Yun Ziyou nodded, held Yan Xiaoyu's waist, used his palm wind to avoid layers of heat waves, and jumped left and right. When he rushed out of the fire, he saw two powerful crossbows, long arrows as thick as his arms, flashing.
The cold light.
He frowned solemnly. If he forced himself out, he might be shot through his body, but if he retreated, the tent would collapse and the two of them would be buried in the fire together.
"Xiaoyu..." He called her name so gentle for the first time, and his beautiful eyebrows frowned into a graceful curve, "What should I do? I seem to really fall in love with you..."
Yun Ziyou looked at Yan Xiaoyu with some resentment. Yan Xiaoyu couldn't move, so she could only look at his eyes calmly, "We will die here, right?"
There was no fear in her tone, as calm as if asking about sparse and ordinary things. Yun Ziyou looked at her apologetically. He no longer retreated. His whole body protected her under him. He broke through the wind and walked, Yan Xiaoyu's
His eyes were blocked by his body until he raised his hand and cut the long arrow shot at Yan Xiaoyu's body. Looking at Yan Xiaoyu who was safe in his arms, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, "Xiaoyu..."
Yan Xiaoyu's body kept flying and moving with him. Her intuition, the two bodies were sinking. Then she saw the long arrow piercing into his chest, the cold arrows, accompanied by drops of blood, she
I clearly felt his trembling.
She wanted to scream, but couldn't scream. Tears had already fallen in an uproar. She felt the pain of her heart being pierced. The pain made her heart burst into tears. Her world was cracking a gap, and Yun Ziyou was still smiling.
I smiled a little helplessly and had some vicissitudes of life.
Finally, he said to her, "Xiaoyu, I'm sorry..."
She could not hear his voice, only saw his lips. The moment before she fainted, she remembered his desolate eyes. He saved her with his life, but said to her, "I'm sorry..."
Yan Xiaoyu was unconscious for three days. Xiao Ninglan also took back all the military power of the King of Xiangnan, without using swords and guns, without spending a single soldier. His scheming was indeed unmatched, and his scheming was indeed unlimited.
Yan Xiaoyu woke up and suddenly realized for a moment. Shouldn’t she die with Yun Ziyou? Before she fainted, she clearly saw Yun Ziyou covered in blood, his beautiful but pale cheeks, and his charming but bright eyes.