Prime Assassin: The Evil King's Wife

Scimitar strode forward, with surprise in his pupils, he was bending down to see Yun Tingruo's injury, when he saw Yun Tingruo opened his eyes with a "swish", his eyes were calm and breezy smile.

But the people who watched it felt a hairy feeling.

Turned his head, still, intact.

He raised his hand, stiff and complete.

Moved, numb, sneered.

She turned slightly and stood on the back of Bird Wing, condescendingly looking down at the uncertain Huanxia Yingwei.

Under the sun, people dare not look directly at her petite figure, her unopened face is even more dazzling than the sun, and her black pupils are firmly locked on Huanxia Yingwei.

Huanxia Yingwei felt panicked when she saw it, and she couldn't help but take a few steps back.

In the next second, I felt a gust of cold wind passing by, and Huanxia Yingwei's left face instantly became red and swollen.

Huanxia Yingwei's eyes changed, her face changed drastically, but she slapped her face hard again.

This slap was like a knife slashing his face, and the sharp pain instantly spread throughout his body.

The machete was horrified, he hadn't seen how Qing Yun Tingruo made the move yet.

Huanxia Yingwei had already been slapped twice, and he didn't stop it. Huanxia Yingwei had played with this matter.

"you you you you."

Huanxia Yingwei covered her face with an expression of disbelief, she was actually slapped twice by this little bitch.

And she couldn't hide.

How fast is this speed.

The piercing pain was so painful that she was about to cry.

Yun Tingruo withdrew her hand. Although her speed was not as fast as that of the spirit beast or monster, it was as fast as lightning.

Only then did he seize a slight opportunity.

And her two slaps were more than just pain.

"Yun Ruo, your hands are bleeding."

Only then did Machete see Yun Tingruo's hand, which was covered in bloodstains.

Looking at his own hand, Yun Tingruo's eyes did not fluctuate, it was just scratched out by tightly grasping the fur of the bird-winged beast.

If she hadn't shed this little blood, she would probably be dead now.

"I have hemostatic medicine here, hurry up, wipe it off."

The scimitar pulled Yun Tingruo's hand, but he was too impatient, the pulling moved Yun Tingruo's back injury.

She couldn't help but let out a muffled grunt, and the machete was startled, obviously guessing something.

Without hesitation, he took out a crystal clear bottle from his pocket. Judging from its appearance, it was top grade.

When Huanxia Yingwei saw the bottle, she ignored the pain on her face and exclaimed: "Cousin, this is--!"

"Shut up." Machete stopped her coldly, with an expression of disliking this cousin even more.

If it wasn't for her, how could he use these third-grade pills.

Yun Tingruo's eyes lightly fell on the bottle, and she probably knew that it was a precious medicine.

Although Yun Tingruo had already completely formed a relationship with this Huanxia Yingwei.

But Machete is upright and upright, and she is not the kind of person with a small belly.

"Yun Ruo, swallow this quickly, it will heal your injury quickly, and it won't leave a scar."

The scimitar shook out a red pill, and carefully placed it in Yun Tingruo's hand, with a soft tone.

Yun Tingruo looked at the elixir, put it on his nose and smelled it.

Not poisonous.

It's not that she's cautious, it's a habit.

Habits accumulated over the years.

After swallowing the elixir, Yun Tingruo felt a burst of coolness running through his body, and the pain in his back that was originally hot also eased a lot.

She closed her eyes slightly, relaxed her body, and let the elixir exert its powerful effect.

After a while, Yun Tingruo's spirit also recovered a lot, and the pain on his back had obviously dissipated.

This pill is really effective.

She showed a thankful smile to the scimitar, if it weren't for him, her injury wouldn't heal so quickly.

"Yun Ruo, I apologize to you on behalf of my cousin."

The machete's tone was extremely dignified, after Yun Ruo's hand just now, he no longer dared to underestimate him.

He knew that if something went wrong just now.

It's not as simple as taking out a pill.

"Cousin, what are you doing? Why should you apologize to her?"

Huanxia Yingwei pounced forward, holding on to the arm of the scimitar tightly, her eyes spewing fire.

"Pa" is another loud slap.

"Huanxia Yingwei, you still have the face to speak, look at the good deeds you have done, it is a disgrace to Huanxia's family."

Machete was really angry this time, and the slap was very hard.

"You hit me, for this bitch, you hit me."

When Huanxia Yingwei had ever suffered such humiliation, she used both hands and feet to the scimitar.

In the past, Machete would be tolerant everywhere, but he really didn't like this cousin's temperament.

With a wave of his hand, the two mercenaries pulled him down.

"Yun Ruo, you sit on my flying cavalry, and I can protect you."

Machete's tone was somewhat apologetic, which made Yun Tingruo smile: "Brother Machete, I have troubled you along the way."

After taking the elixir, Yun Tingruo's body returned to normal.

Except for the scars on his hands, there is nothing.

Now that Huanxia Yingwei has taught her a lesson, even though her face hurts now, at night, she will look good.

Yun Tingruo's eyes flashed, but next time, it won't be so simple.

Soon, everyone turned over and sat on their respective mounts, heading towards the Sunshine Forest.

The mount of the scimitar is not only Yun Tingruo, but also a man.

With their internal strength, Yun Tingruo went to heaven this time without the depression and discomfort just now.

And that Huanxia Yingwei sat on her mount, looking from a distance, her face was gloomy.

Yun Tingruo curled the corners of her lips, but felt a little headache.

Because, the man sitting next to him was chattering.

This man is about 27 or [-] years old, he has been around Yun Tingruo all the time, he is more troublesome than that noisy little sparrow.

"I don't see any internal force fluctuations in your body. You survived under the claws of the bird-winged beast, and you are really brave. You dare to go to the Sunshine Forest. Are you really a little girl?"

The man had already felt Xiayun Tingruo's aura, and there was no fluctuation of power at all.

The tone is very surprised.

Yun Tingruo squinted at him, saw him looking at him curiously, coughed dryly and waved his hands in a show of arrogance.

"Xiao Mian, don't look down on people so much."

Hearing Yun Tingruo's words, the man said seriously, "I'm not called Xiaonian, they all call me Brother Long."

Yun Tingruo squinted, seeing this man couldn't help being a little cute, anyway, the journey was far away, and the interest in chatting also came up a bit.

"Brother Long, I want to ask you how you got the flying knight."

Yun Tingruo pretended to be casual and asked, as if talking about what to eat today.

"This, it's very simple." Brother Long scratched his head honestly, seeing Yun Tingruo finally paying attention to him.

He opened his mouth and said it in a crackling voice without any doubts.

Yun Tingruo half-closed her eyes and listened quietly, interrupting from time to time to ask a few tricky questions.

Not long after, Yun Tingruo finally understood.

It turns out that if you want to have a flying ride, you can also score the poor, the rich and the nobles.

The poor are very simple. As soon as they are born, they are positioned in a low position and have no power.

Because they have no money, no resources, no strong background.

It is impossible to own a flying cavalry.

If they have their own talents, they can rely on their own efforts, but they still need to be discovered.

If it is not drawn out at the beginning, then the more you get to the end, the more mediocre it will be.

The rich people spend a lot of money to buy it, and there will naturally be a spirit trainer in the mansion.

As for the royal family, they have a bird garden, and the birds in it are one in a million, powerful, fast, and attacking, and they are all top-grade.

And the taxes paid by Asuka every year are also a lot of money.

To put it bluntly, without strong funds, it is impossible to support a flying rider.