The cold wind of the rainy night blows the salty taste of the sea. Ying Zizhen sat in front of Youruo's bed, his head bowed, his body trembling slightly, his nails deeply embedded in his palms. A great grief enveloped him, and his breathing seemed to become unobstructed.

The family in the medical hall stood in the distance, a little at a loss. The reluctance and grief that everyone has to go through is played out here every day. The warrior in front of him was trying to restrain all this, his coldness seemed to be innate, at such an age, how much pain and sorrow he had endured, so that he could put it all in his heart and endure it silently.

"Perhaps, she can still be saved. But it's hard!" the old man said as he broke the silence and turned to the cold figure.

Ying Zizhen turned his head sharply, his red eyes staring at the old man. The pale face was filled with endless longing in the light of the candle flame.

"I've heard that the sorcerer's healing techniques can heal such wounds, but they have always had little contact with people, and by the time you find them, I'm afraid it's too late. The old man did not dare to look directly at such a gaze, and became hesitant. "The other is the dwarven healing method, but these people have disappeared for nearly a hundred years, and it is not easy to find them. Can she survive now...... Alas, where are you going?"

Before the old man's words fell, Ying Zizhen had already picked up Youruo and disappeared into the rainy night, and two gold coins rolled down from the bed, making a "clang" sound.

The post house in Xiliang City is located in the center of the city not far from the royal palace. Four guards with knives guarded the main entrance of the inn, their hands on the hilts of their waists, keeping them on the necessary alert. The red lantern shone on them, and four long figures were projected on the ground, like iron casting.

In one of the rooms in the inn, the candle flame was blown by the breeze, and three swaying figures were projected on the carpet.

Ji Ya looked at Andrew and muttered, "Andrew, do you see the ribbon on Youruo's head? It's exactly the same as the one Feng Chenyang gave me!

The puzzle on his face was indestructible. "Who are you talking about, and how did you get there?"

The breeze outside the window with a drizzle gently knocked on the window lattice, and the sound of ticking never stopped.

Andrew said to Immortal, "We have seen Ying Zizhen, he brought a beautiful little girl, and Ji Ya is talking about that little girl. ”

The immortality is even more confusing. "What does Feng Chenyang have to do with her? As far as I know, Fengchenyang has never been to the Wei Kingdom!"

Andrew looked at Gia and shrugged his shoulders, as if what Immortal said was what he thought.

Ji Ya pursed her lips and didn't speak, her chin was propped up with her hands, and she looked out the window at the dark night.

Yan Immortal said to Andrew: "In the afternoon, Li Xiangguo of the Yan Kingdom came over to discuss the alliance with me. He is cunning and cunning, and he has obviously seen the situation of my country. In fact, both of us share the urgency of forming an alliance, but no one wants to admit it. ”

Andrew smiled and said to Yan Immortal: "If General Yan wants to form an alliance with the Yan Kingdom, I am afraid that the conditions of the Han Kingdom will be difficult to achieve." ”

He smiled bitterly and took a deep breath. "Looks like I'm going to have to talk to my brother, and there's nothing more important than an alliance with the country now. ”

"Who?" a loud shout came through the rainy night outside the house, followed by the sound of a knife being drawn, and the sound of a blade cutting through the air rang out. Apparently hands had already been moved outside, and several loud noises were heard, and it was the sound of someone falling to the ground. The sound of stray footsteps gradually became clear, and they ran straight for the inner room. "You're looking for death!" more footsteps followed. The sound of the wind and bones cracking from the blade seemed to be right outside the door.

Yin Immortal frowned, who would come to the post station at such a time, his heart was inexplicably worried. He looked at Andrew and asked, "You can't cause any trouble outside, do you?" ”

There was a sudden "clang" sound, and one door was broken, followed by more doors being broken, and the sound of wood breaking filled the entire corridor.

Gradually, he grabbed the long-handled giant knife in front of the bed, held his hands on the long hilt, the cold blade glowed with cyan cold light, and his gaze was unusually solemn.

With a "bang", their door was broken, and a bloody figure was exposed to the candle flames. When the figure saw Andrew, his blood-red eyes had a hint of joy. He staggered in, facing Andrew, and held up the big bag he was holding in both hands, and inside the big box was a person, a little girl. "Save her!" his tone was coercive and undeniable.

The immortal sword shook the blade that fell behind him, because the person who came seemed to have lost the ability to fight again, and was no longer in danger, perhaps a strong belief supported him, and once that belief collapsed, it was no different from a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. "Go down, he has come to us, and I will explain it to the king of your country in the coming day. ”

The four warriors looked stunned, glanced around at the crowd, put away their long knives, and left in confusion.

Ji Ya looked at the bloody man and exclaimed, not daring to look at it again. The battle armor of the person who came was torn by the blade, directly breaking the shoulder blades on both sides of him, and the tendons turned outward, and there were several deep knife marks on Sen Bai's shoulder blades. I couldn't see the face of the person who came clearly, the blood covered the whole face, and the open eyes on the blood-red face were still cold, like bluestone in a cold night, without a trace of warmth.

Andrew had seen such a gaze, and he snorted softly. "Win Zizhen!" everyone gathered around, and the look of surprise seemed to be engraved on their faces.

Ying Zizhen placed the person in his arms on the bed and uncovered the big cover. Ji Ya exclaimed, "Sister Youruo!" She carefully examined Youruo's injuries and probed her breath with her hand. Looking back at Andrew, his eyes were full of tears and his face was sad. "She's dead!"

Andrew said to Ying Zizhen: "You are seriously injured, you must be treated immediately, otherwise you will also die." After speaking, he urged his spiritual power, and a green wave of light filled his palm.

Winner interrupted him with a wave of his hand, and he grabbed Andrew's wrist, his fingertips digging deep into Andrew's skin, his blood-red eyes staring straight at him. "Don't save me, save her life!" his voice was hoarse, revealing his inner anxiety and panic. "You'll save her, right?"

Andrew turned his head to look at Youruo, who no longer had a trace of life, and fell silent. The air became silent, and the bright red blood fell drip by drop down the dark brown armor of the winner, making a crisp sound.