The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 1584

Chapter 1584: End of 764, take you home (fourth update)

He narrowed his eyes and unleashed a fierce sword energy, which instantly shattered Gu Jiao’s arrows into pieces!

Gu Jiao raised her hand and, with a swish, tore off the cloak she was wearing.

The young warrior, dressed in red battle clothes and dark iron armor, leapt down from the horseback!

Boss Han felt the strong aura of the youth, but in the next second, he was fiercely startled by the Red-Tasseled Spear in the youngster’s hand, adorned with a little braid and a big Safflower.

What kind of weapon is this, so irritating to the eye!

Irritating as it may be, the force of that thrust once again shocked Boss Han.

The black demonic horse beneath Boss Han shuddered.

Boss Han’s brow furrowed, and with a sword, he parried Gu Jiao’s Red-Tasseled Spear. He tapped his toes, dismounted, and viciously slashed his sword at Gu Jiao!

Gu Jiao blocked a sword strike, and both her arms were tingling slightly.

No wonder he could duel with Taoist priest Qingfeng for so long. It wasn’t because Qingfeng was going easy; this guy was indeed very strong.

Boss Han said coldly, "Xiao Liulang, you are not my match! Today’s rules forbid me from killing you, but I have a hundred ways to torture you, so you’d better hand over the secret letter obediently, to avoid unnecessary suffering!"

One Boss Han was already hard enough to deal with. If Taoist priest Qingfeng also arrived, then she definitely wouldn’t stand a chance.

She had to fight quickly and decisively!

Gu Jiao no longer hesitated.

She coldly looked at Boss Han, and while he was puzzled, she took off the amulet from around her neck.

"Boss, catch."

She tossed the amulet to the Black Wind King.

The Black Wind King clamped it in its mouth.

"What is this kid up to?" Boss Han watched Gu Jiao with curiosity.

Gu Jiao’s fingertips gently slid across the blade of the Red-Tasseled Spear, and a string of bright blood beads oozed out.

She smeared the blood beads on her lips.

In the next second, her aura suddenly surged!

Boss Han’s expression changed dramatically, "This is—"

Gu Jiao pulled up the Red-Tasseled Spear, stepped forward, and launched herself into the air. With a flip through the sky, her spear in hand like a dragon, she fiercely struck down at Boss Han!

Boss Han’s Black Iron Sword was split into two immediately!

She knelt on one knee, one hand supporting the ground, the other hand holding the Red-Tasseled Spear behind her.

Her eyes were a blood-red expanse.

She was no longer the resplendent youth, she was a killing god, a devil, an Asura!

Boss Han threw away his long sword, turned his palm into a fist, and aimed a punch at Gu Jiao’s vital spot!

Gu Jiao used her spear to vault up again, her right knee fiercely striking Boss Han’s chin!

Boss Han was sent flying!

He slammed hard into the ground, vomiting a mouthful of blood.

Three moves.

The youth had defeated him... with just three moves!

But Boss Han wasn’t one to admit defeat easily. If he couldn’t beat the youth, he would kill his horse!

Boss Han swiftly shot a Hidden Weapon from his sleeve at the Black Wind King!

Almost at the same time, Boss Han’s second Hidden Weapon shot out towards Gu Jiao.

Between herself and the Black Wind King, she could only protect one.

Gu Jiao gripped the reins, straightening her back, "I may be blind, but the Boss can see."

Han Wuye sneered, "The Boss? Are you talking about this old Hei Fengqi? I admit it’s an excellent warhorse, too bad it’s been in the Han Family for fifteen years, and it has never been to Fenghuo Camp."

"It doesn’t need to have been there," Gu Jiao said, "It was born in Fenghuo Camp."

In the first Fenghuo Camp, in Xuanyuan Li’s temporary courtyard, it stayed there until it was over a year old before being taken back to the Xuanyuan Family Residence.

Gu Jiao leaned down, gently stroking Hei Fengqi’s mane, "Can you remember, Boss?"

You must remember, just as you remember your master.

Hei Fengqi does not belong to the Han Family.

This treacherous three hundred li is not a road to pass and move up in rank, but a road to take all of Hei Fengqi back home.

Hei Fengqi has been waiting for this day for a long time.

Take Hei Fengqi home, Boss.

"Tsk," Han Wuye scornfully laughed, "Xiao Liulang, your efforts are in vain, you won’t make it out of this forest, you—"

Before he could finish, he saw Hei Fengqi let out a long neigh to the sky, lifting its forehooves, and like an arrow released from a bow, it charged toward the northeast with Gu Jiao.

That direction was—

The first Fenghuo Camp!

Han Wuye spat out another mouthful of old blood in anger, "Xiao Liulang! Useless! Your horse is too old! It can’t run three hundred li anymore! It needs to rest after less than thirty li! Taoist priest Qingfeng will catch you! The Han Family people will catch up to you!"

...

Lightning flashed, thunder roared, and the rain poured down like sheets, torrentially.

Hei Fengqi galloped through the hail-like downpour, having already run a hundred li non-stop.

It was taking Hei Fengqi home, and it was also taking Gu Jiao home.