"Fang Shi, what's going on!"

Fang Shizheng was thinking, an angry rebuke came from behind him, he looked back, Futu was walking towards him angrily, Fang Shi's face fell, and he asked Zheng Xize for help.

"Lord Fortu." Zheng Xize sighed and arched his hand forward.

"Don't stop me!" Futu said with anger. "I'm going to wake up this old man to-day and see what stupidity he's doing."

As he spoke, he stepped forward to grab Fang Shi.

Zheng Xize stepped forward to block Futu.

"Lord Futu, no one thought of today's events, even if it is Lord Fang's fault, it should be decided by the king, and it is imperative to find the king as soon as possible."

Futu heard Zheng Xize mention the salary, and his heart was even more worried.

"Have all the Flying Feather Guards been sent out? What about the royal forbidden army? This king will turn over inch by inch! ”

"Lord Futu, don't be impatient, now there is no news is the best news, Lord Zuo Xiang has no reply, he may have found the king."

Zheng Xize analyzed.

"Yes, yes, Lord Zuo is strong in martial arts, and he will definitely be able to find the king."

Futu said in a low voice, Zheng Xize glanced at Futu, that is, Moqing and martial arts, Futu also knows?

At this time, in the realm of Haotian Kingdom, in addition to the flying feather guard pouring out of the nest, all forces are also secretly visiting, Jing Hong never thought that the ghost-faced man died so easily, that is, Mo Qinghe is also the elder of the Weiyun Collegiate, and now that he is killed, his life and death are unknown, so it is reasonable to send someone to find it.

Mr. Hongguang of Hongfeng Academy was so anxious that he sent seven waves of people to find the traces of Jimo Qinghe, and the Weiyun Chongzhou Branch sent spies to sneak into Haotian, and the green-clothed swordsman who had rescued him on Suzaku Street also stayed awake all night, exploring in many ways along the moat.

The sky was just dawning, Haotian was already surging undercurrent, and at this time, on the bank of the Yihe River, a woman laboriously dragged the man ashore, both of whom were soaked.

The woman looked at the unconscious man and sighed helplessly.

Who knew that this Mo Qinghe was not very water-based, and he fell into a coma as soon as he found himself, if it weren't for the good water, he would float in this river all night, and he would be half dead.

It is true that this woman is the Ji Yan who fell into the river, the rain has increased recently, the river is turbulent, Ji Ji Ji Qing and he couldn't swim to the shore for a while, and was actually washed into the Yi River, a tributary of the moat.

Seeing that Jimo Qinghe was in a deep coma, Ji Xin suspected that he was choking on water, and after thinking for a while, he pinched his nose and leaned down to cross his breath.

"Saving a life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, it's not light." Ji Xin thought as he was angry.

Jimo Qinghe was dazed, and he seemed to see a ray of light in the dark, so he walked towards the light, and when he opened his eyes dimly, he saw a pair of bright eyes in front of him.

"Are you awake?"

The person in front of him seemed to be very excited.

Still in a dream, Ji Moqing smiled lowly, put his hand around Ji Xin's neck without thinking, took her into his arms, and kissed her again.

Since it's a dream, let's do it longer, that is, Mo Qinghe firmly held Ji Xin in his arms, but he felt that the person in his arms was a little stiff, this touch, that is, Mo Qing and his brain was excited, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Ji Xin looking at him half confused and half surprised.

Jimo Qinghe let go of the hand holding the salary, and the salary slowly got up from him.

"Your Majesty?"

Ji Moqing asked tentatively, wanted to sit up but hissed because of the pain, and held his shoulder.

"You're hurt?"

Ji Xin hurriedly supported Jimo Qinghe and helped him slowly tear off the cuffs, because after soaking in the water for too long, the wound had become white and the blood had dried up, so Ji Xin did not find out.

"Arrow wounds." Ji Xin carefully observed, "We have to go back quickly and let the imperial doctor take care of it, your wound has been soaked in water for too long." ”

"Okay."

Ji Mo Qinghe responded in a low voice, his voice hoarse, and his fair face with a suspicious flush.

Rong is no longer reasonable about salary, and he knows a little bit about these things.

"Uh...... Qinghe, can you still go? ”

The auditor asked in a low voice.

"Okay."

As he spoke, he stood up with his shoulders on his shoulders.