Wow –

The long knife slapped him on the forehead, and the lower half of his body was still flying forward, but his head was thrown back.

Click-

The piercing sound of the jaws breaking their heads caused an instant silence around them.

Bang Bang –

The head and back of the neck became the corpses of the Praetorian Guard generals at 90 degrees, and they fell powerlessly into the muddy soil and water.

Ying Xuemei turned around again, the distance was still a little far, but those eyes, she recognized even if she died.

Those were the eyes of her Fengqing brother, but the person who has these eyes now is not her Fengqing brother.

She swept left and right again, and the inns and restaurants that had been depressed and dull before began to make slight movements.

Those cold and ruthless eyes were endowed with various emotions by the owner of the gaze.

In the silence, a loud roar spread everywhere.

"Shoot him down!"

Hundreds of Praetorian Guards all looked at the other general at the front, and the general didn't explain to them, pulling out his long knife and rushing towards Yang Fengqing.

"There is no turning back from this matter! Rather than being punished by the Nine Clans alive, it is better to fight for a family and be rescued!"

"Kill!"

Yang Fengqing's senses were more sensitive than Ying Xuemei, and he had already sensed the strange aura nearby, and fell to Ying Xuemei's side, and said softly: "I'm here!"

Ying Xuemei didn't respond, and opened her arms to approach Yang Fengqing.

Yang Fengqing's bare eyes narrowed slightly, and he opened his arms.

The two hugged each other tightly, and not far from them, hundreds of red-eyed Praetorian Guards were rushing towards them.

Yang Fengqing rubbed his hands slightly, helplessly and doting: "Okay, I'll deal with them first, let's find a place to talk about it." ”

Ying Xuemei didn't let go of her arms, and she woke up like a dream.

"I hope that when I go underground, I can see my Fengqing brother, who only belongs to my Fengqing brother. ”

Yang Fengqing felt a coolness coming from the center of his back, and hugged Ying Xuemei and fell to the right side.

"Be careful!"

Whew——

The silent inns and taverns around them shouted one after another.

"Save the General!"

"Damn little thief, you can only die at my hands!"

"Capture him!"

Thousands of black-clad figures emerged from all around.

No one paid attention to the people around them, and they all went straight to Yang Fengqing.

Yang Fengqing closed his eyes, tilted his head back, and exhaled a long breath.

Slowly lowering her head, Ying Xuemei raised her head and stared at him, tears continued to flow silently, and the emotions in it were so complicated that Yang Fengqing couldn't understand it at all.

There seemed to be no sorrow, no joy, no expectation, no disappointment, and it seemed to contain all things, which seemed to be the seed left behind after the desolation.

Raise a hand, and when it is about to touch the snow eyes, it slowly lowers it.

Ying Xuemei's head slowly drooped, and her tears were like a river that had been cut off, and there was no movement.

Poof-

"Ahh

"Protect the General!"

"Kill the Queen Mother!"

"Catch that man!"

"Gotta catch that little thief!"

All around was screaming, the clashing of weapons, and the sound of chaotic footsteps.

Sometimes when someone who doesn't know the name falls, the splash of water drops on them.

Yang Fengqing arched Ying Xuemei's lowered head with her head, and used the little strength she had left to hug her.

The water, this slate is too cold and too cold, and his body is still a little warm, so he can warm her again.

The strength in Ying Xuemei's body seems to be gone, even the skin on her face is sagging, and her snow eyes are no longer snow eyes, these are the eyes that only a dying old man will have.

Yang Fengqing didn't speak, his forehead was raised, the heads of the two people were staggered, Ying Xuemei's head was weak again, Yang Fengqing's head tilted slightly, and kissed Ying Xuemei's cheek.

One hand was raised to Ying Xuemei's head, supporting her head, sticking out her tongue to lick her bitter tears, gently and softly.

Ying Xuemei's shrugged cheeks and eyes gradually regained vitality, her eyelids slowly rose upward, and the light in her snow eyes went from nothing to something, from existence to prosperity.

There were fewer footsteps around, but louder.

"General, leave quickly!"

"Are you all rice buckets, catch him!"

"Be sure to bring him back!"

Yang Fengqing retracted his tongue and leaned back a little, leaving a little space with Ying Xuemei.

"I must have done something wrong first, didn't I? You should tell me, did you know that I was worried about you when you left suddenly?"

"Then why don't you catch up with me?"

Her voice was finally no longer the sadness and joy of that day, and it was a little angry at her age.

"Because the second dog was caught, you know. ”

Ying Xuemei's head drooped at first, then suddenly lifted, opened her cherry mouth, and bit Yang Fengqing's shoulder.

"Ahh

Ying Xuemei Song opened her mouth, also let go of her hand, and pushed Yang Fengqing away.

Get up and take out a small wooden barrel from your bosom and pull the rope underneath.

Phew-

Boom –

This firework is peculiar, and the path it flies up leaves a trail of white smoke. The height of the explosion is at least about 200 zhang, and as long as you are not blind, you can definitely see it nearby.

Sure enough, there was a loud shout farther away.

"The Queen Mother is over there!

Ying Xuemei stood aside and looked up at the firework.

Yang Fengqing wanted to get up, but the blood and meridians in his body seemed to be solidified, and as long as he moved, his whole body felt like he was going to be torn.

One did not wipe it, and fell into the mud again.

Ying Xuemei, who was looking up at the fireworks, turned around nervously, and was about to squat down when a figure flew in.

She didn't have time to make any movements, and the figure fell in front of Yang Fengqing.

"Great-General, run away!"

Yang Fengqing looked up at the man, he only showed a pair of eyes, which were frozen with worry and sadness, and he couldn't help but feel sad and sorry.

"Brother, I'm sorry, I can't escape now. ”

Ying Xuemei's expressionless little face suddenly became nervous, Yang Fengqing said things to her lightly for so long, and did those things, she thought that the red-sleeved dagger did not hurt Yang Fengqing.

The mouth opened slightly, and before the words could be spoken, his body softened and fell backwards.

There were thousands of black figures before, but now there were only a hundred left, and the most slender figure walked to the front.

"What's still rubbing, hurry up and run with him!"

"Miss, what about her?"

The man in black who stunned Ying Xuemei pointed at Ying Xuemei.

Yang Fengqing silently accumulated strength on the side, and he swore that if these people dared to move Ying Xuemei, even if he fought for his life, he would protect Ying Xuemei.

He is not Ying Xuemei, and he can't understand the hardships she made from Fushun to Binzhou to find him, nor can he understand how she did it without leaving the Eagle Mansion for five years.

All he could understand was his strong apology and love for Ying Xuemei.

Huyan Qiongmei glanced at Ying Xuemei.

"Leave her alone!"

"Yes!"

Those people saw that Yang Fengqing couldn't move, but they didn't hurt Yang Fengqing a second time, and helped him simply bandage his wounds.

But he bled profusely, and as soon as his eyes closed, he lost consciousness.

Before he realized he was going to lose consciousness, all he could do was pray that he would wake up again.