Mu Dianke is feeding Chang Qianfo medicine.

Hearing the familiar footsteps outside the door, her hand paused, did not raise her head, still lowered her eyebrows, stirred the sediment into the decoction, tilted her wrist slightly, scooped the last two spoonfuls of medicine at the bottom of the bowl, and fed Chang Qianfo to take. He turned sideways and took the warm water that had already been prepared on the case, and handed it to Chang Qianfo to rinse his mouth.

Placing the bronze water bowl at her feet, she took out a thin white cotton cloth handkerchief from her sleeve and gently wiped the medicinal stains from the corners of Chang Qianfo's lips.

The movements are delicate and gentle, they are cooked and done extremely naturally. Like an old couple who have been together for decades.

Jin Yanchen's heart ached.

The little tail that used to follow him and couldn't get rid of it was lost by him after all.

Mu Dianke put away the veil, stood up calmly, and looked up at Jin Yanchen, without the indifferent and unruly appearance he hated the most, graceful and light, very peaceful, very indifferent, and even gave people a bit of graceful illusion.

This is a temperament that does not belong to her in the first place.

"Do you want me to come and invite you personally?" Jin Yanchen said in a cold voice.

"I don't want to be at your mercy anymore." Mu Dianke spoke quietly, his voice was as cold as the snow hail in early winter, as beautiful as ever, but a little softer, and less-for-tat:

"I haven't forgotten my grandfather's hatred for a day. I'll still help you if you want. I also hope that you will respect me. I love Chang Qianfo and I want to be with him. ”

"Come here." Jin Yanchen said: "Don't let me say it again. ”

Mu Dianke stood still, but there was a crack in his eyes, no longer calm, with a trace of pleading sadness.

Jin Yanchen said again: "Come here." ”

Chang Qianfo sat quietly on the cushion at the head of the bed, looked at Mu Dianke's slightly trembling fingertips, and wanted to reach out and hold it tightly, but after all, he didn't stretch it out or speak.

He was a man, and he knew exactly what Jin Yanchen's abnormal forbearance meant.

There is no man who can be indifferent when he hears the words of a woman he loves say that he wants to be with someone else.

The air is as heavy as lead.

Mu Dianke looked at Jin Yanchen silently, neither of them spoke again, naturally, neither of them would back down.

Unlike many times in the past, Jin Yanchen did not slam the door and leave this time. He stood in the doorway with a knife in hand, surprisingly stubborn and uncomfortably calm.

"The sixth son, please come to the hall and sit less."

Chang Qianfo sat up on the bed, broke the deadlock atmosphere with his words, and said in a harmonious voice: "I'm sloppy in my illness, let me clean it up and come immediately." ”

If Jin Yanchen was a barrel of silent gunpowder, Chang Qianfo's words were to ignite the flame of that fuse, allowing him to finally explode after a long and extremely depressed calm.

"I didn't talk to you!" Jin Yanchen said coldly, staring at Mu Dianke's eyes as if bloodshot for a moment, and suddenly became furious, and shouted: "I asked you to come over, didn't you hear?!" ”

Mu Dianke's heart trembled, and he subconsciously took a step back. She had known Jin Yanchen for too long, and she knew him too well, so the angry and crazy Jin Yanchen was in unprecedented danger to a beast. Her leg stumbled over the corner of the table, and she reached out to grab a warm arm.

I don't know why, holding Chang Qianfo's arm, this time instead of feeling safe, I "chuckled" in my heart, and there was a kind of horror of an approaching storm.

Jin Yanchen raised his knife and slashed towards Chang Qianfo.

A blazing white light suddenly appeared in the house, and the ground swelled like a raging flame, burning more and more, and the roaring air wave lifted the rafters of the house, and the tiles fell like a torrential rain, and the furniture and utensils all over the room were shaken and fell to the ground, and the water gurgled and rolled all over the ground.

The heat wave is scorching.

Wind Thunder Knife!

Mu Dian Ke only saw Jin Yanchen use the Wind Thunder Knife once when he broke through the wasteland, and one knife deflected the famous "Sun Shooting Arrow", cut off the head of the old man with one knife, and Xue Qing with one knife.

Now he uses the Wind Thunder Knife to deal with Chang Qianfo.

Mu Dianke's heart sank suddenly.

Chang Qianfo had a premonition, and when Jin Yanchen was just getting up, he picked it up first, pushed Mu Dianke behind Jin Yanchen, lay down on the edge of the bed, turned over and bounced up, did not retreat but advanced, and rushed towards Jin Yanchen in front of him with the blazing sword light.

