"Shen Wan, don't forget that you still have a deal with me. You can't just die without saving me!" Shen Yuting suddenly remembered this and shouted immediately.
Xiao Lingyue hasn't spoken yet.
At this time, a low and cold voice as cold as a knife suddenly came from outside the door: "What is the deal? Tell me about it!"
"boom--!"
There was a loud bang, and the door of the house was violently broken open.
The heavy door panel suddenly flew up and hit Yao Wuchen in the middle of the yard.
Yao Wuchen's eyes widened: "..."
He didn't understand martial arts at all, and his body didn't react quickly enough. He could only watch the door panel fall on his head like a mountain.
Shadows covered his whole body.
"Master, danger!"
At the critical moment, Ah Jian roared angrily, flew towards him like lightning, hugged the boy-sized Yao Wuchen, and slashed him with his backhand sword.
The sword light was as dazzling as lightning, instantly cutting off the falling door panel!
"Bang! Bang!" Two muffled sounds.
The door panel split into two halves, one on the left and one on the right, hit the ground hard, throwing up a layer of dust.
A large area of the green bricks on the ground was smashed, and there was a lot of dust.
Ah Jian was breathing heavily, standing between the two door panels with the sword in one hand, and protecting the confused Yao Wuchen with the other hand. The tiger's mouth holding the sword was cracked, and blood dripped down drop by drop.
A drop of blood just fell on the face of Yao Wuchen in his arms.
He came back to his senses, stretched out his hand to wipe the blood on his cheek, and suddenly said in surprise: "Ajian, you are injured!"
So rare.
It had been a long time since he had seen anyone hurt A Jian.
As he spoke, he put the blood on his finger into his mouth, licked it with the tip of his tongue, and smiled with his eyes widened: "Ajian's blood is sweet~"
"...Butu Renxiong? He still has some skills!"
A tall and cold figure of a man appeared at the door and walked in slowly. His voice was as cold as ice: "How did your meeting gift go?"
Click!
A slight crackling sound.
Yao Wuchen suddenly opened his eyes wide: "Ajian, your mask..."
Before A Jian could react, Xiao Lingyue, who was not far away, could see clearly that the rough iron mask on his face had a small crack in the middle.
As a cracking sound was heard, the iron mask instantly split into two halves and slid off his face.
Under the mask, a cold and arrogant pure male face was revealed, which was covered with ink tattoos.
A thin line of blood traced from A Jian's eyebrows, through the tip of his nose, to his chin, as if splitting his face in half.
The blood line is not deep, only a faint stinging pain.
A Jian reached out and touched it, pushed the curious Yao Wuchen behind him, and looked at Zhan Beihan who had just entered the door gloomily: "King Yi of Northern Qin, I have admired your name for a long time, and it is better to see him than to hear him a hundred times!"
"Now you see it."
Zhan Beihan stood at the door with a sword in his hand, his eyebrows cold and sharp: "Have you thought about your last words?"
The muscles on A Jian's face twitched slightly, and his whole body tensed unconsciously, staring at Zhan Beihan like a beast ready to attack.
The atmosphere was tense.
Yao Wuchen suddenly poked his head out from behind him and said dissatisfiedly: "Hey, he has changed his name now. He is no longer called Tu Renxiong, but Ajian!"
Zhan Beihan didn't even bother to look at him, and said coldly: "What are you doing standing still? Why don't you come here!"
"Who are you talking to?" Yao Wuchen wrinkled his nose.
"..."
Xiao Lingyue was silent for a second, then walked around the mess on the ground with the dagger in her hand and walked towards Zhan Beihan.