"Give it back to you!" Wei Yifang raised his hand and threw out a medicine bag from his sleeve. Yun Ziyou caught it neatly, took out an antidote from the bag, looked left and right, raised his hand, and threw the pill away.
Looking into the air, "Xiaoyu, then..."
Yan Xiaoyu caught the pill and smiled awkwardly at Wei Yifang from the roof beam. Does this guy need to be so arrogant?
She raised her head and took the medicine. She didn't seem to feel anything special. Yunzi swam below and shouted, "Come down and I'll catch you. There's a lot of dust up there!"
Yan Xiaoyu jumped down without hesitation, but a sharp arrow flew past the window. Yunzi swung around to catch the arrow, but Yan Xiaoyu was about to fall to the ground. Just as she closed her eyes, she felt that she had to fall.
When the dog ate shit, he was lucky enough to fall into a strong embrace.
She looked up and saw Xiao Ninglan's mocking eyes. She shrank in fear and tried to run away, but was hugged tightly by him.
Yun Ziyou frowned and looked at Xiao Ninglan, pointing the dead branch in his hand at him solemnly, "Let her go!"
Xiao Ninglan sneered, "What qualifications do you have to talk to me?"
"You don't deserve to stay by her side anymore!" The dead branch in Yun Ziyou's hand was already a little closer.
"Really?" Xiao Ninglan asked back, holding Yan Xiaoyu in her arms and pushing her hard. Yan Xiaoyu had already fallen into the hands of the surrounding secret guards.
He moved, and drew out the soft sword from his waist. It shone with cold light, like a swimming dragon.
Yan Xiaoyu was stamping her feet anxiously beside her. The two were already fighting. She didn't know martial arts and couldn't tell who had the upper hand. She saw two figures, one hundred, one and black, fighting together.
Yun Ziyou held the dead branch and obviously did not dare to face the enemy forcefully, but Xiao Ninglan did not take advantage of his weapon. After going back and forth, the two of them were inseparable.
Xiao Ninglan turned out to be really powerful. When he was the prince, he had always concealed his edge. Yan Xiaoyu looked at the comfort next to her and held her hostage. She stamped her feet fiercely and attacked them with her elbows.
The secret guard was watching the master battle between Yun Ziyou and Xiao Ninglan with bated breath. Although she failed to succeed with her attack, she found an opportunity to escape when the secret guard retreated. When the secret guard saw her escaping, he took the sword out of habit.
to stop.
Yun Ziyou turned his back to Yan Xiaoyu. Although he didn't know what happened, he heard the sound of the sword of the secret guard behind him and knew that something must have happened. Xiao Ninglan paused, looking at Li Yan Xiaoyu with burning phoenix eyes.
The closer the sword.
He did not dare to fight with Yun Ziyou, so he swung his soft sword, shook out the sword flower, and pushed away the secret guard's long sword. The secret guard had no intention of hurting Yan Xiaoyu, but just wanted to stop her from escaping. When he saw Xiao Ninglan's
The sword opened his own, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Yun Ziyou's dead branch stabbed Xiao Ninglan's chest mercilessly. At this time, it was too late for him to withdraw his soft sword and defend himself. With masters fighting each other, victory or defeat was decided by a single thought.
Seeing the dead branches piercing his chest as if they were alive, Wei Yifang shouted, "Your Majesty, don't -"
She flew in front of Xiao Ninglan, and the dead branch in Yun Ziyou's hand pierced her stomach. She looked at Yun Ziyou with a sad expression, covered her abdomen, and fell into Xiao Ninglan's arms.
Yun Ziyou was stunned there, and it wasn't until Yan Xiaoyu pulled his sleeve that he realized what he was doing, took out the Lanque Ling from his arms, threw it to Wei Yifang and said, "I didn't expect that you love him, it's true!
"
He calmly took Yan Xiaoyu and was about to leave, but Xiao Ninglan's eyes were burning with anger. She looked at their clasped hands and shouted coldly, "Yan Xiaoyu, are you sure you want to leave with him?"
Yan Xiaoyu paused, turned around, looked at Wei Yifang who was lying in a pool of blood, and said lightly, "Yes, you already have a woman in your arms who is willing to sacrifice everything for you. Cherish her well. We will not
See you again!"
Xiao Ninglan sneered, holding Wei Yifang with both hands, and nodded to the secret guard. The secret guard understood and whistled, and then someone dragged in several tortured women who were not human.
Looking closely, it was Ju Xiang and Mei Xiang. The leader was Aya. She knelt there unyielding. There were traces of being whipped on her face. When she struggled to get up, she was kicked hard by the guards behind her.
A kick.
Yan Xiaoyu became excited. She looked at the scarred Ju Xiang, with tears in her eyes, and cursed angrily, "Xiao Ninglan, that despicable and shameless villain, let them go!"
"I have never been an upright person, Yan Xiaoyu. It was you who forced us to get to this point. You can leave today, but these girls will be cut to pieces tomorrow!"
Without even looking at her again, he hugged Wei Yifang and strode towards the direction of Taiyuan Hospital.
Yan Xiaoyu covered her face with her hands and began to cry. Yun Ziyou sighed, "If I told you to leave now and I will rescue them tomorrow, you would definitely not agree, right?"
Yan Xiaoyu pushed Yun Ziyou away and turned around crying. Her back was hunched over, and her tears fell on the dusty ground, rolling continuously, "Ziyou, I'm sorry, please go..."
Seeing her crying figure running away, Yun Ziyou frowned in disappointment. The moment he stabbed Xiao Ninglan with a dead branch and Wei Yifang helped him block it, he clearly felt her nervousness. When she pulled her
When she touched his sleeve, he clearly saw the condemnation in her eyes.
She still likes Xiao Ninglan, right? Maybe she doesn't even know that she already likes Xiao Ninglan.
Looking at the tears rolling on the ground, he jumped up and disappeared over the palace.
The atmosphere in the imperial hospital was tense. The emperor was sitting on the couch with concentration, his expression extremely ugly. Concubine Yan, who was supposed to be in Furong Temple, was standing next to him crying. The queen, who was pregnant with the dragon heir, was lying on the bed covered in blood.
In the emperor's arms, her blood wet his clothes.
Wei Yifang grabbed Xiao Ninglan's clothes tightly, her face was pale, she was trembling and breathless, "Ning Lan, I'm sorry, I didn't protect your child..."
"A Fang, stop talking. I'm sorry for you!" Xiao Ninglan held Wei Yifang's hand. He held her hand nervously as he watched the doctor prepare to pull out the dead branches from her belly.
Wei Yifang's forehead was dripping with cold sweat. She turned back and glanced at Yan Xiaoyu. When the doctor was about to pull out the dead branches, she stopped slowly and said, "Wait a minute, I have something to say."