his white robe and long hair were blown by the wind, and he was ethereal and moving like a god under the night lights.

However, before the end of the song, he was caught off guard, and his ears were keenly aware of a sound that shouldn't have appeared! who is it? Dare to sneak into his wing, that's courting death! You know, his Linghu Huori's east wing is surrounded by traps.

"Ah!" There was a muffled groan, originally it was just a small cry, but the voice couldn't help becoming a little sharper! It's a man's voice!

Linghu Huori didn't stop plucking the strings in his hands, but there were two black shadows beside him that quickly flew towards the sound.

After a while, two black shadows held a man in black and threw him in front of Linghu Huo Ri.

The man was dressed in black, covered with a black cloth, and his calf was bleeding. It was obvious that he was stabbed by a sharp object and fell into the trap set by Linghu Huo Ri.

Linghu Huori stopped what he was doing, stepped forward and tore off the black cloth covering the man's face.

In an instant, Linghu Huori's pretty face darkened coldly, and his eyes sparkled instantly: "Is it you?"

He never expected that this person was actually Duanmu Canglan!

When he finished saying "Is it you?", the corners of his mouth slightly turned up, and a particularly cruel smile stained the bottom of his eyes.

"It's me! Let go of the prince!" Duanmu Canglan felt ashamed now! He actually fell into the trap set by others!

Duanmu Canglan appeared here because after seeing the twins Linghu Shuiyue and Linghu Huori, he had a strange feeling in his heart. He always felt that Linghu Shuiyue was the young commander of Linghu, so he couldn't help sneaking into the general's mansion tonight, just to find out.

Unexpectedly, he originally wanted to sneak into the west wing, but accidentally broke into Linghu Huori's east wing courtyard. There are traps everywhere in Linghu Huo Ri's East Wing courtyard, how can anyone easily get in?

He is a first-class martial artist, and when he was not driving the black eagle, he also fell into the trap of Linghu Huori. At this moment, he was stabbed by a sharp bamboo on his calf, and the blood flowed profusely.

"Since you know it's the prince, why don't you quickly bandage the prince?" When Duanmu Canglan faced the expressionless Linghu Huori, he just felt that this Linghu Huori was very strange.

"Why?" Linghu Huori looked at him coldly, unmoved. ha! Isn't this called Heaven has a way and you don't go, but hell has no way and you just rush in?

"This..." Why? Yes, why should he? Why is this Young Marshal Linghu so cold-blooded? If he is Young Commander Linghu! He remembered that Young Marshal Linghu's attitude towards the wounded was that no doctor could classify him.

"Why? Because this prince is your man, your husband." Duanmu Canglan's mouth curled into a wicked smile. Although the calf was bleeding, this injury was nothing to him.

"Papa!" Two sounds, Linghu Huori, who had never hit anyone before, slapped Duanmu Canglan's face fiercely with two slaps.

Duanmu Canglan, as the prince of Yue, has ever been slapped in the face? But at this moment, his face was burning with pain, but he was slapped twice so hard that the corners of his mouth were covered with blood.