(BL)(MTL)There is always a big guy who falls in love with me at first sight

Chapter 162

Chapter 162: House Fighting Boss Will Cultivation Immortals

    "I'm thirsty, I want to drink water, Xiaoqing, Xiaoqing? Where are you?"

    His throat seemed to be scorched by a fire, and 520 pushed away the thin quilt in front of him and staggered out of bed.

    It was dark in front of him, and in the shadows, he stretched out his hand and groped for water to drink.

    "Peng!"

    With bad luck, as soon as he took the first step, he was hit by an object with sharp edges and corners.

    "Hey!" He jumped away in pain, clutching his hurt knee, feeling a little overwhelmed with grievance.

    What's going on? What's wrong with Xiaoqing? He used to be always on call, and he was very considerate

    .

    And what's at his feet, put it in a mess, does he remember that his room is neat?

    520 was in a daze, apparently having forgotten where he was

    .

    —until there was a loud noise outside.

    "Why is it so noisy?" 520 mumbled indifferently, turned around and continued to look for his water.

    Thirsty will die of thirst, who cares about other messy things.

    "Don't move! Knives don't have long eyes!"

    Suddenly a voice that was close at hand suddenly appeared, making 520's heart shrink in fright, and in an instant, the cold blade had mercilessly pressed against his neck.

    In an instant, 520 jumped out of the state of being half-drunk and half-awake.

    He remembered that he was not at home, he was on the autumn hunting ground, and he was being held hostage by assassins!

    He was blinded by the dark lights and couldn't see anything, but the cold and sharp blade against his neck reminded him very clearly that what bad luck was facing him at this time!

    "Who are you, get out of the way, I want to drink water!"

    After a while, 520 tightly closed his eyes and opened them again, his mouth was slurred, and he was still swaying as before.

    It was as if he was talking drunkenly, and while he was still unconscious, he actually wanted to reach out and push the person behind him.

    When the brigade arrived in a hurry, they saw such a bizarre scene. The hostages were still confused about the situation. The black-robed and masked assassin who was holding the hostages was clearly holding other people's lives, but there seemed to be a kind of nervousness with nowhere to start. .

    The guard held a torch in his hand, and the surroundings immediately became bright.

    "Don't move! Be honest, don't try to play tricks with me!" Seeing the approaching person so quickly, the assassin became more and more nervous, and tightened his hand on 520's back.

    It was the fourth prince, Xia Yuemo, who was walking at the forefront. When he saw that the person being held was not the one he thought but Wu Huadao, his disappointment and worry suddenly arose at the same time.

    He frowned, looked at the assassin with stern eyebrows, and said solemnly, "You can't fly if you put your wings on it. If you don't hurry up, you'll be captured. Let go of the scorpion, or don't blame this hall for punishing you for your crimes!"     520 had difficulty breathing and couldn't break free. , As soon as he looked up, he saw Wu Huachi who was wearing white clothes not far away, with only a simple strap, like Wu Huachi who just got up from the bed, his nose suddenly became sour.     Ma Dan, did you come on a snail? It's only now, your man is going to be scratched, can you make it? !     Wu Huachi, who was watched by 520 eyes, took a slight step forward, and Pu Feng turned his head and asked worriedly, "Young Master?"     Wu Huachi shook his head and continued to walk forward steadily.     "Young Master! Be careful, Young Master!"     Xiaoqing was the first to rush forward and saw his son in black being held in his arms at the moment, he couldn't help shouting to the assassin, "Who sent you here? What's the purpose? Our son is a mighty Marquis and has a distinguished status! If you dare to touch my son's cold hair, be careful that the Marquis cuts off your dog's head, please behead your majesty!"     520: "..." Fool, exposed.