Chunke took a stick from the side, put it in front of her, held it tightly in her hand, fine sweat broke out in her palm, she stabilized her breathing, walked forward slowly, exchanged glances with Ye Xintian who turned around, and then stepped forward.

Jing Zhaoyin narrowed his eyes, put his hands on Ye Xintian's shoulders, and said, "If you didn't save him when he saw death, my son wouldn't have died at all!" ”

"My lord, I told you, I can't do it, it's not that I won't help." Ye Xintian saw that he was about to get excited again, so he had to whisper to reassure.

What she said was really not perfunctory, too much time has passed, she is not sure to save Jing Zhaoyin's son, it's not that she is ruthless, she understands that she pities the parents of the world, he still wants to save his son so much, what about the other party, he has been appealing without a way, and finally found an opportunity, and he will not let go of Jing Zhaoyin's son easily.

The case is based on human and material evidence, and it is impossible to make a fair judgment with only one of them, and as far as she knows, Jing Zhaoyin's son has indeed beaten others, and she has no idea whether it will cause death or not, because the body is already highly decomposed, and there is any possibility.

"You are so powerful, even if it is just a small favor, my son will not die, you killed him!" The more Jing Zhao Yin spoke, the more excited she became, and she unconsciously squeezed her shoulders.

Ye Xintian frowned in pain, a man's strength when he was excited was several times greater than that of a woman, so she could hear the gurgling sound of bones rubbing.

She looked over Kyung Zhao Yin and saw that Chun Ke was slowly approaching this side without attracting Jing Zhao Yin's attention, and they made eye contact to tell each other what to do next.

"I think the most important thing now is to find out who poisoned them." Ye Xintian steered the topic in another direction.

"You don't understand!" Jing Zhaoyin suddenly shouted loudly: "It's the saint today, he wants to kill the chicken and make an example of the monkey, this matter has dragged on for too long, the impact is too great, and the saint has sacrificed my son!" ”

Ye Xintian looked at him with wide eyes and said, "My lord, don't talk nonsense without evidence, this is a big crime of killing your head and stealing your family!" ”

On the surface, it seems to be comforting, but in fact she is cooperating with Chunke, the two of them are women, and when they put down a man, they have to see the right time, and there is only one chance.

"You are not a good thing, if you are willing to come to the rescue, I will repay you, but you refused, I bowed my head and begged you, but you didn't agree!" Jing Zhaoyin was blaming the saint one second, and the next second he aimed the gun at her.

"I can explain." Ye Xintian raised his hands, indicating that he had no intention of doing anything to him.

At this moment, Chunke approached behind Jing Zhaoyin and raised his stick high. Zi, just waiting for Ye Xintian to give a look, she will knock down on Jing Zhaoyin's head hard.

"Explain? What do you explain? My son died, and he lay in the coffin and will never open his eyes again! Jing Zhaoyin was angry when he saw her, remembering that she refused without thinking about it, and he hated it so much.

Ye Xintian grasped Jing Zhaoyin's relaxation and exchanged glances with Chunke, who was responsible for hitting the head, while she lowered her head to Jing Zhaoyin's arm and bit it hard.

"Humph!" Jing Zhaoyin suddenly snorted coldly, let go of Ye Xintian, and leaned to the side, avoiding the stick. At the same time, he raised his hand and hit the back of Chunke's neck, and the attack was fast, ruthless and accurate.

Chunke's eyes widened and he looked at Jing Zhaoyin in disbelief, feeling a numbness coming from his neck, his eyelids suddenly closed heavily, and his body fell to the ground.

"Chunke!" Ye Xintian screamed, wanting to step forward to support Chunke, but was stopped by Jing Zhaoyin, she gritted her teeth and asked, "What do you want to do!" ”

"Kill you." Jing Zhaoyin's eyes turned red, and his whole face was hideous, and Yun said these two words lightly.

"You're crazy, you dare to kill me?" Ye Xintian pretended to be calm and said.

"My son is walking alone on Huangquan Road, it's very lonely, you have to accompany him!" Jing Zhaoyin said as he faced Ye Xintian and raised his hands.

Ye Xintian stared at the hands, felt scared for the first time, his feet unconsciously stepped back, and when he saw that he wanted to get close to her, he turned around and ran back.

She told herself that this time it was not a dead end, she would definitely be able to escape! Jing Zhaoyin is the one who wants to kill her, so Chunke will be fine for the time being, she has to find the lost Qingling and let Qingling come over and take Chunke away.

"Don't waste your strength, you can't run away!" Jing Zhaoyin said in a deep voice behind him, with confidence in his words.

Ye Xintian didn't have time to think about where his confidence came from, her feet quickened, she had to get out of this alley quickly and run to the street.

Suddenly, a dark shadow passed overhead and landed steadily, blocking her path.

"Do you know martial arts?" Ye Xintian looked at him in surprise, no matter how he looked at it before, he looked like a weak scholar, but he didn't expect him to hide so deeply, and he would know martial arts.

Jing Zhaoyin laughed, stepped closer to Ye Xintian, and said, "I originally just wanted to be an ordinary person, why did you force me?" ”

"Why don't you tell someone about your martial arts?"

