A streak of blood splashed on the screen of the brewing room. The strong smell of blood filled the room. The lamp was knocked to the ground by a force of gravity and rolled several times on the wooden floor. The fire was extinguished instantly.
Suddenly, the whole room was filled with dark ink, and you couldn't see your fingers. The murderous aura and thick blood of Man Ting were almost suffocating!
General Mansion Lanxi Garden
"Ah, no!" A voice full of panic suddenly sounded in the night!
The pear wood bed collapsed, and Wanyan Che was awakened by the nightmare he had just had, almost frightening him to the point of losing all his sanity.
In his dream, he saw his wife Gu Xiyan's blue shirt stained with blood. Her pale face was dazzling in the night. The strong smell of blood filled his dream, causing him to wake up from such a real dream.
Heavily breathing sounds were heard in the room. Wanyan Che stretched out his sleeves and wiped them. The bottom of his sleeves were completely wet. At this time, his face was covered with sweat. He looked around with sharp eagle eyes. It was as usual under the few lights, except that the bloody
The smell is so real, so strong that it makes you sick!
I don't know if the lingering fear of being frightened by the nightmare is still there, but Wanyan Che only felt that the smell of blood in his nose was very strong. His handsome face turned pale for a moment. He stood up, opened the door and shouted: "Come here, come quickly!"
The loud and loud sounds were very abrupt and harsh at night, breaking the dead silence.
The two generals guarding the backyard heard the sound and came back, clasping their fists in a well-trained manner: "My subordinates are here! What are your orders, General!"
"Can you smell the smell of blood in Lanxi Garden?" Wanyanche asked.
When the two generals heard this, they looked confused. After looking at each other, they reported to the general: "General Qi, my subordinates did not smell the smell of blood in Lanxi Garden!"
"Really?" Wanyanche narrowed his eyes and asked again.
"Don't dare to deceive the general!" the two generals replied with fists clasped again.
Wanyan Che had a complicated look on his face, raised his hands and said, "Go down!"
Although the two generals were puzzled, they saw that the general looked bad and thought it was due to busy work and fatigue, so they ordered them to leave.
At this time, when he was almost ugly, Wanyan Che felt inexplicably restless. All he could think about was Jun Ziyan's appearance. He wished he was in the 'Yu Fengxuan' now, so close to each other but separated by two feet.
He felt very unsettled and unsteady, as if she would disappear at any moment.
With such anxious thoughts, Wanyanche did not dare to hesitate and quickly changed his clothes. Now he just wanted to see Jun Ziyan with his own eyes and ensure her safety before he could rest assured.
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Lingfeng Pavilion
In front of the window lattice, a woman in snow gauze caressed her belly and smiled coldly at the cold waning moon. She murmured to herself in a cold and cold voice: "My child, you will be born in seven months, mother.
I have to remove all obstacles for you."
The soft voice of the rose was eerie and cold in the night. When I looked up at the moon, something fierce flashed across my face!
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For a moment, Jun Ziyan only felt that when the iron fan of the masked man was a few centimeters away from his neck, his shoulder was sucked by a strong wind and he narrowly avoided the iron fan.
The silver-clad man's eyes narrowed, his body suddenly flashed, the wind was blowing under his sleeves, the iron fan returned to his hand again, and he threw it backhand again.
A gray shadow flashed, and a silver chain like a spiritual snake broke through the air, firmly entangled with the iron fan of the man wearing silver. The man in gray swung his wrist, and the iron fan entangled by the silver chain seemed to leave the string.
He flew away through the air and attacked the man with the silver weapon. Waves of murderous aura filled the air.
The fan was spinning out like a disk, and Senci's voice was piercing the diaphragm. The figure of the silver-clad man jumped up, his white clothes flashed like a lone figure, and he blew a puff of air in the direction of Jun Ziyan.
There was a flash of light from the blade, and the man in gray changed his expression. He waved his hand fiercely and hit the silver chain. The weapons collided with each other, making a 'ding-ding' sound.
