Zhuo Ye's head was still clear, but his body seemed to have been cast as if he had been imposed on a fixed body. Looking at the feather arrow shot towards him, he was crying and couldn't help but curse in his heart: "Damn! God! I'm not willing to let you go if you don't want to kill me, you..."

It was a long time to say that! Feng Qi's steps suddenly changed. While using his extraordinary body movements, he could hardly avoid the arrow shot at him. He reached out to grab Zhuo Ye's waist and took Zhuo Ye out of the danger range, but he could not avoid the arrow shot at Zhuo Ye...

Zhuo Ye was shocked: "Seventh Young Master!!"

"Linge!!"

"Young Master! Don't--!!"

Several anxious and trembling shouts sounded!

But Feng Qi held Zhuo Ye with one hand, stretched out his other hand, and accurately caught the last arrow...

From an arrow shot, Feng San, the guards hit the arrow, Feng Qi avoided the arrow, and received the arrow. This series of things happened in an instant. Zhuo Ye didn't have time to think about Feng Qi's lightning-like body movement and strange techniques. Seeing that he took the arrow, the heart that had already reached his throat finally fell back into his stomach, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief...

However, when Feng San saw this, his face became even more ugly. His face was covered with gloomy and grief. He roared and stabbed an assassin with a sword. He shook the other people who fought with him for a few steps and ran towards Feng Qi...

A whistle suddenly came from the boat opposite. When the assassins heard the sound, they stopped attacking, stopped entangling, and quickly jumped into the ship to evacuate. Before leaving, they did not forget to bring their companions' bodies...

No one cared about the evacuated assassins, and the two guards looked at Feng Qi worriedly.

"Young Master... Woo..." Qingzhu stumbled in despair and ran to Feng Qi: "Young Master... Why do you need to receive an arrow..."

Zhuo Ye was a little confused. What's going on? Feng Qi, didn't he be shot by an arrow? What expressions did they have...

Zhuo Ye was puzzled. He turned his head to look at Feng Qi, but saw that Feng Qi's face was pale and almost transparent. Beads of sweat dripped down his handsome face. The hand that was still holding the feather arrow was trembling slightly...

Zhuo Ye exclaimed: "Seventh Master, you... how are you?"

Feng San held Feng Qi, pursed his lips tightly, took out a small porcelain bottle from Feng Qi's arms, poured out a bean-sized pill, and handed it to his lips: "Eat this first..." His tone seemed calm, but it was not difficult for those who were careful to find the slight tremor in his voice...

Feng Qi pulled out a smile that signaled everyone to rest assured. He lowered his head to hold the pills, but unexpectedly, a mouth sprayed out a large mouthful of purple-red blood... On Feng Qi's snow-white collar, a series of charming and dazzling blood flowers suddenly bloomed...

"Linge!" Feng San whispered, paused his hand with the medicine, and then he moved neatly to stuff the medicine into Feng Qi's mouth.

"Young Master!! Woo woo...Young Master..." Qing Zhu wiped the blood from the corner of Feng Qi's mouth and cried miserably.

"This...what is going on?" Zhuo Ye asked in a trembling voice when he looked at the abnormal color on Feng Qi's clothes.
Chapter completed!