Ye Ziqi only felt a pain in her lower abdomen, lowered her head, and the flying knife sank into her body.

"Qiqi." A frightened voice broke the silence of the valley.

Mo Yan, Guan Yan and the others were stunned when they heard Feng Jiuchuan's eager and startled voice. Mo Yan's eyes were quick, and the flying sword in his hand shot out, and before his sword could pierce the killer, a silver light flashed, and the killer's head rolled off.

Feng Jiuchuan threw away the sword in his hand, hugged her tightly, and covered her wounds with his hands.

Ye Ziqi smiled at him, "It's okay for the prince." ”

"Don't talk." The calm and indifferent voice of the past actually carried a hint of trill.

Mo Yan stepped forward and said, "The prince has to pull out the knife in his wife's body quickly." ”

"Hemp boils." Feng Jiuchuan said.

Guan Yan rummaged through the medicine box, his face was a little ugly, "Lord Wang, I didn't bring the hemp boiling san with me." ”

In an instant, the surrounding air condensed.

Feng Jiuchuan glanced at him coldly and said coldly: "Who prepared something?" ”

"It's a subordinate." One of the guards stepped forward and knelt down in front of him.

"Go back and punish yourself." Feng Jiuchuan said in a deep voice.

"Yes." The guard didn't dare to hold any grudges.

Ye Ziqi held his hand, "Don't worry, I can bear it." ”

According to the amount of blood she bleeds in her abdomen, if there is no more blood, she will not be infected and die, but will have to die of excessive blood loss first. The knife was pulled out of the flesh alive, and the pain was tantamount to the pain of cutting the flesh.

Between life and death, she had no choice.

Guan Yan took a clean handkerchief and let Ye Ziqi bite it.

"Madam, don't worry, it will be fine soon." Guan Yan said calmly, with a solemn expression, no longer the usual hippie smile.

Ye Ziqi nodded.

Guan Yan held the hilt of the knife and was about to pull it out, when a cold voice sounded.

"I'll come."

Guan Yan glanced at the prince in surprise, and then moved out of the way.

Feng Jiuchuan's expression was solemn, and he ordered: "Hold your limbs." ”

Mo Yan and Guan Yan pressed Ye Ziqi's limbs to prevent her from moving her body in pain during the process of holding the knife, which would make it very dangerous.

Feng Jiuchuan looked at her, his deep black pupils flushed, "Qiqi, don't be afraid, it's all right at once." I counted three times, and then I took the knife after three clicks. ”

This was probably the most Feng Jiuchuan had ever said.

Ye Ziqi blinked to show that he understood.

"One."

A deep, mellow voice rang in her ears, and her heart tensed as he reported the numbers.

"Two."

Ye Ziqi is already ready, waiting for the arrival of the third sound.

However, the third sound did not wait, but waited for a cone pain in the abdomen.

Even though she knew it would hurt, when she really felt it, she realized that it hurt even more than she imagined, comparable to the pain of scraping bones.

Ye Ziqi fainted directly in pain, his little face was pale and silent.

Feng Jiuchuan looked at the pale and bloodless little face, there was no longer the vivid appearance of the past, his deep eyes became darker and darker, and the flying knife in his hand was broken inch by inch.

"Tianshu."

Tianshu knelt in front of Feng Jiuchuan, he felt the anger of his master for the first time, in the past, the master was like a person who had no joy, anger and sorrow, even in the face of the emperor's harsh criticism, cold and indifferent. Even in the face of a lore situation, he is still as calm as water.

No matter how angry the master is, he will only sneer and will not be angry. But this time, he saw anger surging in his master's eyes.

"Within three days, find out who is behind it. Within one month, completely unplugged. Escape alone, only you ask. Feng Jiuchuan's voice was cold, as if he was from Jiuyou.