"Shut up!" Feng San glanced at Qingzhu coldly and said sternly.
"Qingzhu..." Feng Qi also spoke weakly, and the warning was obvious.
Zhuo Ye looked at Feng Qi blankly, feeling a little worried and a little confused. From Qingzhu's words, she seemed to smell something, but she couldn't figure it out...
"Well... I won't be in trouble, don't worry..." Feng Qi said softly.
"Stop talking." Feng San said in a deep voice. After saying that, he reached out to take the feather arrow from Feng Qi's hand, and watched it carefully, concentrating and silent.
At this time, a boat sailed over quickly on the lake. Before he could get too close to Zhuo Ye and his friends, several people jumped over.
Zhuo Ye was startled at first, and looked up, but he saw that the leader was one of the other two guards.
"It was my subordinate's carelessness. I didn't expect anyone to take action on the lake. Please punish me!" The guard came to Feng San and knelt down with a thud.
Seeing this, the few people behind him also knelt down.
"Go back and take your own stick and take eighty responsibilities!" Feng San said coldly.
"Thank you for your light punishment!" the guard kowtowed.
Feng San threw the feather arrow in his hand to the guard and said coldly: "Look at which organization it is! No one is alive!" After saying that, he helped Feng Qi up and jumped onto the ship brought by the guard first.
Zhuo Ye looked at Feng San, who exuded a breath of hell and Shura, and couldn't help but shudder. He didn't leave any survivors? What is that? She couldn't imagine...
For someone like her who grew up in the socialist legal era, this kind of life-and-death thing is too strange and terrible...
"Yes!" The guard got up with the arrow.
The group waited for the change of boat and left.
"Cough...cough cough..." Feng Qi vomited two more mouthfuls of blood in the carriage, and then kept coughing lightly.
"Seventh Young Master..." Zhuo Ye exclaimed anxiously and reached out to pat Feng Qi's back.
"Stay away from my young master!" Qingzhu pushed Zhuo Ye away, staring at her with tears in his eyes, "Hmph! A woman of unknown origin is worthy of the young master to sacrifice her life to save you!"
Qingzhu rode a horse when she came, but this time she was desperate to come to the car to take care of Feng Qi, so Feng San let him get up.
"Cough... Qingzhu! Stop your mouth!" Feng Qi said, and then vomited a mouthful of purple-red blood.
Qingzhu shut up, bit her lips tightly, and wiped Feng Qi's corners in panic.
Zhuo Ye opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say. He felt aggrieved, helpless and worried. He leaned against the wall of the car and sighed secretly, "Who did she provoke her?"
Feng San's face was so gloomy that he held Zhang with both hands and held it. Finally, he made up his mind to take out the porcelain bottle and pour out another pill.
"San, Master San... Take this... for another two months of dosage..." Qingzhu said with a silence.
Feng San said nothing, glanced at Qingzhu, and stuffed the pills into Feng Qi's mouth.
When facing Feng San's cold gaze, Qingzhu couldn't help but subconsciously shrank her neck.
After Feng San was silent for a while, he suddenly said in a deep voice: "It's important now!" After pausing for a moment, he said firmly and affirmatively: "I won't let him have something to do!"