I saw that before Yan Ziming once again put his hot, soft, and slightly moist thin lips to Leng Qing's lips, Leng Qing, who was pressed on Yan Ziming's body, fell to the side forcefully, and when Leng Qing's left body landed on the ground, Yan Ziming's back close to the ground was exposed.

Leng Qing and Yan Ziming were lying on the ground sideways, being held tightly in Yan Ziming's arms, staring at Yan Ziming's familiar slightly feminine face that was covered by a red complexion like dripping blood, dense and curved black eyebrows, narrow Danfeng eyes, slightly raised at the corners of the eyes, a high nose bridge, and slightly thin lips......

Although he couldn't bear it, when Yan Ziming once again put his hot, soft, and slightly moist thin lips to Leng Qing's lips, Leng Qing still raised his right hand, turned his palm into a knife, and slashed at the back of Yan Ziming's head......

However, things are always unpredictable, and when you think that you will succeed in something without resistance, reality may slap you hard!

Before Leng Qing's high-raised, fiercely falling hand knife slashed at the back of Yan Ziming's head, a white and slender palm suddenly appeared in Leng Qing's sight, and grabbed Leng Qing's right wrist as fast as lightning.

Moreover, the white and slender palm that suddenly grabbed Leng Qing's right wrist was extremely heavy, although it did not crush Leng Qing's wrist, but it also made Leng Qing's wrist hurt.

At the same time, Yan Ziming, who was not knocked out in time, finally succeeded in bringing his hot, soft, and slightly moist thin lips to Leng Qing's lips......

Leng Qing, who was burned by Yan Ziming's thin lips with a scorching temperature, and before she could react to where the white and slender palm that suddenly appeared out of thin air and grabbed her came from, she completely subconsciously struggled.

Leng Qing really struggled very hard, Leng Qing even ignored the white and slender palm that increased the force of grabbing her right wrist after she began to struggle, making her right wrist feel as if it was about to be crushed into a wrist bone, Leng Qing still tried to break free from the grip.

Of course, Leng Qing is now lying on the ground sideways, and this posture alone is enough to reduce half of the force on Leng Qing's right wrist, making Leng Qing's possibility of breaking free from the clamp of that white and slender palm by half.

What's more, Leng Qing's left hand was sandwiched between herself and Yan Ziming's body, which was basically useless, and Leng Qing's slender waist was tightly hugged by Yan Ziming, making Leng Qing unable to move freely at all...... And so it goes. The strength that Leng Qing can use is really limited, basically no different from a grasshopper shaking a tree! Therefore, no matter how Leng Qing struggles, it is in vain.

And, while Leng Qing struggled. Yan Ziming, who kissed Leng Qing's lips deeply, circled his arms around Leng Qing's waist and gradually began to tighten, as if he wanted to embed Leng Qing deeply into his arms, and the force increased little by little, making the gap between Leng Qing and Yan Ziming's bodies shrink smaller and smaller, and also made Leng Qing gradually feel a little difficult to breathe.

When Leng Qing realized that she couldn't break free from the grip of the white and slender palm on her. and the danger from Yan Ziming, Leng Qing could only stop struggling first, tilt her head back hard, and at the same time use her left hand to push away Yan Ziming's red face, which was dripping blood. Then, Leng Qing endured the great pain in her right wrist and turned her head to look behind her......

When Leng Qing turned her head, she saw that the person who grabbed her right wrist and stopped her from knocking Yan Ziming away was Wang Quan!!

Leng Qing was more than one step behind him, and his feet were on the black dark pattern inlaid gold wire high official boots. Dressed in brown leather armor and with high black hair, Wang Quan stood with his backlight, and the rising sun in the distant sky seemed to be a halo hanging above Wang Quan's head. The bright and dazzling sunlight reflected a shallow halo around Wang Quan's body, making Wang Quan, who was bent over at the moment, look as if he had descended from the heavens.

Of course, in fact, the moment she saw Wang Quan, who was surrounded by halos, Leng Qing really seemed to see the gods descend - this was the gods who came to rescue her!

However, the pain in her right wrist reminded Leng Qing of what - reality!

I only heard lying on his side on the solid black ground, his waist was tightly hugged by Yan Ziming, who had lost his mind, and his left hand pushed away Yan Ziming's red face, which was like dripping blood. The right wrist was grabbed by Wang Quan, and Leng Qing, who turned her head to look at her right back, frowned so coldly and asked, "Wang Quan, what are you doing? Let go!!"

