Xiang Ziyu was stunned for two seconds, but he didn't expect Qinghe to ask like this, and sneered, "How about the letter?" What if you don't believe it? ”

Qinghe didn't comment on Xiang Ziyu's answer, but just smiled, "Whether the son believes it or not, it can't change the destined fate, if this child can live today, the past will definitely be extraordinary." ”

Xiang Ziyu frowned, and was about to ask something more.

The secret guard dragged the midwife and hurried over, "Childe, girl, the midwife is here." ”

Touching the sweat, I hope to come in time.

When the midwife saw Qinghe, her trembling mood was stabilized, and she turned to Hua Rong, who was lying on the bed and fell into a coma, and her panicked nerves calmed down a little.

Qinghe glanced at the midwife, then turned around and inserted a needle in each of the three major acupuncture points on Hua Rong's forehead.

After a while, Hua Rong woke up suddenly, his qi was still extremely weak, his pale face, the cold sweat that breeded, his eyes looked around without strength, and fell on Xiang Ziyu, squirming his mouth with difficulty, and called, "Huainan." ”

Xiang Ziyu immediately stepped forward and gently stroked Hua Rong's hair, "I'm here, I'm here, it's okay, it's okay." Don't be afraid. ”

Hua Rong let out a "hmm", "Child... Where's the child..."

"It's okay, the midwife is here. And..."Xiang Ziyu glanced back at Qinghe, "This is the junior sister of the divine doctor, the medical skills are not under the divine doctor, with her, there will be no problem." ”

Hua Rong looked at Qinghe gratefully, "That... That's the trouble girl, thank you. ”

Qinghe nodded lightly.

"Childe, Madame is ready to give birth."

After waiting for another moment, Qinghe opened his mouth to remind.

"yes, okay." Xiang Ziyu responded, looking at the flowers with a memory, and he was reluctant to do so, once this started, it was a real battlefield, life and death were in danger, and he had no bottom.

At this moment, I was scared.

"Huainan." Hua Rong pulled his sleeve at the moment when Xiang Ziyu was about to get up and give way, "Huainan... I..."

Xiang Ziyu heard this, and immediately squatted down again, "What's wrong?" But scared? ”

Hua Rong bit her lower lip, yes, I'm afraid. I'm really scared, I'm afraid that my child will die, I'm afraid I'm afraid I won't see the sun tomorrow, I'm afraid I'll never see Shu Ya again, my sixth brother, my brother, Huainan...

"Nope." When the words came to her lips, she denied it, if she was scared, what would Huainan do?

"I'm fine, I just want to call you." Hua Rong shook her head slightly.

Xiang Ziyu smiled distressedly, "It's okay, you can call me in the future." ”

"Hmm."

The corners of Hua Rong's mouth rose slightly, and she looked at Qinghe who was standing on the side, signaling that she could start.

Qinghe took Xiang Ziyu's place, looked at Hua Rongwan and smiled, and did not have any words of relief, because she was not sure, so there was no reason to give anyone no hope for the future.

Path Xiang Ziyu side, skimming at the simple bandage of his arm, still covered with blood.

"There are herbs in the house, you can bandage them yourself, it is not easy to get infected."

Xiang Ziyu didn't know whether he heard it or not, but he just made a faint "um" sound, and a pair of eyes full of sadness, reluctance, resentment, pain, helplessness and helplessness all fell on Hua Rong, and he couldn't move half a point.

The white sand curtain not far from the bed was lowered, blocking the people inside, but the shadow saw two figures, and the blood red lying on the bed, which was particularly conspicuous.

"Childe, wound."

The secret guard skillfully searched for a few medicines to heal the wounds.

Xiang Ziyu looked at the white gauze curtain that he couldn't see clearly, sat in the center of the bed, in the transparent place of the front and back doors, and put his arms on the table, the meaning was self-evident.

Dark Guard carefully used scissors to cut the red strip of cloth, and cut the corners of the sticky clothes, revealing a wound ten centimeters long, almost across the entire upper arm, the wound was very deep, white bones could be seen, and around the wound, there were some red sand grains sticky, which should not be wiped clean.

Seeing this injury, the dark guard couldn't help but gasp, this kind of injury is not uncommon for people like him who lick blood from the knife edge, and it can even be common, but he was surprised that Xiang Ziyu's lines did not move, as steady as Mount Tai, as if this wound was not on his arm.

"Ahh

Hua Rong's heart-rending screams came from the white gauze curtain, maybe it was too miserable, and the impressive wound made the secret guard's hand tremble and tremble, almost unable to hold the scissors, and stabbed straight at Xiang Ziyu.

Fortunately, Xiang Ziyu was so focused on Hua Rong that he didn't notice the panic of the secret guard, the dark guard took a deep breath, quickly adjusted his state, and bandaged the wound for Xiang Ziyu with stitches.

Screams continued to be heard from the white gauze curtain, and the midwife's voice of encouragement over and over again.

Xiang Ziyu didn't know how painful it was to give birth, but he knew that Hua Rong must be in pain now, giving birth to a child, poisoning, everything was torturing Hua Rong and him.

So much so that he didn't notice the pain without using anesthetic to suture the wound, but felt like a knife in the heart. It hurt so much that it covered up the other pains.

Suddenly.

Xiang Ziyu's face changed suddenly, and the secret guard who was doing the final process on the side also stiffened, his fingers moved slightly, murderous, yes, murderous, so strong that people couldn't ignore it.

The dark guard raised his eyes and looked at Xiang Ziyu, who was not moving, and continued to bandage his wounds.

The murderous aura is getting closer and closer, getting closer and closer.

It's clear, it's clear... They had already discovered that Hua Lu and the dying secret guard had failed... The end of failure is... It's death, and they... He's dead.

Everything around is terrible quiet, and the noise is terrible.

The wind stopped, the air froze, and everything became still, but the murderous aura swept in, like a violent wind and a tsunami, with wild means, wantonly pounced.

The sound of the trees in the front and back yards was silent, the flowers stopped swaying, everything was still, but it slowly became tense, tense and dangerous, and the breathing became rapid, and dense fine sweat broke out on the forehead.

It's moving!

It suddenly moved, pierced the air, and approached Xiang Ziyu, and at the same moment, Xiang Ziyu's hand holding the long sword also moved, entangled with the dangerous resistance in the air.

Xiang Ziyu and the dark guard rushed to the front yard and the backyard respectively at the same time, fighting with the chasing assassins, the sword light and blood shadow, unable to distinguish who is who, which face to which face, only strong black and dazzling red in their eyes.

Intertwined, converged, sprayed.

The long sword in his hand kept waving, and the big wounds on his body were visible to the naked eye, and they were too many to count.

But they must not retreat, the threshold behind them is their last line of defense, can not be crossed, stubbornly defend the line of resistance, Xiang Ziyu in the front yard is the meaning of the secret guard, and the flowers being produced in the house are the existence of Xiang Ziyu sworn to resist.

No one can go in, cross, break into that house. Except for the dead. No, no one can do it, no one will school even if death comes