The Sickly Scion's Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool Chapter 909 - Chapter 909: Enemy Attack (2)

Chapter 909 - Chapter 909: Enemy Attack (2)

Chapter 909: Enemy Attack (2)

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At the same time, he saw the two soldiers lying on the ground in the tent. As expected.

Xiao Qirui looked at him with bloodshot eyes. Although he said that he was looking, his eyes were unfocused. He ignored the danger of his right hand, which was holding the sword, breaking. He clenched his left fist and attacked fiercely.

Worried that Song Jingchen would kill his young master, Xiao Li hurriedly explained, “My young master is still conscious. He just told me to leave quickly.”

Song Jingchen hesitated for a moment before letting go of his wrist and choosing to defend.

The two fists collided, and he was forced back dozens of steps. Shock flashed across Song Jingchen’s eyes.

Xiao Qirui’s expression was cold as he slashed over with his sword again, filled with killing intent.

Song Jingchen’s eyes darkened. He pulled out the sword at his waist to block. The two of them were extremely fast. Sabers and swords flashed, and only shadows could be seen.

The difference was that Song Jingchen had always focused on defense. On the other hand, Xiao Qirui’s every move was fatal. If this continued, Song Jingchen would be seriously injured sooner or later.

Xiao Li and Thirty Thousand were extremely anxious. They were worried that something would happen to their master and wanted to help, but the two of them couldn’t even get close.

“Didn’t you say that General Xiao is still conscious?” Noticing that Song

Jingchen was injured, Thirty Thousand questioned.

Xiao Li paused. “Conscious. Yes, he was conscious…”

He bypa.s.sed the two people fighting and ran towards the bed. Thirty Thousand followed in confusion.

Xiao Li rummaged through the bed and turned the pillow and blanket into a mess. He muttered anxiously, “Where did it go? Why is it gone?”

“What are you looking for?”

“A box. A box of letters.” As Xiao Li spoke, he gestured the size of the box with his hands.

Thirty Thousand was suspicious and did not understand what a box was for. However, standing here alone could not solve any problems, so he decided to help look for it.

The two of them searched the bed but could not find any boxes. From the corner of their eyes, they saw something. Thirty Thousand pointed at the table in the middle and asked, “Is it that one?”

Xiao Li looked in the direction he was pointing. ‘Yes, yes, it’s that box.”

However, the two people in the middle were fighting fiercely. How were they going to get close?

Song Jingchen had been looking for an opportunity to control Xiao Qirui, so he naturally didn’t miss their conversation.

He glanced at the box not far from him and stepped on it. He kicked it out.

Xiao Qirui swung his sword and cut the box in half. The letters inside scattered and fell to the ground.

Looking at the letters that had been cut in half all over the ground, something flashed across Xiao Qirui’s mind. He paused, and a hint of struggle appeared in his eyes.

The killing intent around him froze. With a clang, the sword in his hand fell to the ground.

“Young Master, you’re awake.” Xiao Li was about to run over when Thirty Thousand quickly stopped him.

“Ah!” Xiao Qirui covered his head in pain and squatted down.

“Brother Xiao,” Song Jingchen called out tentatively.

Xiao Qirui suddenly looked up and sized up Song Jingchen’s injuries with his blood-red eyes. Then, he looked at the two soldiers lying on the ground beside him and suddenly picked up the swords on the ground.

Guessing what he was going to do, Song Jingchen’s pupils constricted and he was about to attack.

“Don’t come over!” Xiao Qirui roared with bloodshot eyes. He raised his sword to his neck and quickly stood up and took a step back.

He knew that he could not last long. Instead of becoming a killing machine like the black-robed man, he might as well end it himself while his rationality was still intact.

“Young Master, they’re not dead. They just fainted from your blows.” Xiao Li was about to cry.

“It’s useless.” The redness in Xiao Qirui’s eyes did not fade at all. His face twisted for a moment as he gritted his teeth and said, “Ah Chen, do you still remember the poison in the Emperor?” His voice trembled.

Song Jingchen tightened his grip on his sword.

The reason why the Emperor was labeled as a lunatic was because Ji Yunxi poisoned him. When the poison acted up, he killed everyone he saw. How could he not remember?

The situation of Xiao Qirui and those soldiers was more than a hundred times worse.

Song Jingchen closed his eyes. ‘Wait a little longer. There must be a way to resolve it.”

“No, the city gate of Nanling Pa.s.s was broken, but Yan Guangmao only sent the black-robed man in. He’s not in a hurry to attack the city because he’s

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What were they waiting for? They were waiting for these people to flare up and for the Great Xia soldiers to kill each other.

However, where did he get his confidence from? It was none other than the fact that this poison was incurable.

Rather than calling it poison, it was better to say that the living dead could no longer be saved.

He didn’t believe that Song Jingchen hadn’t thought of this, but he wasn’t willing to admit it.

The tent fell into a dead silence.

“Report!” A soldier scrambled in. “The Wu Kingdom’s army is attacking.”

Song Jingchen’s heart tightened. “Where are they?”

“They’re less than twenty miles from the city gate.”

Twenty miles. They would be here in less than half an hour.

The commotion outside continued. Yan Guangmao had clearly calculated the time and arrived.

“Xiao Li, bring me my armor,” Xiao Qirui suddenly said.

“Young Master?” Xiao Li was shocked.

Xiao Qirui looked at Song Jingchen firmly. “I’ll bring those injured soldiers out to stall for time. I’ll leave the rest to you.”

The injured soldiers he mentioned were the ones who had been injured tonight.

“I’ll end myself before I lose control.” This sentence seemed to be meant for Song Jingchen, but it also seemed to be reminding himself.

Song Jingchen clenched his fists. “I’ll make the arrangements.” With that, he turned around and left the tent.

It was a crucial moment, and he could not be benevolent.

In the tent, Xiao Li helped Xiao Qirui put on his armor with trembling hands. “Young Master, I’ll go with you.”

“You follow the Bulwark Duke!”

Veins bulged on Xiao Qirui’s forehead. It was obvious that he had been holding back his urge to kill someone.

“I promised Madam and Miss that I would stay by your side at all times. I…”

“This is an order,” Xiao Qirui said sternly.-