Hatule suddenly held a knife in his hand, and both Xing Zhiying and Sangjimar were shocked. On the contrary, Huangfu Yingyang remained calm and said with a harmless smile: "Brother Ha has a good memory, so please do it."
Bar."
Listening to his tone, the two of them were about to have a fight. Although Xing Zhiying didn't know what was going on, she knew that Huangfu Yingyang was injured at the moment, so how could he fight with others anymore, so he quickly stepped forward and saluted: "Chief
Wait a minute, the little girl has something to report."
Hatule focused his eyes and said in a serious voice: "It has nothing to do with the girl, please don't interfere in this matter."
Xing Zhiying frowned slightly, and was about to say something to defend herself, when she saw a white-haired old man walking out from behind Hatul, and said something to him with a serious face.
After hearing this, Hatule's face darkened and he snorted something in reply. The old man was frustrated, shook his head and retreated with a sigh.
Xing Zhiying saw Hatule's cold and aloof attitude, and became even more worried and doubtful. Since Huangfu Yingyang knew that there would be such discord after coming, why did he rush to get into trouble?
At this time, Huangfu Yingyang had slowly approached and passed by Xing Zhiying. Xing Zhiying gritted her silver teeth and finally opened her hands to stop him: "Are you still going to make it? Don't hold on."
Huangfu Yingyang chuckled and said, "Don't get me wrong, Xiaoying'er. Brother Ha is a reasonable person. Why would he fight with others casually? Just be at ease."
Xing Zhiying was a little confused when she heard that Huangfu Yingyang didn't sound like he was lying. Since he wasn't going to do anything, why did he draw the sword? It couldn't be as a greeting gift, right? The thought just turned to this, but she saw Hatuler really raised his wrist.
, the blade of the saber in his hand turned around and was thrown straight in front of Huangfu Ying.
Huangfu Yingyang was not surprised. He reached out to catch the sword and praised it with a glance: "What a great sword! Only such a good sword is worthy of Brother Ha."
Xing Zhiying couldn't help but be surprised when she heard this. She had carefully looked at this knife just now, but it was not that outstanding. Now Huangfu Yingyang was flattering him here, which was really spineless.
She was quite dissatisfied in her heart, but after all, the fight had turned into jade, and everyone was finally happy. Xing Zhiying breathed a sigh of relief, but then she saw Huangfu Yingyang suddenly turned the handle of the knife over, and stabbed his chest with the knife!
Xing Zhiying turned pale with horror, screamed and rushed forward, crying in mourning: "What are you doing? Are you out of your mind and crazy?!"
As she spoke, she wanted to seal Huangfu Yingyang's acupoint to stop the bleeding, but he gently brushed it away. Then she saw him look calm, as if nothing happened and smiled lightly: "Brother Ha, look, is this stab enough?"
Hatul looked solemn, nodded and said: "Very good."
Xing Zhiying was already furious, and after hearing this, she couldn't hold it back anymore. Just as she was waiting to argue with Hatule, Huangfu Yingyang drew his sword in his hand, and Huo Di's sword was buried deep in his chest again!
The blood burst out, which was shocking. When Xing Zhiying saw this, she didn't care about anything else. She supported Huangfu Yingyang and said with tears: "Quickly stop...what's going on?!"
Huangfu Yingyang was hit hard one after another, and his face turned pale after all. He shook his head and forced a smile and said: "It doesn't matter, wait until I return the knife to Brother Ha."
As he spoke, he pulled out the saber. When Xing Zhiying saw two streams of blood flowing, she quickly responded in pain: "You can heal your wounds quickly, and I will return this saber to them."
Huangfu Yingyang glanced at Xing Zhiying and laughed, "Do you really care about me so much? Then listen to me, brother."
Xing Zhiying looked at Huangfu Yingyang's lazy look and couldn't help crying. Her lips were trembling and she couldn't speak. But when she was distracted, Huangfu Yingyang stabbed his chest again, and at the same time couldn't help but let out a cry.
A muffled groan.
Xing Zhiying felt as if she had been struck by thunder. In such a short period of time, she had been frightened many times in a row. Even a tough man might not be able to withstand it, let alone a slender girl like her?
Huangfu Yingyang felt a bit happy when he saw Xing Zhiying standing there blankly with tears streaming down his face. So he just blinked and said with a smile: "This is just right. It seems that Xiaoying'er has a deep love for me."
ah."
Tears flashed in Xing Zhiying's eyes, and she suddenly turned her back and shouted in a trembling voice: "Quickly die! I feel so peaceful after death. Hurry up and stab me a few more times. Keep stabbing me!"
Huangfu Yingyang felt even more happy when he heard Xing Zhiying's sincere words. The pain in his body seemed to have completely disappeared. He turned to Hatule with a smile and said, "How about it, Brother Ha, is this enough?"
Hatule's face softened slightly, and he glanced at Huangfu Yingyang and Xing Zhiying with amusement, then nodded slightly and said: "Three swords and six holes, the promise has been fulfilled, I won't embarrass you, please come in."
After saying that, he turned back and strode away without even asking for his sword. The people behind him were whispering to each other, with different expressions on their faces, and most of them left as well.
Only the white-haired old man from before quickly stepped forward and quickly treated Huangfu Yingyang's wounds without even having time to say anything.
Huangfu Yingyang still stood upright, with a grateful smile on his face and said: "Thank you, brother Wu Sang."
The old man named Wu Sang said without raising his head: "If you don't want to die, just shut up."
Huangfu Yingyang's smile did not diminish, but he kept silent as he was told. Xing Zhiying looked on coldly and couldn't help but hum: "You can still laugh at this time, are you really not afraid of death?"
After hearing this, Huangfu Yingyang showed an even more exaggerated smile, and Xing Zhiying became even more angry. At this moment, she saw Sangjimar approaching and said, "Sister, please be patient and wait until Uncle Yin and Yang wraps up the wound."
Xing Zhiying's pretty face turned red and she secretly cursed herself for being confused. She calmed down and said calmly, "Sister said before that Senior Ruiyang is here. Can you take me to visit?"
Sanjimar hesitated for a moment, then said awkwardly: "Let's wait for now. When Uncle Yin and Yang feels better, we can go together. What do you think, sister?"
Xing Zhiying quickly glanced at Huangfu Yingyang and said angrily: "This man doesn't take his life seriously, so why should we care about him? Sister, please be considerate. I really have something urgent and want to report it to Rui as soon as possible."
Senior Yang."
Sanjimar couldn't resist, so he had to bite the bullet and said: "Sister, don't get me wrong, it's not that I don't want to lead the way, it's just that it's still early, and the master may not have gotten up yet, so it's not appropriate to go there now."
Xing Zhiying was surprised when she heard this, and secretly thought that it was already past Chen hour, how could it be said that it was still early, not to mention that people who practice martial arts should not sleep too much, how could Senior Ruiyang not get up yet?
Although she couldn't help but murmur in her heart, she had already made it clear, and Xing Zhiying couldn't question it face to face, so she could only say sadly: "Then I'll follow my sister's wishes. I just ask her to remember this and take me with her once Senior Ruiyang gets up.
Go and pay homage."
Sanjimar was relieved and promised: "Sister, don't worry, even if I forget my name, I will not forget it. Ahem...you haven't had breakfast yet, why don't we go to my house together, my mother will definitely do it."