At this time, another man had reached out to hold the fallen Xi Yan in his arms. This man was wearing a black robe.
His body is extraordinary, his complexion becomes whiter and smoother like fine jade, and his facial features are deep and handsome like a mixed-race person.
The sword-carved lips showed a concerned expression at this time.
Looking at the woman in his arms, there was a trace of surprise on his face. This woman's face was so familiar, especially the beauty mark.
His memory was still fresh. It was her, it was indeed her. He remembered that this woman was the assassin in the woods that day.
When he thought that his majestic emperor was actually being plotted and was still in the wilderness, he felt extremely depressed.
But at this moment, he saw that the woman's face was slightly frowning. Her eyes were trying to open and she was staring at him stubbornly.
Perhaps because of her blurred consciousness, Xi Yan only had eyes that wanted to kill someone in her mind at this time.
But she knew that she might lose her innocence, and she couldn't help but shed tears. No matter how good her martial arts were,
But now she had to be at the mercy of others. Her desperate eyes and pursed lips made Fulin suddenly feel excited.
Suddenly there was a feeling of sympathy for him. He was also in the same situation. The mother's strength,
Dorgon's power made him struggle like a puppet. But he still refused to give up like this. He wanted to persevere.
He has to grit his teeth and wait for the end of Dorgon. Waiting to become an emperor with imperial power in hand.
He gently wiped the tears from the corners of the eyes of the woman in his arms and said softly, "Don't worry."
Those words "don't worry" made Xi Yan feel at ease inexplicably. The anesthetic became more and more powerful.
Finally, unable to resist, he passed out.
Seeing that Xiyan had passed out, Fulin raised his head and looked at Wutongzi in front of him.
When those majestic eyes glanced at Wutongzi, everyone couldn't help but gasp.
There is a kind of majesty in this person that makes everyone fear him.
Who is this? Is there such a person in the world? Wutongzi, thinking about it quickly in his heart, was secretly angry at the same time.
It's such a bad day today. Why did I meet such a troublesome person?
When I saw that man's Kung Fu just now, I knew that his internal strength was far superior to him.
He never imagined that the man in front of him was Bo Guoer, one of the top ten warriors of the Qing Dynasty.
Bo Guoer learned Kung Fu from the best master in Manchuria, Yue Yunzi, whom even the abbot of Shaolin respected.
Wutongzi thought about it for a long time, but couldn't guess the identity of the person in front of him, so he boldly cursed, "Who is that person?
Are you tired of living if you dare to interfere with my affairs?" He winked and made all the Qingcheng disciples gather around him.
They all have poison darts in their hands. They in Qingcheng don't care about the rules of a prestigious family. They want whatever they want. Who?
They all went straight up. But this time they miscalculated and bumped into someone they shouldn't have touched.
Fulin looked at their little actions coldly, just smiled coldly, and then gave Bogor a look.
Bogor understood and sneered at those people, "It seems that you really don't want to drink wine as a punishment, and you don't shed tears even if you don't see the coffin.
Then let you also have a taste of hidden weapons." After saying that, with a wave of his hand, the Qingcheng Sect disciples leaned forward and backward one by one.
Wutongzi shouted in pain when he saw his disciples' limbs were all low and rolling around on the ground.