The silver-clad man tapped the handle of the iron fan lightly with his toes, and then put more force under his feet. Sen Bai's figure landed on the ground, and the iron fan was firmly restrained by him, and he stepped hard on the ground. Sen Zhe's eyes narrowed, and he lifted the iron fan under his feet.
Kick up and spin around to catch it.
Leng Sen's voice was horrifying: "Mr. Jun, why bother? Wouldn't it be nice to go on a good journey? Wouldn't it be cruel to have someone be buried with you!"
Blood flowed down his wrist drop by drop, and the drops fell to the ground. The blood was about to spread. Jun Ziyan's face turned pale. Hearing the other party's arrogant remarks, although he was extremely annoyed, he was unable to fight back.
Her shoulders were now stained red with blood, and the strong smell of blood filled her tense senses. She didn't even know when she was attacked.
Suddenly, the lamp was knocked to the ground by a force of gravity and rolled several times on the wooden floor. The fire was extinguished instantly.
The two men in gray clothes threw the silver chains in their hands at the same time. The man in silver clothes spun around, and his white figure instantly transformed into a floating figure. In the blink of an eye, he actually transformed into three bodies. The iron fan in his hand opened and was thrown backhand, and it instantly became round.
Circling around.
For a moment, cold light flashed, sparks flew everywhere, and the sounds of two people clashing with each other hit their ears, which was heartbreaking.
I shuddered when I heard the gentleman's words.
His chest was clearly not hit by the iron fan, but it was bleeding like a sudden opening. Seeing that the man with silver gear was entangled by two uninvited guests, Jun Ziyan covered his chest with one hand and groped for a path in the dark, heading towards the building railing.
Go, luckily she didn't close the window bars in the corridor tonight, and she could barely walk downstairs with the moonlight. As long as there was a chance of survival, she would not treat herself badly.
The cold moonlight reflected on his shirt made Jun Ziyan's face become paler and his breathing became weaker.
Suddenly, he stumbled under his feet, and his body rolled down in a panic. A surge of blood surged up, and the gentleman spat out wildly: "Pfft -" and his consciousness suddenly fell into darkness.
Riding a horse and galloping all the way, Su Sha Jue rushed to Yu Fengxuan, followed by hundreds of elite soldiers. Once they arrived at Yu Fengxuan, hundreds of elite soldiers surrounded Yu Fengxuan.
The sound of weapons clashing on the stacks made people feel chilling. With an order, Duan Mu broke through the door with dozens of people. In an instant, an iron fan flew through the air, causing the magnetic field to vibrate and blood to splash.
A fierce battle is about to begin.
Seeing the elite soldiers from Prince Su's palace attacking and surrounding them, the man in silver armor smiled coldly, wind blew under his sleeves, and the iron fan struck back again.
Just as the two silver chains of Su Cang and Su Yan were about to wrap around his waist and capture him, Sen Bai's body transformed into a flash. He tiptoed lightly on the railing of the building and jumped in the air. Sen Bai's figure flashed like a ghost.
Leave the brewing room.
"Bring me the king's bow and arrows!" Su Shajue saw Iron Fan Wuming finally appear and gave a cold command.
The bow and arrow in his hand were stretched out, and three long arrows were ready to go. The sharp arrows glowed with a cold light in the night.
Su Shajuetan's eyes narrowed, and he aimed at the iron fan's nameless Senbai figure, which transformed into three, and fired three arrows in volley.
"咻- -" The arrows from the string were like fierce leopards and flying tigers, aiming at the charming and changing figure of the Iron Fan Wuming Forest and shooting in three directions.
The flying arrows behind him were like fierce leopards and tigers, chasing after him tightly. The iron fan Wuming narrowly dodged left and right. His mask flashed, his eyes narrowed slightly, he turned around, and the iron fan in his hand was about to fly away again.
Unexpectedly, his chest suddenly suffocated, a surge of blood surged up, and he shot the opponent's vital point with a deadly shot. In Qianhui's shot, Iron Fan Wuming immediately cut off the long arrow with Iron Fan, and retreated steadily.
The night wind was cold, blowing up Iron Fan Wuming's hair, his eyes flashed, and he showed a sneer to the elegant man on the mount.