The shadow guard couldn't block all the arrows, so one of them stabbed at Sheng Han's sleeve from the gap, and the fifteen who fell out of Sheng Han's sleeve's arms jumped quickly and smashed it away with his body.

Although it was knocked open, when the fifteenth hind leg was also bruised, blood gushed out.

Its head was dizzy, and its ass sat down next to Sheng Han's sleeve, and after a few seconds, it screamed as if it had just reacted, "Fuck, I'm a real dog!" ”

The pain in his leg twitched, and it grinned, "I'm bleeding!" I'm going to die!! ”

Sheng Hansleeve, "......"

If it weren't for the wrong timing, she would have laughed at the stupid dog at this time of crisis.

Eating and drinking, Lazar came with everything, not a real dog, is it a fairy??!

She took fifteen into her arms, and didn't care about the blood on her clothes, "Shut up, the old lady is not dead, you are a dead fart." ”

Fifteen was silent.

Despite the tension, its focus is also peculiar, "Sleeve, you're exploding." ”

“……”

"You must know that you are in front of the Lord of War, but you are a little fairy with white flowers and white flowers."

Red-clothed heard the barking of the dog and took the time to look around.

Sheng Han's sleeves tightened his face, "Fifteen is injured and needs to be bandaged as soon as possible." ”

The blood that had flowed out had soaked into her clothes, fused together and could not be distinguished.

The assassin collected the arrows and rushed up to fight the shadow guard at close range, and for a moment the sword and sword shadow made Sheng Hansleeve think that he was on the verge of death.

Fifteen wanted to say something funny and told her not to worry, but it was so painful that she didn't have the strength to speak.

Sheng Han's sleeves were tightly guarded for fifteen, and for the first time in his life, he hated that he couldn't even do the kung fu of a three-legged cat, so he could only hide stupidly.

Mo Rin didn't go far, his palanquin and the carriage of the War King's Mansion went out of Lu Yuan one after another, and when he heard that there were assassins entangled, he picked up his sword and rushed over.

The shadow guard was on par with the assassin, his eyes were slightly dark, and while the two sides were not looking, he quickly took Sheng Han's sleeve out of the fighting circle.

There was the sound of the wind in his ears, and the firelight gradually faded away, Sheng Han came back to his senses and called him, "Master Mo, please stop!" ”

Mo Rin pursed her lips, and finally didn't come against her wishes, and chose a relatively hidden and quiet place to settle.

"Thank you Mo Gongzi for helping." This is the second time, and I just feel that I have repaid his kindness, and I owe him a favor.

"It is a virtue to draw a sword to help when the road is uneven." In a relaxed and joking tone, he said with a solemn expression, "Miss Sheng didn't suffer any injuries, right?" ”

"I'm fine." Sheng Hansleeve looked down at the weak and listless fifteen in his arms, "My dog blocked an arrow for me and shed a lot of blood. ”

"If Miss Sheng doesn't mind, let me take a look?"

Fifteen really needed to treat the wound as soon as possible, so Sheng Hansleeve gave it to Mo Rin.

After inspecting the wound, Mo Rin said, "I'll bandage it briefly first, and I must ask Lang Zhong when I turn around." ”

"Yes." She said again, "Thank you, Master Mo." ”

"It's just a small thing." Pulled a piece of cloth from the hem of his clothes, divided five by two to wrap it up, and temporarily stopped the bleeding, Mo Rin couldn't help but say the long-standing question in his heart, "Miss Sheng, do you like Lord Zhan?" ”

Sheng Hansleeve didn't react at once.

Mo Rin stared at her smoky blue eyes, "The beauty in the backyard of the War King's Mansion is like a cloud, and you have no reputation as a Dusheng girl, but you are obviously the only one who is favored." ”

"Young Master Mo, this ......" Sheng Hansleeve smiled, "What's the point?" ”

She was reduced to Yuloufang, and she was the one who was brought back to her house from Liuxiang by the prince of war, this prince of Houmen thinks that she can compete for fame and affection?

Mo Rin paused, "Then let's change the question, does the war prince like you?" ”