C42

After the black clothed man finished speaking angrily, everyone in the Duke Palaces, including Murong Ling, looked as if they were facing a great enemy, in case the other party would continue to have helpers that were changing the situation.

However, after a quarter of an hour, nothing happened. Other than the black-clothed people who had already appeared, there were no reinforcements.

That was awkward.

Although the fight was still intense, the awkward atmosphere still persisted. Murong Ling was sure that the faces under the masks of the group of men in black had turned green.

When the black clothed man was beaten into a mess by Murong Ling and the rest, the reinforcements finally arrived late. Although it was only a few of them, they had at least recovered some face, "How did you guys get here just now!"

The rescuers' bodies were all hanging by a thread, and their faces were covered in dust. "There's an expert outside. We finally managed to get in."

The black clothed man was immediately horrified. The reinforcements were elites of the organization, but they were actually beaten so badly by the other side that they couldn't help but ask, "How many people are there in the enemy side?"

"..." "One!"

One?

Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air. Just how abnormal was that person's strength!?

The figure of the Palace Lord appeared in Murong Ling's mind. With a flash of her thought, her body had already followed the trail. Sure enough, there was a man dressed in white standing outside the Duke's Palace. With every wave of the Frost Sword in his hand, large numbers of black-clothed men would fall.

There seemed to be people at the hall master level within this group of black-clothed men. Before he could take out the fireworks in his bosom, they were pierced through by Murong Ling's sword and they fell to the ground in hatred.

Li Cangmin turned his head to look at her, and the corner of his mouth suddenly curved into a smile.

He sounded as if he was certain that she would come out.

Murong Ling had too many questions in her heart, but she didn't know where to ask. At this time, a black-clothed man who wasn't afraid of death rushed up and wrapped her spirit energy around the whip and whipped it. She looked at Palace Lord Bai out of the corner of her eyes, but there was no surprise in her eyes.

She trembled at the thought of who exactly was this White Palace Lord.

"Do you want to know the identity of the man in black?"

Along with the cold, clear fragrance, Murong Ling's warm breath suddenly came close to her ear. Her voice was deliberately suppressed to sound low and sexy, causing the strings of her heart to tremble, thus Murong Ling hurriedly pulled away from him and coldly asked, "Do you know?"

Li Cangmin's sharp eyes clearly saw that her ears had a blush on them, and he was immediately in a good mood, "This Palace has kept them alive, just keep up."

It was only then that Murong Ling noticed a black clothed person moving unnoticeably amidst the pile of corpses. While they were still talking, she quickly disappeared.

Without a second thought, she followed him.

Li Cangmin stayed by her side all along. He seemed to be thinking of something and suddenly let out a low laugh, "Princess doesn't know Qing Gong?"

Murong Ling was startled. Last time, when she was questioned by Prince Qin, she secretly practiced for a bit and already had a bit of an idea. But obviously, it couldn't compare with this Palace Lord.

"No, This Palace does not want to lose the assassin."

A cold wind assaulted her, and before Murong Ling could even react, she was already hugged into an ice-cold embrace. Li Cangmin lowered her head, and her lips unintentionally touched her forehead.

Murong Ling subconsciously tightened her arms around his waist. When she felt lighter, she could hear the whistling wind, and the man who was carrying her was still as relaxed as ever. In a blink of an eye, he had caught up with the black-clothed man.