I have to say that Leng Qing is very tired to maintain such a posture - Leng Qing's left hand is about to push away Yan Ziming's face that keeps sticking to her face, and her right hand is stretched out again and Wang Quan's wrist is tightly grabbed, Leng Qing turns her head to her right back...... Such a posture is not distorted, though. But it's definitely a difficult action!

Following Leng Qing's line of sight, the picture was cut to Wang Quan, and he saw Wang Quan, who was half-bent over and standing behind Leng Qing, and Wang Quan, who leaned forward with his upper body, first turned his gaze to look at Leng Qing's right hand, which was caught by him and was less than half a palm away from the back of Yan Ziming's head, and then looked at Leng Qing's posture that looked unsightly because he was imprisoned in his arms by Yan Ziming, and finally Wang Quan fell his gaze on Leng Qing's fair and somewhat pale face-

Leng Qing's not thick and not faint Ruoliu slender eyebrows frowned slightly. The star-like eyes looked at him as if they were staring, the delicate nose was also slightly wrinkled, the small lips with appropriate thickness also revealed a hint of pale color, the faint dimples on the cheeks on both sides of the slightly pursed lips, and the slightly thin chin......

Looking at Leng Qing, who was still beautiful even in such an embarrassing situation, Wang Quan was silent.

And under Wang Quan's inexplicable silence, Leng Qing only felt that her left hand gradually couldn't push away Yan Ziming's face, and her neck, which kept twisting to the right back, also began to ache, especially the feeling of hot and cold intersecting on her body, which made Leng Qing extremely uncomfortable-

Who the can stand the feeling that the front of the body seems to be being burned by the heat, but the left and right sides of the body and the back are cold, as if they have been thrown into an ice cellar!!Especially the arms wrapped around Leng Qing's waist, and then continue to be hugged so hard by those arms, Leng Qing intuitively feels that her waist should be strangled alive!!

Yes, Leng Qing, who had been frowning and looking at Wang Quan, could only say coldly to Wang Quan again: "Let go!"

However, in the face of Leng Qing's request, Wang Quan was completely indifferent, and only met Leng Qing's eyes silently and quietly.

Suddenly, in the verdant but empty pine and green Berlin with splendid branches, among the picturesque and exquisitely carved rockeries, I can only hear Wang Quan's somewhat deep voice slowly drifting away: "Miss Leng, I'm afraid that if I let go obediently, I'm afraid that your knife will be chopped down." I can't let you knock me out. If you faint in your current state, chances are you'll never wake up again!!"

At that time, Leng Qing, who had been frowning and looking at Wang Quan, had not yet reacted to what Wang Quan's words meant, accompanied by Wang Quan's sentence "Miss Leng can't help it". Leng Qing only felt a sudden pain in the back of her head, and then, Leng Qing's vision began to blur, and Leng Qing's consciousness began to sink and sink......

In the moment before falling unconscious, Leng Qing looked at Wang Quan's blurred figure. He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but after all, he couldn't say a word and fainted with his eyes closed.

But...... If Leng Qing's sentence can be spoken, it is estimated that it will be a sentence of "grass and mud horse......

And at the moment when Leng Qing closed his eyes and fainted, he stepped on the black dark pattern inlaid gold silk high official boots, wearing brown leather armor, holding a three-foot green peak in the sheath in his left hand, with high black hair and an expressionless face, Muwen exerted his light skills, silently stepping on the rockery tops that were more than one person high, and the pine and cypress with thick branches. It flies like a light butterfly.

The moment the constricted internal breath flew down on the opposite side of Wang Quan, Mu Wen, who had a cold face, didn't say anything, directly threw the three-foot Qingfeng he was holding in his left hand, and walked over to Yan Ziming, who was lying on the ground on the side and was still doing whatever he wanted to Leng Qing, who had fainted.

On the other side, Wang Quan, who let go of Leng Qing's right wrist when Leng Qing fainted, saw that Mu Wen had finally arrived, and Mu Wen had already thrown the sword in his hand, silently walked behind Yan Ziming and squatted down, and tried to break Yan Ziming's hands around Leng Qing's waist.

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A round of the rising sun shone high in the sky. The sun was shining brightly. As far as the sky can see, the sky is full of clouds like pure white cotton wool, each of which floats extremely high and has different shapes. It's a lot of imagination.

Under this clear sunny day, in the verdant but empty pine and green Berlin with splendid branches, among the picturesque and exquisitely carved rockeries, two men with black dark patterns and gold wire high-cut official boots, wearing brown leather armor and high black hair, stood upright.

