Feng Yan's hand pinching her jaw gradually tightened.

Even if she said this, Feng Yan couldn't believe it, when he saw Feng Lin looking at Baishui with his eyes with a gentle smile, he felt that Feng Lin was not ordinary to Baishuishui.

There was still an appreciation in the depths of Feng Lone's eyes, and he really wanted to know where that appreciation came from.

"What kind of eyes do you think this king didn't see Feng Lin looking at you?" Feng Yan said coldly.

Baishuishui's eyes showed confusion, and she raised her hand to push Feng Yan's chest, "Doesn't he see everyone so gentle and kind?" He looks at you like that, too! ”

"Baishui, do you really not understand or are you pretending to be stupid?" Feng Yan asked through gritted teeth.

Bai Shui Shui sighed and teased in a playful tone, "You suspected that there was a connection between me and Feng Lin before, and now you suspect that Feng Lin likes me, what are you thinking?" It's a pity that you don't write a book with this brain. ”

"Hyawrgy!" Feng Yan roared, "Can you be serious?" ”

"I'm serious." Hundertwasser emphasized.

Feng Yan took a deep breath and wanted to raise his hand to pinch her with the other hand, but the hand was still in his mouth, and the carriage suddenly stopped, and then a long sword with a flickering cold light stabbed in from the outside of the carriage, piercing the carriage, and the blade of the sword shaved off a strand of hair on the side of Baishuishui's cheek.

Baishui's pupils constricted, and he gasped.

The slightest deviation of the blade could have pierced his face.

The man with the sword pressed the sword a few points.

Feng Yan rolled around in the carriage with Baishui, and then Feng Yan pulled Baishuishui tightly in his arms, and after smashing the carriage with one palm, he took Baishuishui into the air with light power.

Feng Yan pressed Baishui Shui Di on his chest, and said in a cold voice, "If you don't want to die, don't look up." ”

"How many?" Bai Shui asked quickly.

It was clear that an Assassin had been ambushed nearby.

Feng Yan glanced at it, "More than twenty." ”

After hearing this, Bai Shuishui's heart was cold.

She knew that Feng Yan was very strong, and she also knew that the secret text and the hidden rebellion were very strong.

They dealt with these twenty or so assassins, and at most they were injured.

But what about yourself?

I'm afraid they don't have time to take care of themselves, and Feng Yan has always wanted to kill himself.

He may take advantage of this to get rid of himself.

As soon as she thought of this, Bai Shuishui's eyes became a little colder, and if necessary, she had to extricate herself from the formation.

"Lord Wang, catch the sword!" Dark Text threw a sword at Feng Yan.

Feng Yan grasped the hilt of the sword, holding Bai Shui Shui with just one hand, and wielding the blade with the other hand to deal with the black-clothed assassin who rushed in his face.

Bai Shui Shui hugged Feng Yan's arm tightly with both hands, feeling the night wind constantly blowing on his cheeks.

Will Feng Yan use himself to block the sword?

She thought it was very likely.

But at this moment, Feng Yan let go of Baishui Shui and coldly ordered, "Hide behind this king, don't move." ”

After Feng Yan finished speaking, he held the sword with both hands and attacked fiercely.

Bai Shui stood behind him, feeling the strong smell of blood condense on the tip of his nose, and the assassins who came to assassinate him fell one after another in a pool of blood.

She could hear screams, she could hear the sound of swords clashing, and she felt like she was in hell, and the aura around her was gradually becoming cold.

It was a summer night, but the cold was wanton.

Bai Shui Shui raised her hand and covered her nose with her white and slender hand, the smell of blood really made her nauseous.