"Chen Wan, don't forget that you have a deal with me. You can't stand by death and refuse to save me!" Shen Yuting suddenly remembered this and shouted immediately.
Xiao Lingyue hasn't spoken yet.
At this time, a low and cold sound like a knife suddenly came from outside the door: "What kind of transaction, let me tell you!"
"Bang--!"
With a loud bang, the door of the house was violently broken open.
The heavy door panel flew up and hit Yao Wuchen in the middle of the yard.
Yao Wuchen widened his eyes: "..."
He didn't understand martial arts at all, and his body didn't react quickly enough, so he could only watch the door panel smashing down at his head like a mountain.
The shadow covered his whole body.
"Master, dangerous!"
At the critical moment, A Jian roared angrily and rushed over like lightning. Yao Wuchen, who was holding the young man's body, slashed hard with a backhand sword.
The sword light was as dazzling as lightning, instantly cutting off the falling door panel!
"Bang! Bang!" Two muffled sounds.
The door panels divided into two halves hit the ground hard, splashing a layer of dust.
A large area of blue bricks on the ground was smashed and dust was everywhere.
A Jian was gasping for breath, standing between the two door panels with one sword in one hand, and protecting Yao Wuchen with a confused face with the other hand. The tiger's mouth holding the sword was shattered, and blood fell down drop by drop.
A drop of blood just fell on Yao Wuchen's face in his arms.
He came back to his senses, reached out to wipe the blood stains on his cheeks, and suddenly said in surprise: "A Jian, you are injured!"
Very rare.
It has been a long time since he saw anyone who could hurt Ajian.
As he said that, he put the blood from his fingers into his mouth, licked it with his tongue, and curled his eyes with a smile: "A Jian's blood is sweet~"
"......Is it a slaughter? There is still some ability!"
The man's tall and cold figure appeared at the door and walked in slowly, his voice as cold as Xuanbing: "How is the gift from me for the king?"
Click!
A slight rupture sound.
Yao Wuchen suddenly opened his eyes wide: "A Jian, your mask..."
Before A Jian could react, Xiao Lingyue, who was not far away, could see clearly. The rough iron mask on his face had a thin crack in the middle.
As the crack sounded, the iron mask instantly split into two halves and slid down from his face.
Under the mask, a pure male face full of ink tattoos was revealed.
A thin bloodline shook from A Jian's eyebrows across the tip of his nose to his chin, as if he had split his face in half.
The bloodline is not deep, there is only a faint stinging pain.
A Jian reached out and touched Yao Wuchen, who looked curious, and pushed him behind him, looking at Zhan Beihan gloomy, who had just entered the door: "King Bei Qinyi, I have long admired Daming, it is better to see him at first sight than to hear about it!"
"Now you've seen it."
Zhan Beihan stood at the door with a sword in his hand, his eyebrows and eyes were cold and sharp: "—Have you thought of your last words?"
The muscles on A Jian's face twitched slightly, and his whole body was unconsciously tense, staring at Zhan Beihan like a beast ready to go.
The atmosphere was tense.
Yao Wuchen suddenly poked his head out from behind and said dissatisfiedly: "Hey, he has changed his name now. He is not called Tu Renxiong, but called him A Jian!"
Zhan Beihan didn't even bother to look at him, and said coldly: "Why are you standing there? You can't come!"
"Who are you talking to?" Yao Wuchen frowned.
“…”
Xiao Lingyue was silent for a second, held the dagger and walked towards Zhan Beihan with a dagger.