Zhuo Ye's head was still awake, but his body seemed to have been immobilized and he didn't know how to move. Looking at the arrow that was coming towards him, he felt like crying and couldn't help but curse in his heart.
Tian: "Fuck! God! I won't let you die until you die..."
It's too late, but it's too soon! Feng Qi's steps suddenly changed. While using his extremely fast movement to narrowly avoid the arrow that was shot at him, he reached out and put his arm around Zhuo Ye's waist and moved to the side.
After taking Zhuo Ye out of the dangerous range, he couldn't dodge the arrow originally shot at Zhuo Ye...
Zhuo Ye was shocked: "Seventh Young Master!!"
"Linge!!"
"Master! Don't-!!"
Several anxious and frightened shouts sounded at the same time!
But they saw Feng Qi holding Zhuo Ye with one hand, stretching out the other hand, and accurately catching the last arrow...
From the arrow shooting, Feng San fell, the guard shot the arrow, Feng Qi dodged the arrow, and caught the arrow, this series of things only happened in an instant. Zhuo Ye had no time to think about Feng Qi's lightning-like movement and strange techniques.
Seeing him catch the arrow, the heart that had been raised in his throat finally fell back into his stomach, and he couldn't help but let out a long breath...
But when Feng San saw this, his expression became even more ugly. His clouded face was full of anger and grief. He roared, stabbed an assassin over with his sword, and knocked back several others who were fighting him.
Step forward, run towards Feng Qi...
Suddenly there was a whistle from the boat opposite. When the assassins heard the sound, they immediately stopped attacking, no longer entangled, and quickly jumped off the boat to evacuate, not forgetting to take the bodies of their companions with them before leaving...
No one paid attention to the evacuated assassins, and the two guards looked at Feng Qi worriedly.
"Young Master... Wuwu..." Qingzhu whimpered with despair, and staggered to Feng Qi: "Young Master... why do you want to catch the arrow..."
Zhuo Ye was a little confused, what is going on? Feng Qi, wasn't he not hit by the arrow? What are their expressions...
Zhuo Ye was confused. He turned to look at Feng Qi, only to see that Feng Qi's face was so pale that it was almost transparent. Big beads of sweat were dripping down his handsome face. The hand that was still holding the feather arrow was
Trembling slightly...
Zhuo Ye exclaimed: "Seventh Young Master, you...how are you?"
Feng San supported Feng Qi, pursed his lips tightly, took out a small porcelain bottle from Feng Qi's arms, poured out a soybean-sized biyingying pill, and handed it to his lips: "Take this first.
..." His tone sounds calm, but a careful person can easily detect the slight tremor in his voice...
Feng Qi pulled a smile from the corner of her mouth to reassure everyone, lowered her head to hold the pill in her mouth, but unexpectedly a large mouthful of purple-red blood spurted out from her mouth... On Feng Qi's snow-white clothes, blossoms of coquettish flowers bloomed instantly.
And the dazzling blood flowers...
"Linge!" Feng San whispered, the hand holding the medicine paused, and then he quickly stuffed the medicine into Feng Qi's mouth.
"Young Master!! Wuwu... Young Master..." Qingzhu wiped the blood from the corner of Feng Qi's mouth and cried miserably.
"What...what is going on?" Zhuo Ye asked with a trembling voice as he looked at the abnormally colored and shocking blood stains on Feng Qi's clothes.
"It's not because of you! The young master can't use his internal power at all, but he took the arrow filled with internal power for you! You idiot!" Qingzhu turned his head and shouted angrily at Zhuo Ye.