He had seen the power of the Wind Thunder Knife.

At the beginning, on the wasteland, Xue Qing secretly used "shooting sun arrows" to secretly calculate, and from such a distance, Jin Yanchen was still able to hit Xue Qing's back with a knife, so that he lost the perfect opportunity to escape. At the moment, the two of them are not far apart, Jin Yanchen is hurting people, it must be too late to escape, and in the place of the room, he has nowhere to escape.

Only Jin Yanchen's side is the safest.

For example, when a hurricane starts, the calmest place is the eye of the storm.

Although Chang Qianfo lost his internal strength, the foundation of light work was still there, and he pedaled on the edge of the bed to exert force, and his body was like an arrow off the string, swishing towards Jin Yanchen's eyes.

The hands are separated, the palm wind is surging, one is the chest and ribs of the golden goose dust, and the other is the lower abdomen.

Jin Yanchen held the knife with both hands, flipped the blade, castrated to contain it, the remaining strength was still healthy, changed his moves, and once again slashed at the head of Chang Qianfo with wind and thunder.

His waist and abdomen contracted, and he turned around to avoid Chang Qianfo's attack with both hands, and kicked him in the chest.

Chang Qianfo couldn't hit it, he quickly withdrew his hand, his palm fell to the ground, his body fluttered like a light swallow, swept out from under Jin Yanchen's blade, and his right hand rushed out like lightning, grabbed Jin Yanchen's ankle, and lifted it hard. Jin Yanchen was forced to put away his knife and stand firm. On his legs, he suddenly increased the force, hooked back suddenly, and then kicked out with force.

Chang Qianfo was weak in his illness, how could he resist his full force, his wrists and five fingers were sore, and he completely lost the shackles of Jin Yanchen's ankles.

One foot and one palm, collided several times in the air, and finally Chang Qianfo gradually fell down.

Jin Yanchen's face was gloomy, and the knife slammed down.

Chang Qianfo had just changed into a white coat that was dyed red again, fighting with Jin Yanchen with his bare hands, his face became whiter and whiter, and gradually, his feet also tended to be vain, and there was a tendency to be unstable.

As soon as Ling Fu went to the front hall, he heard that something had changed, and hurried over, and as soon as he arrived at the door of the conference hall, he heard a bang, and all the roof tiles in the side hall were overturned, and the dust was all over the sky. One by one, the sturdy shadows jumped out of the surrounding trees, entangled the iron guards who rushed in at the sound of the sound.

Ling Fu's heart sank, and he pulled his legs and ran wildly towards the council hall.

A gust of wind came from the side and back, the figure flickered, and Qu Ya punched over.

In his early years, Ling Fu was rampant in Shandong with shadowless legs, his legs were fierce and domineering, Qu Ya's Tongtian Fist was known for its fierceness, and the two of them practiced hard kung fu.

Qu Ya has strict orders in his body, Ling Fu is concerned about the safety of Chang Qianfo, and the two of them are doing their best, making ruthless moves, and every punch and leg is to the flesh.

Occasionally, fists and feet collide, and as soon as they touch, they bounce away. Rao is like this, the huge impact still made the faces of the two of them change, and it was obviously uncomfortable.

It's just that no one is willing to take a step back, gritting their teeth and holding on, fighting hard and hard, and the danger is full of dangers, and it is a lose-lose situation.

Chang Jili was sealed in a corner by Xu Younan, staring at the inner room anxiously, and he already regretted his intestines.

I just can't get out.

If he moves a step, Xu Younan will move a step; He moved again, and the old thing actually kicked left and right in front of him.

The hands and feet are used together, but they are still very elegant, and they are surprisingly good-looking.

The hands and feet are just right, and the prevention is not leaky.

"Why bother?" Xu Younan's gray robe sprinkled on the ground, looked at Chang Jili and smiled leisurely: "I will be a member of my in-laws in the future." ”

"Shit in-laws!" Chang Jili was almost driven crazy by this smiling tiger, and roared wildly: "Now you are going to kill my nephew!" Everyone is gone, and I'm still a fart in-laws! ”

"Oh, you mean, as long as people live, it's fine?" Xu Younan said with a smile: "Well, isn't there still your nephew and daughter-in-law?" ”

A cold long sword was pressed against the back of Jin Yanchen's neck.