Chapter 70 Are You Moved? At the critical moment, Yang Feng stabbed Xiao Yan with his sword. Xiao Yan immediately blocked it with the sword. There was a hissing sound when the sword blade stabbed the sword. Xiao Yan took several steps back, just before he was about to
When he fell off the ring and was lifted, he stopped his body with his right foot on the stage. However, his body still suffered internal injuries, and some blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.
Yang Feng couldn't bear it, "You have already lost, why are you still holding on?"
"There are two ways to lose. One is to be knocked down under the ring, and the other is to die on the ring. I can only lose in one way, which is to die on the ring." Xiao Yan said firmly, she had not forgotten Jing Yi just now.
Ronghe said what he said.
There was a little anger in Yang Feng's reluctant eyes, "You are simply torturing yourself! You don't want your life, don't you?!"
"My life belongs to the Crown Princess." Xiao Yan struck out with a palm, and Yang Feng immediately took half a step back. Xiao Yan jumped behind Yang Feng and stood in the center of the ring, "I will not lose."
Yang Feng had no choice but to pick up the sword again, "Me too."
The two continued to fight. In fact, everyone present could see that Xiao Yan was already at the bottom. If it had been anyone else, she would have given in defeat, and they didn't know why they were holding on desperately. Yang Feng did not give Xiao Yan anything.
He had a chance to counterattack, but he also showed mercy to her, at least he didn't kill her directly with one sword.
Everyone who practices martial arts knows that when faced with such a difficult opponent, the best way is to kill the opponent, otherwise she will only pester him forever.
"You will exhaust yourself to death!" Yang Feng couldn't bear it and roared at Xiao Yan.
Xiao Yan saw the pain in Yang Feng's eyes, and her heart tightened, feeling that it was even more painful than the injury she suffered just now, "I'm sorry."
"You are not only torturing yourself, you are also torturing me!" Yang Feng finally said it out. He was unwilling to continue fighting with Xiao Yan. Xiao Yan would only exhaust herself to death. Taking a fancy to Xiao Yan's weakness, Yang
Feng closed his eyes and kicked Xiao Yan. The best way was to make her fall off the ring.
When everyone thought Xiao Yan was going to fail, Xiao Yan clung to the edge of the ring with both hands, then flew down on the ring with all her strength, wiping the blood on her mouth, "I said, I will only die.
In the ring."
"Do you think if I kill you, you will be happy in this life?" Yang Feng's eyes were full of pain.
Xiao Yan understands Yang Feng's affection, she understood it last time, but will Yang Feng understand her own affection? In this world, except for the crown princess, she will only die willingly at his hands. She will never be able to be with him and him.
The Crown Princess chose him because she had no reason to live without the Crown Princess. But Xiao Yan couldn't do it to hurt him. She was so glad that her martial arts skills were not as good as his. She was so glad that she couldn't hurt him, otherwise she would
Life would be worse than death.
"I'm sorry," Xiao Yan understands Yang Feng's pain and all his inner thoughts, but now except for these three words, except for this heart, she can't give him what he wants. Since she can't give him what he wants, she might as well continue
This heart is hidden.
Xiao Yan still chose to continue. She stabbed Yang Feng with her sword, thinking that Yang Feng would still fight back this time. Unexpectedly, Yang Feng actually stood upright without moving. Xiao Yan hurriedly wanted to take it back, but unfortunately the sword energy was too strong.
, she was completely powerless and could only control her strength as much as possible.
The sword pierced Yang Feng's shoulder, but Xiao Yan was injured by herself trying to control the power of the sword. Her internal injuries deepened again, and more blood spilled from her mouth.
Yang Feng ignored the blade of the sword that penetrated his shoulder, and took a step forward because of Xiao Yan's worry. Xiao Yan immediately took a step back in surprise, not wanting to hurt him more.
Everyone looked at the scene on the ring inexplicably. King Junqi had no expression on his face, as if Yang Feng was not his subordinate nor was he on the stage for him.
Jing Yirong glanced at King Junqi. King Junqi was indeed calm enough. Now he was competing to see who was more willing to give up on his subordinates.
Nalan Qingyi looked at Jing Yirong and couldn't help but said, "Yirong, if this continues, they will both lose. Young Master Yang has saved Xiao Yan before, but this..."
"Do you want Zhijin to die?" Jing Yirong interrupted Nalan Qingyi, who was slightly stunned and stopped talking.
Yue Ya, who had been silent all this time, also looked at Jing Yirong, "Jing Yirong, your heart should be made of stone. Even Nalan Zhenqi can't bear to look at you anymore, but you can still continue to look at it."
Jing Yirong ignored Yue Ya, her eyes fell on Xiao Yan, and she couldn't bear to choose her, but Nalan Zhijin was still waiting for them to go back for treatment.
Xiao Yan pulled out her sword and said, "Mr. Yang, kill me."
"You know I can't kill you." Yang Feng was helpless.
"Since Mr. Yang said so, let's try the last move again." Xiao Yan held the sword, "We stand opposite each other and stab each other on the shoulder together. Whoever stabs the other's shoulder wins. If you stab
If it breaks my shoulder, I will admit defeat."
"Are you serious?" Yang Feng asked.
Xiao Yan nodded solemnly, "I won't lie to you."
"Okay." Yang Feng took a few steps back and pointed his sword at Xiao Yan's shoulder. "I won't let you do it this time. Even if I stab you, I will stab you."
"Me too." Xiao Yan picked up the sword again and turned her head slightly to look at Jing Yirong, with guilt in her eyes.
