Yun Ziyou didn't speak, just looked at her quietly. After a while, he reached out to help her up. His handsome face was full of solemnity, and his slender jade-like hands brushed the hair beside her ears.
, said in a deep voice, "Don't worry, I won't let anything happen to the child, but you, how can you still travel a long distance with your body like this?"
Yan Xiaoyu nodded and put the baby into Yun Ziyou's arms. Her white fingers gently touched the baby's soft cheek. The baby opened his eyes and smiled at Yan Xiaoyu.
Yan Xiaoyu did not dare to face his pure and innocent smile. She turned her head away, choked with sobs, and turned away.
The baby suddenly cried uneasily, she covered her mouth and left the hall with tears streaming down her face.
Yun Ziyou handed the baby to the ghost woman and followed him, following the elegant figure from a distance.
The child's cries became louder and louder. Yan Xiaoyu squatted down and sobbed softly. Yunzi swam forward and helped Yan Xiaoyu up, "Let's go, I will send you to find Xiao Ninglan. He is still waiting for you at Zhongnan Mountain..."
Yan Xiaoyu wiped away the tears on her cheeks with the back of her hand and looked back in the direction of the hall. Suddenly, a group of men in black flashed out from both directions of the hall door, each holding a long sword. The cold swords radiated coldness in the sun.
Under the biting cold light, they filed in one by one.
Yan Xiaoyu forgot to cry and looked in the direction of the hall with her mouth wide open. She shook her head, "There are assassins, assassins..."
Yun Ziyou just turned around and saw that all the assassins had jumped into the hall. He looked stern and his heart tightened for no reason. The Qinggong of these people had actually reached such a level. With his cultivation level, he didn't even hear the slightest sound.
He could no longer take care of Yan Xiaoyu. In a flash, his pure white figure appeared at the door of the hall.
In the main hall, there was a panic, with the hag holding the baby wrapped in yellow swaddling clothes and hiding around. The guards standing on both sides turned a blind eye to the assassin. They just silently guarded the door and blocked the way out.
Yun Ziyou stretched out his hand to knock down the two guards, but a man in black came forward and trembled with him. When he discovered the assassin, he already knew that the martial arts skills of the assassin were extraordinary, but now that they actually fought, he realized that he had met the real person in the world.
Master.
The man in black quickly took control of the situation in the main hall. The old prince had a long sword on his neck, his plump body was already covered in paint, and the hag held the child and stared at the visitor with gritted teeth.
Yun Ziyou fought against the man in black and was restrained at every turn. The man seemed to know his martial arts skills. He simply moved fast enough, and he even fought to a draw with the man in black.
Yan Xiaoyu rushed over with a pale face. She bit her lower lip and looked at the chaos. In the hall, the man in black was about to stab the child with his long sword, but the hag retreated tremblingly.
She no longer has martial arts. If her martial arts were still there, how could she still take these people seriously?
When the cold sword pierced the baby's body, an earth-shattering explosion sounded. The gun in Yan Xiaoyu's hand emitted green smoke. She opened her eyes wide and looked at everything with awe.
Everyone was frightened by this sound. They had never seen such a powerful weapon. They forgot to cut down the sword in their hands. Everyone looked at Yan Xiaoyu blankly. Yan Xiaoyu stood at the door with a gun, looking at everyone coldly.
The assassin closest to the man in black who fell to the ground suddenly sneered. He shook his sword and the sword flowers bloomed. "Don't be afraid of her. The weapon in her hand can shoot up to three bullets..."
Yan Xiaoyu's heart moved. Ever since she was tortured by Wei Yifang and her soul left, Aya returned the gun to her, and the pistol never left her body. How did they know that there were four bullets left in the pistol?
As soon as the man in black said the words, the guards on both sides seemed to understand the meaning of his words, and they all blocked the door.
Yun Ziyou was furious, these bastards actually rebelled at this time, or were they the people placed by the assassins around the old prince from the beginning?
The moves in his hand were a bit more fierce. The guards were already blocking the door, covering all the scenes in the hall. Yan Xiaoyu turned the pistol, wanting to kill the people in front of him, but he was afraid that if the bullets ran out, the people inside would not die.
Easy to deal with.
Yan Xiaoyu's face suddenly turned pale with a scream. It was the voice of the hag. They killed the hag, what will happen to the child?
As if the potential in her body was stimulated, she shouted and rushed into the hall with a gun. Yun Ziyou also swept away the guard at the door and received two swords from the assassin to clear the way for her.
Yan Xiaoyu almost stopped breathing when she looked at the scene in the hall. The ghost woman fell there covered in blood. She held a crying baby tightly in her arms, and her blood snaked on the baby's face, which was shocking.
The assassin saw the hag hugging the child in a protective posture, and kicked the hag far away. She vomited a large mouthful of blood, and her bony hands were stained with eye-catching red, reaching for the baby not far away.
The assassin's long sword was raised high, and the blood-stained sword slashed towards the baby's neck. There was a flash of light, a gunshot, and the assassin fell there.
The old prince roared and struggled towards the baby in a pool of blood on the ground. He looked up to the sky and cursed in grief, "The Wei family is so heartless that they will not let go of an infant child. God is blind, blind..."
Yan Xiaoyu's hands couldn't help but tremble, and Yaozhi's blood flowed down her arms. She turned back and looked at the assassin behind her sternly. The assassin was so frightened by her gaze that he even forgot to pull out the long sword pierced on her shoulder.
Down.
Another man in black rushed towards the baby. Yan Xiaoyu did not move, but moved her wrist up and pulled the trigger. With the sound of the gun, the man in black behind her withdrew the long sword on her shoulder. The blood-stained long sword was
Once I found the location of her heart on her back.
The hag was still trying to struggle, but the sword slashed across her neck. She fell into a pool of blood with her eyes open, unable to move.
The baby's cry was particularly loud in the blood-smelling hall. When the long sword pierced Yan Xiaoyu's body, Yun Ziyou had already killed him. His eyes were scarlet and his fair face was stained with blood, like a murderous man from hell.
Shura.
The soft sword in his hand was deadly. Many men in black fell under his sword. No one knew why he suddenly changed his martial arts path. No one knew where the soft sword in his hand came from.
Come.
After realizing his danger, many men in black surrounded him. Yan Xiaoyu was already in danger. It was too late for her to turn around and save herself. Moreover, she wanted to see her child, the child crying in a pool of blood.