Snowflakes fall on the face, bringing a hint of coolness when they melt.

Wei Yong's face was covered with blood, and his whole body was extremely sore, and this feeling of detachment made him feel like he was back on the battlefield for a long time.

The man in black was like a leek, and after cutting one stubble after another, he could see that something was wrong. He was ready to throw his life here today.

But......

Who would have thought that he was just sending his young lady to the academy, but he encountered such a thing.

But at the same time, he was also glad that the person who sent the eldest young master and Miss Nine out was himself.

Since Zhu Rong recovered and was able to go out, Wei Yong, the former commander of the guards, has been completely reduced to an exclusive coachman.

Many of his brothers were upset with him, but Wei Yong was willing.

The eldest young master has just recovered, and every time Zhu Rong goes out, Old Taijun Bai is actually frightened in his heart. Zhu Rong was trapped underground for fifteen years, and the old man was reluctant to let him out.

He didn't protect the little grandfather back then, but if he can protect the eldest young master this time, he can be regarded as a well-deserved death.

Even if these assassins may not have come for the eldest young master.

Wei Yong knew in his heart that the target of the assassin this time was probably Miss Nine.

Because this is on Miss Nine's way to school.

Wei Yong struggled to open his blood-soaked eyes, and looked at the girl holding the sword not far away through the man in black.

The current situation can be described as desperate, but his heart is not so desperate.

Wei Yong struggled to pull out the big knife that had been cut out, why did she not give up at this point, I am afraid it was because she was here.

This feeling is quite strange to say, as a loyal guard, this situation should be the first to persuade the master he protects to escape, but he saw that the object of his protection did not leave, but he was not so anxious.

Wei Yong grinned, a hint of sarcasm in his heart.

Sure enough, I'm still greedy for life and afraid of death.

The young master in this mansion, if there is anyone other than the eldest young master that he is willing to protect, it is only Miss Nine.

And all this is not out of his loyalty, but out of his selfishness.

He felt that compared to those nobles who used the guards as pawns and meat shields, Miss Nine was different from them.

He didn't know exactly what was different, but he just felt different.

After the turmoil in the British government, he had such a feeling in the secret place of his heart.

He didn't tell anyone about it.

The secret guards of the British Mansion were already surrounded, and everyone's faces were covered with blood, and they couldn't see clearly, and the swords in their hands were waving numbly.

They all know that there is no chance of victory, but as dark guards, they cannot give up until they fall.

A man in black rushed out from the side, and Wei Yong couldn't dodge it and was stabbed in the shoulder. Wei Yong's eyes were red, he snorted, took a step forward in pain, let the sword penetrate his shoulder, and cut off the head of the man in black with a big knife.

Wei Yong gasped loudly and continued to swing his knife.

He didn't give up because it wasn't a hopeless fight for him.

Because Miss Nine is still here.

He didn't know where his unwarranted belief came from, but he knew that if he lost this pillar, his body would no longer be able to move.

The snow became tighter and tighter, and a puff of blood flowers continued to explode, and the temperature of the flesh and blood rose with bursts of white gas.

And Wei Yong felt that the knife in his hand was getting heavier and heavier, and his heart tightened, knowing that it was almost to the limit.

"Nine ......" he muttered, but before he could speak, a cold light flashed in front of him.

But this time he was powerless to lift his knife.

Wei Yong closed his eyes, but the expected coldness of the blade did not come.

Instead, the crisp clash of blades clashed.

Here it comes.

Wei Yong opened his eyes and found that the fatal blow that had been blocked against him was actually another man in black.

Infighting?

Wei Yong looked around in amazement.

Just when Wei Yong couldn't hold it anymore, the situation changed.

The bamboo whistle sounded once, and the first wave of five people, as if they had received some signal, leaned towards them while responding to the attacks of the other black-clothed people.

And the man in black beside Wei Yong was the big man who had singled out with him once before with a big knife.

Before they could decide the winner, the second wave of the men in black appeared, and the scene fell into chaos, and the two of them went their own way to deal with the attack of the second wave of the men in black.

Unexpectedly, he turned around and blocked another wave of attacks from the black-clothed people for him before.

It's all about what and what.

Wei Yong looked around and found that there were other black-clothed men in front and behind who were leaning towards the secret guard of the British Mansion.

The Men in Black and the Men in Black fought around the Dark Guard.

It's just dazzling.

If it weren't for the big man next to him who had fought with him, Wei Yong wouldn't be able to figure out who was who now.

The bamboo whistle followed like a shadow, the big man waved his big knife and slashed down a man in black, glanced at Wei Yong who was stunned on the side, listened carefully, his eyes became complicated, and said in a rough voice, "Our leader said that we will join forces with your side temporarily." ”

"Huh?" Wei Yong was stunned.

"We're not in the same league as these guys!" The big man was anxious, and said repeatedly, "Look at you like this, the head of this group of guards? Hurry up and talk to the people on your side, solve this group of turtle grandchildren first, and we won't be too late to fight! ”

Wei Yong frowned, not knowing what to do.

"What Lao Tzu said is true!" The big man roared, "Our head has made an alliance with your head! You hurry up ......"

The big man said as he spoke, and he stopped as he spoke.

"Huh? So you don't have a head, huh? What the hell is ...... on your side?"

Dahan looked at Wei Yong questioningly.

"He is." At this moment, a clear woman's voice came.

Like a basin of cold water poured down, Wei Yong grabbed a handful of snow and wiped it on his face, wiped the blood off his face, and was busy hearing the reputation.

The crowd was divided into a bloody path, and Zhu Luan walked in front of him and said with a smile.

There was also a man in black standing beside the girl, holding a soft sword in his hand and a bamboo whistle on his lips.

The man in black's soft sword was dripping with blood, and the bloody path just now was opened by him.

Zhu Rong suddenly clenched the big knife in his hand, "Miss Nine, this is ......"

"As you can see, I'm already allied with this one," Zhu Luan smiled, "Put them aside beforehand," she said, looking around at the other assassins who were moving in unison, "Deal with them first, with these five." ”

After speaking, she walked to Wei Yong's side, put one hand on Wei Yong's shoulder, and pressed down.

Wei Yong immediately understood and squatted slightly.

"Uncle Wei, you've worked hard." After Zhu Luan finished speaking, he stood on tiptoe, leaned on Wei Yong's shoulder, and said into his ear, "If I say something, you roar." ”

She said softly, "Like last time." ”

Like last time.

Wei Yong's eyes suddenly returned to the time of the fight in the west courtyard of Shou'an Hall.

His heart relaxed.

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