[MTL, BL] The Villain Slaps The Protagonist's Halo

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His reverberation echoed in the empty hall, and the little king slowly put down his hand. He didn't look at him and didn't respond. He just stared blankly at the assassin on the ground. He propped his body with his hands motionless, the bed was covered with blue silk, and a thin layer of sullenness between his brows made him look like he was frightened, but also like an enraged evil spirit.

After a long time, a slightly immature but extremely cold voice sounded: "Injured?"

Xuan Jia hurriedly said: "Wei Chen is fine."

Nie Jia flicked his fingers, "Go on, thank you."

Xuan Jia looked at The little monarch, who was still maintaining that movement on the bed, looked suspiciously in shock. He always felt that there was something different about the little monarch, and it seemed that there was an abyss-like gloomy aura that was daunting.

"Yes." In the end, Xuan Jia didn't dare to ask anything, he stepped back, and dragged the assassin's corpse down before leaving.

Nie Jia was silent in the dark for a long time before bowing his head tiredly and covering his face with his hands. He was even weaker than a few days ago.

There is not only one wave of assassins, such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, how can those chaotic ministers and thieves who are eager to kill the tyrant easily let go. In the second half of the night, the clanging sound was incessant, and there were roars and screams outside, blood splashed all over the window paper, and blood seeped faintly under the cracks of the door.

The little monarch in the hall just sat quietly in the dark, listening to the grand slaughter.

After all, there was only one person in Xuanjia, and he was incapable of being cloned. Occasionally, a fish that slipped through the net broke into the hall, but when he raised his hand, he was killed by the little king.

The night passed in the shadow of swords and swords.

Nie Jia hadn't slept all night, Jun Changsheng was weak and sickly, but after staying up all night, Nie Jia's eyes were full of crows. As soon as I walked out of the palace gate in the early morning, everything in Chiyun Palace looked brand new, the snow was gone, the blood was gone, and there was not even a trace of strange smell in the cold air. At a glance, it seemed that nothing happened last night.

But the tense atmosphere in the palace world could not be ignored. After being woken up in the middle of the night and witnessed the bloody storm in Chiyun Palace, the palace people up and down the Chiyun Palace looked like their hearts were broken. Only the little monarch looked as usual, and after a few bites of breakfast with a poor appetite, he went to bask in the sun under the porch.

There was a stove at his feet, and as soon as the warm sun shone, Nie Jia was sleepy, huddled in the layers of fur and dozing drowsily.

The large-scale assassination of Chiyun Palace has spread all over the court. I heard that the small monarch was unharmed but did not come to court. The courtiers were shocked and regrettable, and they all pretended to care and handed them a greeting, but no one pursued the assassin. the source of. Nie Jia guessed it all, and the book was burned without reading a book.

"Your Highness, Prince Jing has come down." The old eunuch said in a low voice, not knowing whether the little monarch was already asleep.

Nie Jia opened his eyes, and there was a clear light from the sword under his eyelashes.

"I heard that Brother Wang hasn't taken medicine for the past few days. The minister and brother deliberately got up early and made the medicine. Brother Wang drink it while it's hot." Jun Changyue led the palace servant to Nie Jia's side with a pale face, The bowl of soup, still steaming, was brought to Nie Jia.