The arrow stabbed from behind and then through the body.

The arrows, glowing green, have been soaked in blood at this time. It's just that the blood that came out of the wound was supposed to be bright red, but now it turned dark red.

There is also an unusual fishy sweetness.

Cold Moon's heart shrank suddenly.

He was wearing fiery red clothes, so it was not obvious before, but at this moment, when he got closer, Leng Yue found that the fiery red had fused with the scarlet blood.

All around, the sound of the wind and the sound of the handing of blades came and went, and the hair was carried up by the wind, I don't know if it was hers or his, dancing messily and bewitchingly in mid-air.

Leng Yue's breathing stopped for a moment, and the hand that was under Ye Jiuchen's body slowly lifted and put it under his sight.

The palm that was red with blood seemed to sting Leng Yue's eyes.

Leng Yue tightened her palm suddenly.

Ye Jiuchen's eyes were deep and cold, like the dark night Shura, looking at Leng Yue without blinking, looking at her solemn expression, and couldn't help but smile indifferently.

"Aren't you very good at fighting?"

Leng Yue knew that Ye Jiuchen was comforting herself.

"Just because I can fight doesn't mean I'm stupid!"

"It's okay, ...... minor injury"

Before Ye Jiuchen could finish his sentence, his eyes suddenly widened, and his handsome face was full of surprise and incredulity.

Because Leng Yue had already picked up the short sword as she spoke, she cut it at the position of her wrist without hesitation.

She's measured, so she avoids the major arteries and doesn't bleed to death, but she does shed enough blood.

"What are you doing!"

Ye Jiuchen almost roared, grabbed Leng Yue's wrist, and wanted to get up, but the sudden feeling of dizziness made him unable to parry, and he fell back heavily.

Leng Yueyan quickly held the person back and aimed his wrist at Ye Jiuchen's lips.

His lips were red, her blood was red, but at this time, they blended together perfectly.

"Drink it!"

Leng Yue didn't seem to be opening her mouth without waves, but Ye Jiuchen could still clearly hear the thick coldness in her voice.

That's anger.

Her little Yue'er is angry.

The dizziness just now, the dark blood flowing from the wound on his chest, the increasingly rapid breathing, and the increasingly blurred vision made Ye Jiuchen clearly understand that he was poisoned.

And Leng Yue wants to use her blood to detoxify herself.

Thinking about it, the corners of Ye Jiuchen's lips immediately hooked up a touch of arc.

Seeing that Ye Jiuchen didn't move, Leng Yue suddenly raised her voice.

"To drink or not to drink?"

Ye Jiuchen still had a smile on the corner of his lips, raised his hand, slowly grabbed Leng Yue's arm that was on his lips, and gently moved away.

"Little Yue'er ......"

"You don't drink it, do you?"

Without waiting for Ye Jiuchen to finish speaking, Leng Yue suddenly raised her wrist and sent it to her lips, took a big sip, and then leaned over, pressed Ye Jiuchen's lips, and sent it up.

The warm liquid with the smell of rust entered his mouth and slid down his throat, and Ye Jiuchen's eyes froze.

At the same time, not far away, arrows wrapped in the cold of the wind and strong hatred shot fiercely in their direction.

Leng Yue's eyebrows froze, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw that the arrow was getting closer and closer to her.

Ye Jiuchen also noticed it, and when Leng Yue fed him blood, he got up and hugged Leng Yue tightly in his arms.

His back, to the arrow.

"Ye Jiuchen, you step on the horse and let go of me!"

With a "poof", the arrow has entered the body.

Leng Yue's body seemed to stiffen and fall down in an instant, and on her face, there seemed to be a cold liquid sliding down her eye sockets.

But she couldn't control it, and she couldn't take care of it, so she held Ye Jiuchen in her arms with her backhand.

Over there, Yue Cheng had already discovered that Ye Jiuchen was injured, and hurriedly stabbed his sword into the opponent's chest, quickly jumping in front of Leng Yue and Ye Jiuchen.

"Master! Master, how are you? ”

As Yue Cheng spoke, a few more arrows flew over, and Yue Cheng looked at it, only to find that the arrows were not coming from the peak, but from another direction.

And in that direction, a group of people gradually came out.

The leader was a woman, dressed in fine clothes and wearing luxurious hair accessories, but her face was full of resentment and resentment.

Because of resentment and resentment, that originally delicate face has become like a ghost at this moment, hideous and terrifying.

Leng Ruoxue was at the banquet before, in order not to make Ye Mohan suspicious, he deliberately pretended to be panicked to arouse Ye Mohan's disgust.

Taking advantage of the fact that he didn't care about himself and went to chase Leng Yue, he took the people that the Jiang family had arranged for him in advance to chase Leng Yue.

The arrow just now, the arrow that Ye Jiuchen blocked for Leng Yue, was shot by her.

No one knew that the concubine of General Zhenguo was cold and could shoot arrows.

Because no one knows what she did secretly in order to make Leng Yue die.

Looking at the picture of Ye Jiuchen, who had been protecting, pampering, and even begging to marry Leng Yue in public at this time, was lying in Leng Yue's arms, and his life was gradually passing, Leng Ruoxue was very happy.