Jing Yirong frowned, always feeling that something was wrong.
The two of them ran towards each other at the same time, and when they were about to stab each other, Xiao Yan suddenly turned sideways slightly. Yang Feng looked at Xiao Yan in disbelief. She was looking for death! The place where his sword stabbed was not her shoulder.
It's her heart.
Yang Feng felt as if his heart was suffocating. People watching the battle couldn't help but be surprised by Xiao Yan's actions. What they admired even more was her stubbornness, which she would rather die than admit defeat.
Yang Feng's sword was about to hit Xiao Yan, and he even closed his eyes as if giving up. If he really killed Xiao Yan, he would have to die to apologize. Anyway, he would not have let King Junqi down.
A green figure suddenly appeared, pulling Xiao Yan back a step, holding the sword tightly with her right hand, and the sword stopped in mid-air. The movement of the green figure was so fast that no one could clearly see how she took Xiao Yan away.
Yes, when everything stopped, Jing Yirong stood in front of Yang Feng, blood flowing from his right hand.
"Young Madam!" Xiao Yan shouted in shock.
Duan Yuliu closed her fan and looked at the scene on the ring, frowning unconsciously. Compared with the last time, Jing Yirong's martial arts was much higher. If it had been anyone else at this speed, her fingers would have been cut off.
How could I still hold the sword if it was broken?
"Yirong!" Nalan Qingyi's heart ached, and she ran straight to Jing Yirong, jumped onto the ring, and held Jing Yirong's bleeding hand, "How is it? Does it hurt?"
Jing Yirong shook his head and jumped off the ring.
Yang Feng won this game, but the win was a bit thrilling. King Junqi couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. Even if it was just a glance, in his eyes, Jing Yirong should be a cold-blooded and ruthless person, but he didn't expect that he would shed tears for his subordinate in the end.
Blood.
Xiao Yan got off the ring and knelt in front of Jing Yirong, "This subordinate deserves to die."
"Get up," Jing Yirong let Nalan Qingyi apply the medicine for herself, "This matter is over, don't mention it again."
Xiao Yan understood that Jing Yirong didn't blame herself, but she felt a little guilty for Jing Yirong's injury.
Nalan Qingyi looked at Jing Yirong's blood-covered hands, her heart seemed to be squeezed tightly by a big hand, making her breathless. She slowly wiped away the blood for Jing Yirong and wiped it on her body.
He was carrying powdered medicine, and his eyes were filled with pity that he couldn't even detect.
Duan Yuliu squinted his fox eyes, taking in all Nalan Qingyi's movements and expressions. He raised the corner of his mouth with an unpredictable smile, half mocking, half sarcastic, and half happy.
In the end, the winner of the arena was Yang Feng, but this was only the first round of competition. Tomorrow is the second round of competition. There are three rounds of competition in three days. If the winners of the three rounds of competition are three people, then it will be determined by
The strange doctor Liu Mo will do things for whomever he is willing to do based on his own preferences. If the real person dares to disobey and cause trouble, Yuluo Village will not be a freeloader, and will of course protect the safety of the strange doctor Liu Mo.
Jing Yirong and Nalan Qingyi returned to the residence Duan Yuliu had arranged for them. Nalan Qingyi kept a sullen face and said nothing except occasionally checking whether Jing Yirong's hand was bleeding again.
Not a word was said.
Jing Yirong was not used to it. She was used to Nalan Qingyi's talkativeness and thoughtfulness. She didn't know what to do with the sudden silence. Even if they were sitting in the room, Nalan Qingyi only helped Jing Yirong pour tea.
, test poison, and not a single other word.
"Speak." Jing Yirong said stiffly.
Nalan Qingyi looked confused, "What did you say?"
Jing Yirong was stunned, "If you have nothing to say, just go out."
"I..." Nalan Qingyi was silent for a moment and sighed, "I also want to speak, but there seems to be something stuck in my heart, which makes me feel so dull that I can't even speak.
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"Are you injured?" Jing Yirong was surprised and worried.
Nalan Qingyi nodded, "I guess he was injured?"
"Where does it hurt?" Jing Yirong held up Nalan Qingyi's hand, but she couldn't find a pulse.
Nalan Qingyi held Jing Yirong's uninjured hand and put it on his chest, "It hurts here. I don't know why from the moment I saw your hand bleeding, it felt like a heavy stone was pressing down on me.
No matter how much I want to get rid of it, I just can't. Yi Rong, it's really boring here now."
Through her thin clothes, Jing Yirong could feel Nalan Qingyi's beating heart. The slow rhythm seemed to be pressed against something, a bit dull. The warmth of her body slowly poured into Jing Yirong through her fingertips.
In her body, Jing Yirong never knew that one person's temperature and mood could be transferred to another person through such a situation.
They must be too close, otherwise how could something like this happen, how could the two people's hearts seem to be connected.
Jing Yirong retracted her hand as if she was electrocuted. Only she knew the heat on her cheeks, and only she knew how much the rhythm of her heart had accelerated. The longer she stayed with Nalan Qingyi, the less she could control her heartbeat.
It's what she needs to be vigilant about.
Nalan Qingyi looked at Jing Yirong's confused background, and a smile slowly appeared at the corner of his mouth. He stepped forward and hugged Jing Yirong gently, "Are you a little bit attracted to me? Even just a little bit?"
Jing Yirong stepped away from Nalan Qingyi's arms and stayed far away. She was afraid of answering his questions.
Nalan Qingyi took another step forward, "If you don't want to answer, I won't ask."