The wind was howling, and the oncoming force was sharp and heavy, Wen Qing had already sensed the result of his knife split, and subconsciously closed his eyes.

She is still in front of men, and she is bound to die.

However, the man's hand quickly wrapped around her waist, and while encircling her body, he flew the sword in his hand, the cold light was shining, and the man's face on the snow-white sword body flickered.

With a "poof", the swords collided, the eyes of the two men collided, and between the lightning and flint, Wen Qing was torn apart by a force.

"Get out of here."

She didn't know who said that, she knocked on her shoulder when she was thrown to the ground, her bones shattered, the pain spread to her limbs, and she collapsed on the ground and didn't dare to move.

"Wenqing, ......"

Wen Sheng put down Wen Yun and rubbed it over carefully, the two of them at a few steps met the god of killing, he shook his hand to help Wen Qing up, and the two hurriedly fled from this dangerous place.

"Mother-"

Wen Yun stepped forward in small steps, and was pushed back by Wen Qing with an uninjured hand, and the three of them found a corner and sat down, not daring to take a breath.

The villagers around him were also frightened, for fear that they would become the fish in the pond that had been affected, so they all hid on the very edge, and no one dared to speak, for fear of disturbing the two people and causing their lives to be threatened.

Only Wang Miao came to find Wensheng.

She bent down and squatted down, and said in a low voice, "Sister Wen, are you injured?" ”

Wen Qing shook her head and pressed the back of her hand to make her sit down.

"Don't move, when they come, they will lie down directly, and they won't hurt you."

Wang Miao was stunned and asked softly: "...... are you?"

Wen Qing said: "I won't harm you." If you want to live, you have to lower your profile, they are the superior ones, and they will not take us and other ants in their eyes. ”

The light in Wang Miao's eyes flashed, she nodded, and leaned against the wall next to Wen Yun.

Wen Sheng took out the antidote given to him by the man in black, and was about to apply it to Wen Qing's injured and poisoned hand, but Wen Qing stopped him. She frowned and asked, "Could it be a fake medicine?" Is it toxic? ”

Wen Sheng really didn't think about it.

He lifted the vial, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it, the smell was pungent, but there was nothing strange about it. But there is always something special about poison.

He pondered for a moment, raised his eyebrows and hesitated, "It shouldn't be a fake medicine, right?" ”

Wen Qing glanced at the back of her hand, most of her skin turned black and purple, gradually spreading to the top of her arm, and she even felt a little difficult to breathe. Anyway, a dead horse should be a live horse doctor, anyway, it's all dead.

"Dad, you can paint it."

Wen Sheng listened, and was still a little hesitant, "Why don't I ask that adult again to see if this is the real medicine?" ”

Wen Qing: "......"

She suddenly grabbed Wen Sheng's hand, overturned the porcelain bottle, and the transparent viscous liquid was all poured on the back of her hand, a stinging pain rose to her heart, she endured it with a tense face, and the porcelain bottle also fell to the ground, making a soft sound, but it was almost negligible in the sound of swords intersecting.

Wen Sheng kept watching her hand until he saw the dark color fade, and he slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

Wang Miao also frowned and looked here, opening her lips to ask something, but she still endured it.

She was not injured, and the antidote was only so little, and it was natural that Wen Qing had used it up.

Wen Yun leaned on Wen Qing nervously, her little hand firmly grasped Wen Qing's sleeve, and leaned towards her. The bulging thing in his arms hit Wen Qing's arm as soon as he landed.

She was about to laugh, but suddenly a white light approached in front of her. Everywhere she went, the crowd backed down, and finally the sword stopped an inch from the tip of her nose.

The sword wasn't meant to hurt her.

The man spun back, directing the black-clad man's blade to another place.

A strand of green silk in front of Wen Qing's forehead slowly fell, covering all her expressions. At that moment, she saw the true face of the man, who had been covered with a human skin mask before, and now she saw his peerless appearance.

There is only one word to describe it, and it is good to see the anger of the heavens and the resentment.

Wen Sheng was equally surprised that the man who was being chased and killed turned out to be the one they saw on the way back yesterday.

Shen Yuezhi.

They didn't know Shen Yuezhi's name, only the man in black laughed sarcastically and approached Shen Yuezhi: "Shen Yuezhi, you really protect her!" ”

Shen Yuezhi lightly hooked his thin lips, "Xue Yue, do you have the courage to fight outside with me?" ”

"It's better to be respectful than to obey!"

One or two of them had extremely handsome skills, and they left this cramped space in the blink of an eye, and the atmosphere in the room instantly relaxed, Wen Sheng went to help Wen Qing, and said as he walked: "Let's go back, it's too dangerous here." Let's go, let's go to Cheng Ying first. ”

Wen Qing's left hand was in pain, she didn't know if her bones were broken, nodded and followed Wen Sheng.

Wen Yun is also following suit, he is still timid, and when he encounters something that cannot be solved, he knows that he should remain silent, at least not to cause trouble to others.

Wang Miao was left in place, she raised her eyes to look at their departing figures, and there were a few more women chattering beside her: "Xiaoyan damn it, are you not injured?" ”

"Why are you still talking to the Wensheng family? Give them back the beans, is it worth it? ”

Someone complained like this, Wang Miao suddenly understood where her doubts were, she quickly broke free from the company of these people, and kept up with Wen Qing's pace.

"Didn't you catch someone? Why don't you let us go? We are all villagers, and we haven't done anything wrong. ”

Out of the dim room, the light of the sky shone into people's eyes, Wang Miao squinted his eyes lightly, his eyes were as black as ink, but people seemed much more elusive than ordinary village women. She raised her hand in front of her, her eyes looking ahead.

More than 20 people gathered in front of the house, a uniform black cloak, a pleated wide robe and a long coat inside, and a strand of tassels hanging from the waist rose with the wind, from cyan to green to red, and the rank was decreasing.

The man in black held the hilt of his sword at his waist and walked with his face covered, blocking all exits. Wen Sheng was also in a hurry, and kept pleading with them, but the cold-faced Shura ignored them.

There was a sound of footsteps on the roof, and Wang Miao didn't have to think about it to know that the two of them had hit it, and he was afraid that the tiles on the house would fall and smash the villagers inside.

She looked inside, and many of the villagers were hesitant to come out, afraid of being hurt and trapped here.

"My daughter, my daughter is injured, I want to take her to the doctor, please let us out. I can vouch for it with my life, we are all villagers, and we won't talk nonsense outside! ”

Wen Sheng said this to the man in black, and his tone was solemn that Wen Qing had never seen before. Her gaze only stayed on Wen Sheng's face, but she didn't see that Wen Sheng's waist had never bent from beginning to end.

Wen Yun also tugged at Wen Qing's sleeve, wanting to speak.

"Be careful!"

The wind was whistling in her ears, Wen Qing only felt that her body sank, and a warm body was close to her, and her big hand directly grabbed her waist and led her straight up to the house wall.

She didn't have time to turn back, as a sharp blade slipped past her ear and cut off another strand of her hair.