The people who brought it had already fought with Yue Cheng and the other shadow guards, but Leng Ruoxue smiled fiercely, holding a long sword in her hand, step by step, approaching Leng Yue and Ye Jiuchen.

Beside him, there are people who are constantly falling, and splattered blood, and the sword light and sword shadow are particularly intoxicating against the background of the moonlight and blood light.

But she had turned a blind eye and turned a deaf ear.

In her eyes, there is only Leng Yue, only that life, Leng Yue, who has been held in her hands.

Finally!

She's finally waiting for this day!

For so many years, all her unwillingness and all her hatred can be ended on this day.

Thinking of this, Leng Ruoxue felt as if her whole person was burning.

How about the cold and cold old lady who doesn't love herself?

What if Ye Mohan doesn't love himself?

The people they care about and cherish are about to die by their own hands!

"Hahaha...... Hahaha...... Hahaha......"

Thinking of this, Leng Ruoxue suddenly couldn't help laughing.

The laughter is heartbreaking, and the laughter can't help itself.

Leng Yue was holding Ye Jiuchen dead at this time, allowing him to be intertwined with his own ties in red clothes stained with blood.

And Ye Jiuchen in his arms was extremely pale and fragile.

Cold Moon's dark eyes condensed.

She had never seen Ye Jiuchen like this, and he always looked like a flower in front of him.

But now......

Leng Yue's face was cloudy.

He had already been seriously injured before, so why did he have to help himself block those two arrows?

Ye Jiuchen stared at Leng Yue deeply, as if he wanted to imprint her firmly in his eyes.

It's just that, looking at the faintly glowing water on her cheeks, Ye Jiuchen felt that her heart was throbbing.

"Why are you crying?"

Ye Jiuchen smiled and whispered.

"Fart!"

Leng Yue pretended to be angry and replied.

"Cold Moon!"

Leng Ruoxue smiled enough, and was finally able to calm down, looking at Leng Yue and Ye Jiuchen coldly.

But she found that even if they were embarrassed, even if they were about to die in their own hands, they could still be so open-minded and not take themselves seriously.

Why are they?

Leng Ruoxue couldn't help but shout, but Leng Yue and Ye Jiuchen still didn't give her a penny of the afterglow out of the corner of their eyes.

Leng Yue just looked at Ye Jiuchen in his arms, and Ye Jiuchen just looked at Leng Yue.

Leng Yue's tone was firm.

"You'll be fine."

Ye Jiuchen just laughed.

"Remember what you told me?"

"Yes."

Every word, every sentence, goes deep into the bone marrow.

"You say, without your permission, no one can hurt me, not even myself.

You say, I can't die without your permission.

Ye Jiuchen, you are my person!

Now the same words, I'll give it back to you!

You are not allowed to do anything without my permission.

If you have something, on the fifteenth day, I will set foot on the ten miles of red makeup and marry someone else! ”

As always, the tone of the cold moon.

The smile on the corner of Ye Jiuchen's mouth became more and more intense and oblique.

"Then I'll be a ghost, and I won't let you go!"

"I can't ask for it."

Leng Ruoxue was completely ignored, seeing that the two of them were like no one around, she finally couldn't hold back the angry snake in her heart, raised her sword, and stabbed at the two.

Leng Yue, don't you love Ye Jiuchen?

Didn't you allow him to die?

Then I'm going to let you see with your own eyes how he died in front of you!

Leng Ruoxue's eyes were almost out of their sockets, and her facial features were extremely hideous because of resentment and resentment.

The sword stabbed straight towards Ye Jiuchen.

Leng Yue and Ye Jiuchen had already sensed Leng Ruoxue's movements, but no one dodged.

It's just that at the moment when Leng Ruoxue's sword was about to touch Ye Jiuchen, Leng Yue suddenly hugged the person tightly, bent down, and completely exposed his body to Leng Ruoxue's sword.

"Poof—"

The sword entered the body, penetrated through the shoulder armor, and the tip of the sword with red blood appeared in front of Ye Jiuchen's eyes.

The warm liquid dripped down the tip of the sword, landed on Ye Jiuchen's lips, and penetrated into his mouth along his lips.

Ye Jiuchen's eyes were fierce, and he immediately got up and hugged Leng Yue with his backhand.

"Are you crazy?"

Leng Yue's face was as calm as ever, as if the sword just now didn't stab her.

"Nope."

Which eye did you see that the old lady was crazy?

In an instant, there seemed to be something in Ye Jiuchen's eyes, and it flashed.

"Yue'er, you ......"

She could obviously dodge that sword, but she didn't dodge, but dodged the key point, allowing Leng Ruoxue to deliberately stab it.

What the hell is she going to do?

Ye Jiuchen held Leng Yue tightly in his hand, his voice trembled uncontrollably, but there was bottomless disbelief in his eyes.

Leng Yue still had an expressionless face like a big guy.

"You think I'm going to be martyred?"

Martyrdom is impossible to be martyred, and it is impossible to be martyred for a lifetime.

Leng Yue's words made Ye Jiuchen's body stiffen, and then, a pair of good-looking sword eyebrows instantly knotted.

At the bottom of my heart, there was an ominous premonition, and I was caught off guard from rising.

Leng Yue looked at Ye Jiuchen without blinking for a moment, and said word by word:

"Ye Jiuchen, do you believe me?"