It is already a miracle that they can stand up with such an injury, although most of their Meizu have no heart, but they have lost so much blood, Hongyou's pulse will be fast and weak in a short time, resulting in weakness and fainting. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

He was still standing only because he had a woman behind him.

Qianjin's crying grew louder and louder, and she tried to plug Hongyou's bubbling wound with her hands, and her hands trembled.

"Let's go!" Hongyou turned his head slightly, trying to push Qian Jin away, but he was too weak, and his bloodstained hand just lifted.

"Hongyou... Hongyou...."

Qianjin cried and was a little speechless, she remembered that when she first saw Hongyou, Hongyou was living on the streets, and he didn't even have a name.

"What's your name?Are you a charm?" Many years ago, Qian Jin was bent down slightly in the narrow alley on the street corner, and stretched out his hand to Hongyou with a sweet smile, "I am also a charm, maybe we can be companion.....s?"

"Hongyou" is the name of a small grass in Yueguo, and the leaves are sky blue. Different from other small grasses, the grass of "Hongyou" and the "Qianjin" flower is a symbiotic relationship, and there is the existence of this kind of grass wherever the "Qianjin" flower blooms brilliantly.

Hongyou is after Qianjin, and the name that this man gave himself after knowing Qianjin's name is like an oath.

"I'm not leaving... I'm not going... Hongyou...."Qian Jin shook her head vigorously, tears running down her face. She carried the two Linjiao knives in her hand from Hongyou's back to the front, and stood stubbornly in front of Hongyou, looking at Zifeng who was looking at the two of them in a complicated manner.

"Heh... Heh..."Hongyou chuckled lowly, he looked at Qianjin's back, his expression was a little abrupt. He didn't protect the woman in front of him all the time, and he was always protecting him in the first half a year of his acquaintance with her.

"Meizu" is an extremely tragic existence among the six major races in Zhongzhou, they are born without a home, without any survival skills, and it seems that they have nothing but a good skin. In the past, he and Qianjin were in the Yue Kingdom of Luocheng in embarrassment, like mayflies. He remembered that Chijin was always standing in front of him and protecting him like an older sister.

Thinking of this, Hongyou's eyes moistened. This stupid woman, he thought he would never see him again, but when his vision gradually blurred, Hongyou felt that Qianjin from many years ago had returned, stretched out his hand to him, and smiled sweetly, "I'm also a charm, maybe we can be companions?

Zifeng closed his eyes, his wrist gradually moved, and a woman lying in the coffin appeared in his mind, a woman sleeping quietly with a peaceful face.

"I'm sorry... She has to live..."

Zifeng made a very soft sound, and the moment his eyes opened, his hand holding the knife was raised in an instant, pointing at the stubborn Qianjin.

As he bowed his legs, his ears moved, and a sharp sound of breaking through the air suddenly sounded. Five or six dark black trefoiled darts flew straight at him, without mercy.

With a turn of the sword, half a waning moon. The spark burst out between the lightning and flint, and Zi Feng's footsteps moved, and while blocking the dart, he looked in the direction where the dart came from.

There, a girl who looked to be fourteen or fifteen years old walked out slowly in a goose-yellow dress, her chest was half-covered by a dark golden rundi, her blue eyes were complex, and she held a dart in one hand.

Zifeng's eyelids jumped, he knew that the other party was Meizu, and his real age was far from what he looked like. He was able to follow all the way by relying on the hint code given to him by a black-robed man beside Qi Lin, and it was by relying on the code left along the way that he chased here.

Although he didn't know the identity of the black-robed man, he could conclude that the black-robed man and the doctor Qilin were definitely not companions.

Qi Lin, a physician in Zhongzhou, anyone could be the object of his anatomical research.

"It's you, the secret weapon that the black-robed man left in the Yin and Yang family. Zifeng inserted the two waist knives into the black scabbards and said to the girl who had just walked out.

There was no temptation in his tone, casual and sure, and the code along the way could only be left by the girl.

Nanfeng didn't speak, she just took off the kettle hanging on her waist, took out a few small medicine bottles from her chest, turned around and glanced at Qianjin and Hongyou, her eyes dodging.

She gradually got closer, Qian Jin cried, and looked at Nanfeng very calmly, and did not make waves in her heart because of Zifeng's words.

Seeing Qianjin like this, Nanfeng smiled bitterly in his heart, it seemed that he didn't need to explain anything, the woman had already reacted in a short time. They are like this, none of them who can survive on the Zhongzhou Continent will be stupid.

"In the beginning, you didn't make up your mind. Qian Jin looked at what Nanfeng was holding in her hand, and she sneered. It is really an extremely ironic thing that a secret weapon who wants to borrow a knife to kill people actually prepared medicine for his prey under the silent promise in his heart.

"Well, I can't do it, I remember that you taught me to use chopsticks, chopsticks were never used there, and those who survived the training camp were bitten with their teeth and torn by hand. Nanfeng smiled bitterly, she raised her hand and threw the medicine in her hand towards Qianjin, "Take him away, I'll stop him here." ”

Qianjin caught the small bottle thrown by Nanfeng, stared at her cautiously and retreated to Hongyou, who was about to fall, and quickly poured the potion on Hongyou's wound, tore off his thin skirt and folded it to press Hongyou's wound.

Seeing the other party's movements, Zifeng stretched out his hand again and pressed the hilt of the knife, looking at Nanfeng from afar, "Which organization are you from?"

"Oh..."Nanfeng raised his hands and rested them in front of him, looked at the veins in his palms, and responded softly, "Does this matter?

After saying this, her hands gradually turned blue, her face twisted as she hung her hands around her waist, and the darts in her cuffs fell into her hands in the blink of an eye, "The people above will not allow members who go against the interests of the organization to live, I think, I may all die..."

"Phew..."

Zifeng didn't hear the words from Nanfeng's mouth clearly, and when the sound of breaking the sky sounded again, his hand pressed on the hilt of the knife moved quickly with his steps.

His keen intuition made his scalp tingle a little, and Zifeng always felt that there was a terrifying power hidden under Nanfeng's seemingly immature body.

No matter which of the three organizations it is, the sharp blade hidden behind it and not revealed is the most suitable weapon to cut through the night.

When he thought of this, Zifeng's heart began to feel sad for Qi Lin, in his opinion, Nanfeng could kill people by himself. Now it is obvious that the organization behind her does not want to offend the people behind the Yin and Yang family, and wants to do things through the hands of the doctor Qi Lin.

This is not a completely skin-tearing approach, each maintaining awe and distance. Their actions may be hidden, and the few people in Zhongzhou already know the true meaning.