Xin Mao, who was standing three meters away, didn't speak. Su Yining felt a little strange, why didn't this person speak?
"Xin Mao?" Su Yining stood up and was about to approach, but suddenly stopped.
Her wrist was grabbed by Xin Yi, and she pulled out the long sword. Her eyes became cautious: "What is the code?"
Su Yining realized in hindsight that cold sweat ran down her back. At this moment, she had noticed something was wrong with "Xin Mao". How could he suddenly come back after he had already left? At the same time, she became worried about his safety.
"Xin Mao" didn't say anything. He was as fast as lightning. As soon as he finished speaking, his people had already arrived in front of them.
"Cang!" Xin Yi swung his sword to fly the darts, and the weapons connected in the next second!
"Princess, stay back!" The sound of the two fighting each other rang out in the night, quickly alerting others.
Su Yining hurriedly called for help: "That Xin Mao is fake!"
The secret guards immediately understood what was going on, but this time "Xin Mao" was very fast and flew away without a single hit.
The fierce fight lasted for a few minutes and then ended. Everyone's expressions were ugly, and they could see that the mysterious force had penetrated into their side.
Su Yining felt that she could not sit still and wait for death. She had space to sign up, but what should Han Yunshen do?
Will someone pretend to be themselves to get close to him?
The most indispensable thing in this world is capable people and strangers. Who knows if they can confuse the fake with the real?
"Xin Yi, how are you?" Su Yining looked at his injuries with concern. There was a bloody wound on his arm from a hidden weapon. Looking at the black wound, he knew it was poisonous.
There was cold sweat on Xin Yi's forehead, and the wound was extremely painful. He gritted his teeth and said, "Princess, I'm fine." His voice trembled and his teeth chattered.
"Don't show off, just eat it." Su Yining took out an antidote pill, then grabbed his arm and started cleaning the wound with spring water.
Xin Yin and Xin Wu took out the dagger: "Brother, please bear with me and I won't take this piece of meat from you."
Even though the wound was cleaned and blood flowed out, the flesh on both sides of the wound did not return to normal.
Xin Mao glanced at Su Yining who was standing aside: "Princess, you'd better not look at it, my subordinate is fine!"
"Okay, keep this in your mouth!" A piece of ginseng slice was stuffed into his hand, and he turned around after watching him take it.
Even if you don't look, you can feel his pain just by listening. The grunting and the squeaking sound of his teeth biting the handkerchief resounded in his ears.
Xin Yin struck quickly and accurately, cutting off the poisoned and necrotic flesh in a few strokes and throwing it into the fire.
Xin Wu immediately sprinkled a large amount of medicinal powder, and the bleeding quickly stopped. Xin Yi was completely exhausted, and his whole body was wet with sweat.
A heated towel was placed on his forehead, and Su Yining's tone contained an order: "Don't move!"
If he hadn't blocked that blow, he would have been hit...
Xin Yi was so frightened that he knelt down: "The princess can't do it, how can I ask you to take care of me?"
Covering the injured arm with one hand, his strong and handsome face was full of fear. If the prince knew about this, would they still be alive...
Su Yining couldn't laugh or cry: "I just gave you a towel, are you so scared? Come on, don't just kneel down. If I had been more alert, you wouldn't have been hurt."
Seeing that he was still very nervous, he still said: "My whole body is smelly and smelly of sweat. Why don't you wipe it off quickly?"
"Yes!" After hearing this, Xin Yi's burden was visibly reduced. Sometimes Su Yining couldn't understand the thoughts of ancient people, hey.