"Shut up!" Feng San glanced at Qingzhu coldly and said sternly.
"Qingzhu..." Feng Qiye said weakly, with an obvious warning.
Zhuo Ye looked at Feng Qi blankly, feeling a little worried and confused. From Qingzhu's words, she seemed to smell something, but she couldn't figure it out...
"Ahem...I'll be fine, don't worry..." Feng Qi said softly.
"Stop talking." Feng San said in a deep voice. After saying that, he reached out and took the feather arrow in Feng Qi's hand. He looked at it carefully and remained silent.
At this time, a boat came quickly on the lake. Before it got too close to Zhuo Ye's boat, several people jumped over.
Zhuo Ye was startled at first and looked up, only to see that the leader was one of the other two guards.
"This subordinate was careless. I didn't expect that someone would do something on the lake. Please punish me, Your Majesty!" The guard came to Feng San and knelt down with a thud.
Seeing this, several people behind him also knelt down.
"Go back and get the stick for eighty years!" Feng San said coldly.
"Thank you, Lord, for your gentle punishment!" the guard kowtowed.
Feng San threw the feather arrow in his hand to the guard and said coldly: "Check which organization it is! Leave no one alive!" After saying that, he helped Feng Qi up and jumped onto the boat brought by the guard first.
Zhuo Ye looked at Feng San, who exuded the aura of a hellish Shura, and couldn't help but shudder in his heart, leaving no one alive? What is the concept? She couldn't imagine...
For someone like her who grew up in the era of socialist legal system, this kind of life-and-death thing is too strange and too scary...
"Yes!" The guard took the arrow and stood up.
The group of people waited to change boats to leave.
"Cough...cough..." On the carriage, Feng Qi vomited two more mouthfuls of blood, and then kept coughing.
"Seventh Young Master..." Zhuo Ye whispered anxiously, reaching out and patting Feng Qi's back.
"Stay away from my young master!" Qingzhu pushed Zhuo Ye away and stared at her with tears in his eyes: "Humph! A woman of unknown origin is worthy of the young master risking his life to save you!"
Qingzhu came on horseback, but this time he insisted on coming to the car to take care of Feng Qi, so Feng San let him get up.
"Cough... Qingzhu! Shut up!" Feng Qi said, and spit out a large mouthful of purple-red blood.
Qingzhu shut up, bit his lips, and wiped the corners of Feng Qi's mouth in a panic.
Zhuo Ye opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say. She felt aggrieved, helpless and worried at the same time. She leaned against the car wall and secretly lamented, who did she provoke?
Feng San's face was frighteningly gloomy. He opened and closed his hands, and finally, as if he had made up his mind, he took out the porcelain bottle and poured out another pill.
"Third, third master... if you take this... you will get two months' worth of medicine..." Qingzhu said hesitantly.
Feng San remained silent, glanced at Qingzhu, and then stuffed the pill into Feng Qi's mouth.
Facing Feng San's cold gaze, Qingzhu couldn't help but shrink his neck subconsciously.
After Feng San was silent for a while, he suddenly said in a deep voice: "It's important now!" After a pause, he said firmly and firmly: "I won't let anything happen to him!"