One of the men was holding a three-foot green peak with a sheath in his left hand. On her right shoulder was a woman dressed in a white and purple curly robe. The woman's face is facing the ground, so she can't see her face clearly. And, because she was carrying, all the woman's three thousand green silks hung upside down, and her long hair almost dragged the floor.

Not far from the feet of another man, a man in a pale yellow shirt lay on his side.

Although Yan Ziming was in a state of loss of control at this time, Wang Quan, who had a lot of experience, and Mu Wen both joined forces, and it was easy to subdue Yan Ziming.

Looking at Yan Ziming, whose hands were tied behind him with a pale yellow belt behind him, lying sideways on the solid black ground, his hair was scattered, his eyes were cloudy, and his face was red like blood, because of the lack of belt, even the narrow-sleeved brocade robe that was originally pale yellow, but had been rubbed dirty at the moment, also spread out to reveal the white undershirt inside the brocade robe, squirming like an insect, and there was a slight hissing sound like a wounded beast in his throat, Wang Quan couldn't help frowning and sighing-

Weide Palace is so vast, there are several palaces of the specifications of the Qingxin Palace alone, and there are seven or eight smaller palaces, plus those bamboo forests, woods, rockeries and the like, if you want to find Yan Ziming and Leng Qing in the Weide Palace without any guidance, although it is not a needle in a haystack, but it is also a white sesame in the rice - it is difficult!

However, according to Wang Quan's inference, if the red charm poison in Yan Ziming's body had already attacked, and Yan Ziming and Leng Qing did not return to the Qingxin Hall after they both left the Weide Palace, then the most likely place for Yan Ziming and Leng Qing to go was sandwiched between the Weide Hall and the Qingxin Palace, which covered a wide area and had many rockeries and strange stones.

Therefore, after leaving the Qingxin Palace, Wang Quan and Mu Wen discussed, and the two began to look for Yan Ziming and Leng Qing in the pine and green Berlin between the Weide Hall and the Qingxin Palace.

So, when they arrived at the center of the pine and green Berlin, Wang Quan and Muwen took the white marble path connecting the Weide Hall and the Qingxin Hall as the dividing line, Wang Quan to the right, and Muwen to the left. And Wang Quan and Muwen agreed that if anyone found Yan Ziming and Leng Qing first, they would use the secret technique of sound transmission to tell the other party, and let the other party rush to help.

When looking for Yan Ziming and Leng Qing, the thing Wang Quan was most worried about along the way was not that Leng Qing couldn't resist the attack of Yan Ziming, who had lost his mind, but that Leng Qing not only resisted Yan Ziming, but also knocked Yan Ziming unconscious in the most simple and rude way!

Although this method seems simple and rude, it can well control some of the harm that Yan Ziming may have done to Leng Qing who has lost his mind, but this is a very dangerous behavior for Yan Ziming himself.

Yan Ziming has been in the red charm poison in his body for more than four years, in the past four years, every time the red charm poison in Yan Ziming's body attacks, Wang Quan and Mu Wen can only watch Yan Ziming suffer worse than death, but they can't let Yan Ziming faint, why? Because once Yan Ziming faints when the red charm poison attacks, Yan Ziming is very likely to never wake up again!!

When Wang Quan dug three feet into the ground to find Yan Ziming and Leng Qing, Wang Quan, who landed on the thick branch of a pine tree behind Leng Qing, immediately discovered that Yan Ziming's situation was wrong-

The cloudy eyes, the red complexion like dripping blood, and the impatient behavior of wanting to kiss Leng Qing, this series of symptoms are completely the appearance that only Yan Ziming, who has lost his mind, will have when the red charm poison in Yan Ziming's body attacks. Moreover, from a distance of more than ten steps, Wang Quan could clearly see that Yan Ziming's poison this time was stricter than any previous time!

So, Wang Quan immediately used the secret technique of sound transmission to tell Mu Wen where he was, and asked Mu Wen to rush over to help as quickly as possible.

After all, in the face of Yan Ziming, who had lost his mind and could go crazy at any time, Wang Quan knew that he would not be able to control Yan Ziming smoothly with his own strength. The safest way to be safe is to cooperate with Mu Wenshuang, so that Wang Quan will not be hurt by Yan Ziming, who has lost his mind, nor will he be hurt by Yan Ziming, who has lost his mind. (To be continued.) )