"It's you who will die!" With a long roar in the sky, Qing Glaze's figure appeared on Qingfeng's side, and the long sword that was still dripping with blood in his hand picked up the long whip in the masked man's hand.

As soon as the masked man's hand was released, the long whip was thrown high by the force of the blue-glazed sword body and hung on the tree on the right side.

"It was so timely to come back. Aomine nodded to the green glaze and solemnly handed over the task of fighting the enemy to the green glaze. "This person will be handed over to you, and I, the personal secret guard, will be changed to guard the glass master. ”

As soon as the words fell, Qingfeng flew to the pavilion regardless of righteousness and stood beside Ji Liuli.

"......" The corners of Qing Glaze's mouth twitched slightly, he knew that when he returned to the Thunder Courtyard, he should have fallen directly into the pavilion to protect Ji Liuli, why did he come to help this usually ungrateful Qing Feng on the spur of the moment?

Qing Glaze could only shake his head helplessly, and resigned himself to the man in black in front of him.

Qingfeng's side was replaced by Qing Glaze, and Qingyong's side also came to help.

Qinghu, who had just returned to the Thunder Courtyard, stood on the eaves and overlooked Qingyong and another masked man on the ground, seeing that Qingyong's abdomen had been stained red with blood, Qinghu flew down and fell in front of Qingyong, opening his arms to protect Qingyong behind him. "Qingyong, you step aside. ”

Although Qingyong is said to be the Ming Wei in the Thunder Courtyard, his skills can be said to be the worst of the Ming Wei and the Dark Guard, and it is a relatively unreliable thing to let Qing Yong fight with the enemy, if he hadn't exchanged opponents with Qing Feng before, I'm afraid it would not be as simple as an abdominal injury now.

"Thanks, Green Fox. Without hesitation, Qing Yong retreated into the pavilion and handed over the difficult task of fighting the man in black to Qing Fox.

Ji Liuli saw Qing Yong come to her side, and stretched out her hand to beckon Qing Yong to sit down on the round bench. "Qingyong, sit down, I'll heal you. ”

"Don't bother, Master Li. Qing Yong politely refused Ji Liuli's treatment, although Ji Liuli said before that he would help them heal, but Ji Liuli was the master after all, how dare he bother Ji Liuli?" When Qinghuang comes back, let him bandage me. ”

Ji Liuli was not annoyed by Qingyong's refusal, but just asked Qingyong again what he meant. "Are you sure?"

"Yes. Qingyong nodded, he really didn't want to bother Ji Liuli.

"Since you don't want me to heal you, I won't force you. Ji Liuli smiled understandingly. Turned around and picked up the bowl of chicken soup that was not yet cold and took another sip, and said earnestly. "I hope the knife that hurt your abdomen wasn't poisoned~~"

After hearing Ji Liuli's words, Qingyong's body stiffened, and he quickly sat down next to Ji Liuli, and asked Ji Liuli solemnly. "There's a master of Laoli!"

"Really good~" Ji Liuli gently stroked Qingyong's long flowing hair that was just fixed on the back of her head as if she were touching a small animal, and then looked at Qingfeng on the side. "Aomine. Lend me your sword. ”

"Master Li, the sword has no eyes. "Qingfeng is worried that the soft sword will hurt Ji Liuli. "Whatever you want, let your subordinates do it for you. ”

"That's fine. Ji Liuli pointed to the belt that Qingyong's abdomen was red with blood. "The belt is not easy to untie, help me get it open. ”

Aomine walked behind Qing Yong with the long sword in his hand, and cut Qing Yong's belt with the blade of the soft sword.

Ji Liuli reached out and took off the belt that had been cut, and then separated the robe on Qing Yong's body with her hands, lifted several layers of Qing Yong's shirt and pushed it to Qing Yong's chest. "Catch. ”

Qing Yong raised his hand and was about to grab several layers of undershirt on his chest, but Ji Liuli opened it with his hand.

Qing Yong wondered, didn't he let him grab his shirt, why did he slap his hand away again?

"Aomine, you catch. Ji Liuli looked up at Qingfeng behind Qing Yong. "You take a step further and let Qingyong's body lean against you. Otherwise, I won't be able to bandage him. ”

"......" Qingfeng was speechless, and stepped forward to serve as a human cushion for Qingyong.

Still, it's better to be a human cushion here than to fight the man in black, right?

Although he is strong in martial arts, he is the one who dislikes fighting the most, and he doesn't like to kill, so all his weapons and hidden weapons are smeared with drugs instead of poison.

But if the situation forced him to kill someone, of course he would not be merciful, because he had a mission to protect his master, didn't he?

Qingfeng raised his hand and took over several layers of blood-soaked shirts belonging to Qingyong in Ji Liuli's hand, and looked boredly at the few people fighting on the left and right.

Ji Liuli's whole person is like an almighty treasure bag. He took out one thing after another from his bosom that could heal wounds.

Ji Liuli first took out a small porcelain bottle and poured all the liquid in the small porcelain bottle into Qing Yong's abdomen with a knife wound.

"Shhh Qing Yong gasped in pain, he didn't need to ask to know that the transparent liquid that Ji Liuli poured on his wound was the best daughter red, how could he, who usually likes to drink his daughter's red the most, not know the taste of his daughter's red?

"......" Ji Liuli grinned when she saw Qing Yong in pain. Then he took out a small red porcelain bottle from his arms and handed it to Qing Yong. "Drink it, painkiller decoction. ”

Qing Yong endured the pain in her abdomen and took the small porcelain bottle in Ji Liuli's hand, pulled out the cork, and drank the painkiller decoction.

Ji Liuli put her hand into her arms again, took out a bundle of needles and threads, and began to thread the needles and threads.

When Ji Liuli slowly threaded the needle, the pain-relieving decoction that Qingyong drank also worked. Ji Liuli sewed up a long wound for Qingyong.

When Ji Liuli was concentrating on sewing Qing Yong's wounds, Qing Feng, who was watching the fight scene outside the pavilion, saw a man in black in the courtyard again, and just wanted to speak, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a familiar figure standing on the eaves on the right, so he obediently played the role of a human cushion.

A yellow-robed man on the eaves descended, blocking the third black-clothed man's footsteps as he tried to rush towards the pavilion. "Who's coming?"

"Damn!" the man in black cursed, and quickly jumped up, disappearing in a few jumps.

The yellow-robed man stared at the departing figure of the man in black, and did not move to chase after him, but just squatted down to pick up the things that the man in black had left here and put them in his arms.

The yellow-robed man flew up to the eaves again, standing in the same position he had stood in before.

The two black-clothed men who had been fighting for a long time in the Thunder Courtyard fell to the ground under the last attack of Qing Glaze and Qing Fox, panting wildly.

Qing Glaze and Qing Fox walked towards each other with the placket of the man in black, and when they threw the two men in black in a pile, the long sword in Qing Glaze's hand rested on the side of the neck of one of the men in black. "Tell me, who are you, and who is the one who ran away?" (To be continued.) )