Xuanqing held on all the way, and sealed several important acupuncture points by himself, so that he could barely hold on until now.

But right now, she is about to go to the imperial city, but she can't hold on. His eyes began to darken, his consciousness began to gradually blur and scatter, his limbs were even more sore, and he was about to lose his grip on the reins.

She is unwilling, so unwilling.

In the past year, she has traveled all over the world, killing many, many people, and has reached the point where she feels numb to killing, and she has become accustomed to this kind of day full of killing. Now she is the most outstanding killer by Ouyang Luochen's side, and she is the person he trusts the most.

But why, just when she was about to return to him, when she was only a few kilometers away from him, she couldn't hold on?!

At the very least, she should be allowed to see him one last time......

She's really unwilling!

Finally, with a "bang", Xuanqing fell off the horse and fell into a semi-coma.

In this cherry blossom forest, a woman in a fiery red suit is lying quietly on the ground at the moment, motionless.

In a daze, Xuanqing seemed to see a handsome man in white, approaching him step by step.

She couldn't see his appearance clearly, but at this moment she felt an inexplicable discomfort in her heart, which made her feel inexplicably sad......

She watched him approach, approach, and her mind came up with the white-clothed figure in her dream for more than ten years, and this person's figure unexpectedly coincided completely with the figure in her dream!

After the shock, Hyun Ching fell into a complete coma.

She thought that maybe God had mercy on her and let her see the figure that haunted her at the last moment of her life, even if it was just an illusion......

Xuanqing didn't know, the man in white stopped in front of her, looked down at her masked face, couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and seemed to be a little surprised and murmured: "Fire Phoenix......"

Then, the corners of his lips unconsciously rose, and he slowly squatted down, looking Xuan Qing up and down.

He stretched out his slender and fair, bony hands, which were perfect hands, clean, crystal like jade, as delicate as fine white fat jade, and looked slender and powerful. His hand covered the mask on the upper half of Xuanqing's face, and he stroked it gently, hesitated for a moment, and finally did not take off her phoenix mask.

Instead, he picked her up and walked deeper into the woods.

He thought, this is probably the only thing he has done in the past ten years without thinking about it.

For some reason, he subconsciously wanted to save this girl. He inexplicably didn't want to watch this girl die, and he chose to follow his inner thoughts.

He naturally knew that the famous killer "Fire Phoenix" on the rivers and lakes was Ouyang Luochen, the king of Jing, but he still chose to save her. Even if her sword will be aimed at the person one day in the future, it will be himself, and he chose to save her this time.

I didn't know why, I just thought to myself, and I did it.

The man carried Xuanqing into a very simple-looking cabin, but when he entered the house, it was very clean and simple, and it seemed that someone had lived in it for a long time.

He gently laid her on the bed, took out a medicine box from the corner, and took out some medicine to stop the bleeding.

The man pulled out the arrow that cleared his right shoulder, and blood sprayed out, splashing on his white clothes, leaving a large patch of blood red on his body, as bright as a blooming flower, and the color of the blood was somewhat black.