Qingtao trembled and dragged Song Chuyi's hand----- when Qingying threw her out before, she used too much force, Song Chuyi rolled around on the slope, her hands were worn out by the stones on her head, she took out the handkerchief in her sleeve, wiped it for Song Chuyi indiscriminately, removed the broken skin around the wound, and then pulled down the purse around her waist and took out the ointment from it to wipe some for Song Chuyi first. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info She can be regarded as having seen a lot of wind and waves with Song Chuyi, on the boat when she went to Jinzhong, on the way to Yangquan, and Tianshui Town, every one of them is thrilling, but she has never been scared like this----- the knife just now has almost reached Song Chuyi's forehead, as long as Ma San's movements are a little slower, just a little, Song Chuyi does not exist now.

What scared her even more was that it was not someone else standing behind these people, but the prince. What a terrifying thing this is, she looked at Song Chuyi, she was so panicked that she couldn't help but shed tears, the sand and dust that had just rolled on the ground was washed away by these tears, her whole face was black, only the one that flowed through the tears revealed her original fair complexion, which looked particularly funny.

Song Chuyi patted her on the shoulder, took two steps forward and looked down condescendingly at the person who had just almost stabbed her to return to the West, Ma Sanzheng stepped on his chest with an angry kick, and the knife in his hand was resting on his neck, and with a little force, he could call him to see the king of Hades.

But this person was not afraid at all, looking at Song Chuyi's eyes, he didn't dodge, and even deliberately sent his neck to Ma San's knife----- if Ma San hadn't beaten him seriously first, and stepped on his chest to make him unable to move, this person would have committed suicide long ago.

Wangyue smashed a tooth pulled out of his mouth to the side, took a sip, and reached out to stir it in the small ditch that was winding down to wash his hands, a little frustrated: "Fortunately, Ma San moved quickly and left such a living mouth, otherwise he wouldn't be able to catch anything, these grandsons are really ruthless, they are ruthless to us, and they are also ruthless to themselves." ”

Song Chuyi glanced at the corpses lying around him, counted the approximate number, and turned back to look at the wind: "Calculate how many dead and injured there are on our side." ”

Wangfeng glanced at the person who was lying on the ground and couldn't die, then looked at Song Chuyi, nodded and led the two people to go, Ma San wiped his face, revealing his pockmarked face and asked Song Chuyi: "Sixth Miss, what should I do with this person?" ”

Song Chuyi's gaze was on the man's face again, and the man also looked at her, with a vague hint of ridicule and disdain. Song Chuyi also bent his lips and explained softly to Ma San: "I'll leave it to you, don't let him die, and don't interrogate him." I'll theorize when I get back. ”

After she finished speaking, seeing that Ma San responded, she stretched out her hand to cover the light and looked at the top of the mountain, and instructed Wangyue: "You take someone with me to go up and have a look, Ah Yan doesn't know if it's going well." ”

The pupils of the person lying on the ground shrank suddenly, watching Song Chuyi's gaze change and change, as if she was looking at a monster----- this little girl seemed to have known that they would come to kill her, and she had long known that Mr. Qingfeng and Song Yan were both an introduction, in order to lure her out! That is to say, Song Yan is willing to be bait, and Song Chuyi has already anticipated their plan, and then will kill them all?!

He snorted twice, his mouth was supported by a pile of rags, and he wanted to ask something, but he couldn't even open his mouth, and watched Song Chuyi lead the person to turn around, and kicked his legs a few times anxiously----- because Song Yan is a child, and Mr. Qingfeng is an old man, most of their manpower is left here to ambush the main target Song Chuyi, only a small number of people are left on the top of the mountain, since Song Chuyi is prepared, Song Yan, as her younger brother, must not really be unprepared, Then this time, they are really empty......

The wind on the top of the mountain was stronger, and the flowers on Song Chuyi's head were blown and swayed, and she saw the waterfall swooping down the mountain wall, and she saw Mr. Qingfeng and Song Yan standing on it.

Although he had discussed it with Song Yan a long time ago, and knew that Song Yan not only had Changgui and Changrong by his side, but also Song Jue's manpower and the soldiers that Song Chengwei made a special trip to him, but in the end, he was not at ease, and now that he saw that he was fine, Song Chuyi breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Yan had already seen her with sharp eyes, glanced back, beckoned to Song Chuyi, walked a few steps towards her, and couldn't help but smile: "Sister, my husband and I haven't lost a single hair." ”

He finally understood why Mr. Qingfeng told him to have his own manpower, and when he encountered such a thing in the future, he would no longer be a weak person waiting for protection behind his sister, and he could also accompany his sister and fight side by side with his sister.

Song Chuyi touched his head with a smile, Song Yan in his memory had never been so elated and complacent, he seemed to hang his head forever, looking like a wooden one.

When Mr. Qingfeng saw them coming up, he first asked Song Yan to clean up the mess with Changgui Changrong, and then turned to look at Song Chuyi: "Miss Six, this trip has been fruitful, right?" ”

Song Chuyi glanced at him and shook his head slowly: "No, those people are as you expected, sir, I'm afraid they will end up in the same way as Duanwang's group of people, all of them are dead soldiers, only one leader is left, Ma San grabbed it quickly, leaving a living mouth." But whether this person's mouth can be pried open is still a problem. ”

Mr. Qingfeng couldn't help laughing: "Sixth Miss, don't be humble, where is there a mouth you can't pry open?" Just by those people in your family, the three generations of ancestors may be able to find out, if it is a person, there is a way, find out the way, with your ability, there is no way to take him? It doesn't matter if this person's mouth can be pried open at all, what matters is that the person behind him, has Miss Six figured out what to do? ”

This is the crux of the matter, the person who made the move against Song Chuyi's sister and brother this time is not someone else, but the biological father of her future husband, which is really embarrassing.

Song Chuyi glanced down the slope, there were still many boulders lying there, the sand and dust had been dispersed, and the fog in her heart was also dispersed, but after seeing everything clearly, she found that this secret was really terrifying----- once the world thought that it was the hand of King Duan, and it was the grandson killed by King Duan, but who would have thought that it was his biological father who really wanted his life?

Mr. Qingfeng stood with her, his gray hair was blown up by the wind, he turned his head to look at Song Chuyi, and sighed softly.