"Are these your last words? How about I give you a second chance to ask again? Jing Zhaoyin showed a bloodthirsty smile, and his game of advancing and retreating should be over.

"Why are you hiding?" Ye Xintian still asked the same question.

Jing Zhaoyin smiled and said, "Then I'll let you die." ”

Ye Xintian glanced at Chunke on the ground, remembering that after they were separated, when Chunke and Qingling looked for her, they must have discussed that if one of them didn't come back for too long, the other would go back to report the news, and she only needed to buy a little more time to wait for the rescuers.

"I've always been good at martial arts, but I never used it, and you never asked if I knew martial arts." Jing Zhaoyin thought this question was very funny.

"You're going to kill me because I didn't save your son?" Ye Xintian asked again.

Jing Zhaoyin shook his head and reminded her, "We are not just about you dying and not being saved. ”

"We've had a lot of holidays?"

Jing Zhaoyin nodded and replied ambiguously: "Sort of." ”

"...... you" Ye Xintian wanted to ask deeper. into a little.

"That's the end of the last words." Jing Zhaoyin interrupted her words, suddenly reached out and clasped her neck, slowly exerted, and said, "I don't have time to play with you." ”

The sudden move caught Ye Xintian off guard, and she felt a lack of oxygen in the next second, she grabbed Jing Zhaoyin's hand holding her neck with both hands, but let her nails scratch his skin, red, swollen and bleeding, he didn't let go.

Moreover, Jing Zhaoyin's arms are all muscles, it seems that although he usually does the work of a civil official, he has not neglected to exercise, so his light skills are so good, he noticed Chunke's actions early on, but he didn't show it, he wanted to lure Chunke into his trap and prevent Chunke from having a chance to move the rescuers.

The neck was pinched, and soon the force increased, Ye Xintian could breathe less and less air, she was so suffocated that her face was red, she opened her mouth to call for help, she couldn't make a sound, and her brain began to lack oxygen, she had a feeling of dying, her eyes slowly rolled upward, her feet fluttered lightly, she stretched out her hands to grab Jing Zhaoyin, but she waved it hard in the air a few times, and then slowly drooped.

The inhaled air is getting thinner and thinner, and the body functions are not obeying, Ye Xintian didn't expect that he would cross over and pick up a life, but now he has to explain it to Jing Zhaoyin.

Not convinced? Hate the injustice of God? These questions surfaced in Ye Xintian's brain, but the answer was no, she should have died, and she was already grateful for being able to live back from the dead for so long.

"Go to death, go to the funeral, you are a scourge to live!" Jing Zhaoyin stared at his eyes and opened his mouth to curse loudly.

Before she was about to lose consciousness, she heard Jing Zhaoyin say something, but the voice was too low for her to hear clearly. She couldn't go any further, because she seemed to see the ghost with the token.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew in the alley, accompanied by a black figure, I saw him flash quickly, and slapped a palm on Jing Zhaoyin's chest, Jing Zhaoyin took several steps back before stabilizing his body.

Ye Xintian's body had no support, the whole person was very vain, and she couldn't even stand steadily, but fortunately she got oxygen again, she saw a figure in front of her, and she was rescued, so she closed her eyes with peace of mind.

Yi Sijin stretched out her arms around her, hugged her in her arms, supported her to stand with her body, and then asked with concern: "Are you okay?" ”

"Finally got a little life back." Ye Xintian lifted his heavy eyelids and replied slowly.

Fortunately, she delayed Jing Zhaoyin with nonsense, otherwise she wouldn't have been able to hold Yi Sijin to save her, lying on his shoulder, she saw Qingling standing not far away, and said thank you silently.

"You rest in peace, and leave the rest to the king." Yi Sijin hugged her with one hand, and turned around with the long sword in the other, the tip of the sword pointed directly at Jing Zhaoyin, and said coldly: "It's your turn now, do you know what crime you are guilty of killing the princess?" ”

When Ye Xintian heard this, he reopened his eyes and said to him, "Leave him alive, I have something to ask him." ”

Jing Zhaoyin didn't have the slightest fear on his face, and his feet fell backwards, ready to flee.

Yi Sijin frowned, very dissatisfied with what she said, but the long sword was put down, noticing Jing Zhaoyin's actions, with a flick of his hand, the long sword quickly flew out, and soon side by side with Jing Zhaoyi, and then crossed Jing Zhaoyin, and with a 'poof' sound, the long sword was inserted into the wall.

Then he called out lightly: "Chen Shen." ”

Another black figure rushed out from the side, blocking Jing Zhaoyin's path with a sword, but Jing Zhaoyin was not a fuel-efficient lamp, fighting with Chen Shen.

Yi Sijin glanced at their direction, then didn't pay attention to them anymore, looked down at the person in his arms and said, "With this king here, you can sleep in peace, don't brace it." ”

Although it was a very ordinary sentence, Ye Xintian was so moved at this time that he suddenly wanted to grasp this warmth.

So, Ye Xintian stretched out his hands, hugged Yi Sijin's waist, and buried his head in his chest.

"Sleep, this king will send you home." Yi Sijin's body stiffened, but she quickly calmed down and said.