Zhu Xixiao said sharply: "Jiang Yan, hurry up and go down to protect Mrs. Qi."

The wrestlers immediately lifted Mao Haifeng and exited the cabin.

Zhu Xixiao said indifferently: "Your Excellency should be here to destroy the chess pieces that are ready to be discarded and may pose a threat, there is no need to be armed like a turtle shrunk in a shell in front of Zhu!"

"When you fall under my sword, you will naturally see my true colors." The man in black said and raised his knife to slash at Zhu Xixiao.

Zhu Xixiao raised the knife to pick it up, only to hear the "click", and the embroidered spring knife in his hand was broken into two.

Zhu Xixiao looked at the remnant knife in his hand, stunned in his heart, but with a faint smile on his face: "Your Excellency's knife is really good."

"Dead ducks have hard mouths." The man in black made another move, but Zhu Xixiao did not dodge, dodge or accept this time. Just at the moment when the blade was about to touch his Heavenly Spirit Gai, he flashed backwards, and at the same time threw out nine flying knives - the front door, the chest, the lower plate, the left and the right, as if weaving a flying knife net, netting the man in black in it. At the same time, Zhu Xixiao rose into the air and kicked the man in black with both feet.

The man in black put away his knife to defend himself, "when, dang, when" When those flying knives fell to the ground one after another, Zhu Xixiao's feet had arrived, and he didn't have time to dodge, so in a hurry, he used his internal force to protect himself, and then protected his throat with a horizontal knife. There were a few blows to the chest, shoulders, and head, and he staggered back a few steps before falling to one knee, his hat flew, his head buzzed, his eyes were full of stars, his chest was churning, and his throat was tinging with a salty smell.

The hood fell off, and the man in black revealed his so-called "true face" - full of silver hair and a face like a zombie.

Zhu Xixiao was slightly stunned in his heart - this person is so disguised, could it be that he is an "acquaintance", is he from the army or the Beijing division?

The man in black suddenly spewed out white smoke from his mouth and approached Zhu Xixiao's door, Zhu Xixiao immediately accepted the trick and raised his arm to protect his mouth and nose.

The man in black jumped up, and the sword in his hand slashed at Zhu Xixiao's head like lightning. Zhu Xixiao leaned forward, and in addition to the bundle of hair, there was also a strand of hair that landed with Liang Guan.

The third deck is in a fierce fight, and the second deck is not easy.

Mrs. Qi and the little girl squatted next to a few large boxes. The little girl picked and picked the porcelain bottles, paper bags, and cartons in the box, put them under her nose and sniffed them, some of them were carefully put in the bags next to her, and some of them were thrown on the floor of the cabin.

Mrs. Qi said: "Xia Xin, the purpose of our coming here is to get the antidote, you put any medicine in the bag like this, the two of us can't carry too much, don't expect those brocade guards to help us."

"However, these medicines are much better than those used by the brothers in the army, or we should pick the best ones that we can carry on our backs."

Mrs. Qi looked at her persistent and pleading gaze, and nodded: "Okay."

The brocade-clothed guards appeared in front of them carrying Mao Haifeng.

The one named Jiang Yan said: "Little girl, you can use medical skills, can you save this person, or take some measures so that he can hold on to the barracks."

"I only helped my brother and never treated the wounded alone." The little girl looked at Mao Haifeng's injury, shook her head and said, "This injury is too close to the heart, and the heart blood has already dried up after a bumpy ride all the way back."

Jiang Yan shouted sharply: "No, this person must be saved."

Mrs. Qi protected the little girl behind her and said loudly: "What kind of majesty are you playing against a teenage girl, since this person is so important, don't let him get hurt!"

The little girl said with some hesitation: "I have seen my father and brother deal with such wounds on vital parts, or I will try, you should quickly tear off his shirt first."

The little girl took out the needle capsule from her arms, and quickly sealed several key points around Mao Haifeng's heart with her hands and feet. Holding a clean handkerchief in his left hand, he poured a small bottle of medicinal powder picked out from the box on the handkerchief, and his right hand trembled slightly and clenched the short arrow inserted in Mao Haifeng's heart.

Mrs. Qi put her hand on the back of the little girl's hand, looked affirmative, and said with a smile: "Don't be nervous, my sister believes that you can."

Beads of sweat rolled on the little girl's forehead, barely squeezing out a "confident" smile, and taking a long, deep breath.

With a childish exclamation, a stream of blood spurted out with the short arrow that had been pulled out, and between the lightning and the stone fire, the handkerchief and the medicinal powder on it pressed tightly against the wound. The little girl's delicate and cute little face was also "unrecognizable" by the blood that splattered up.

Inside the third floor, fierce fighting continued.

Although the man in black supported his chest with his left hand from time to time and coughed in pain, he was sharp with his knife, and Zhu Xixiao was in a state of dodge because he had no sharp blade.

The knife of the man in black finally slowed down once, and Zhu Xixiao took the opportunity to float behind the man in black like a phantom, clasped his right shoulder with both hands, and unloaded his right arm with a "click".

Almost at the same time, the man in black raised his left arm and bent his elbow backwards, hitting Zhu Xixiao's left arm.

Zhu Xixiao's left arm was in pain, and he took a few steps back before he stood still.

The man in black fell to the ground with his right arm, and after exhaling another puff of white smoke, he got up and jumped to the hatch.

Zhu Xixiao closed his eyes, held his breath, judged the location of the man in black by hearing, and threw out three flying knives.

Then came the sound of a heavy object falling into the water.

Zhu Xixiao leaned over to probe Mao Haifeng's snort and pulse, turned his head to look at the little girl, threw a handkerchief into her hand, got up and said to Jiang Yan: "You can throw the corpse into the sea."

"What, corpses?" The little girl got up suddenly, threw the handkerchief on Zhu Xixiao, and her immature and crisp voice was full of annoyance: "If he can't live, I will pay you a life, I will be unkempt like a madman, and I look down on people!" With that, he picked up the bag full of medicine around him and left the cabin.

Mrs. Qi also picked up a bag, and said without being humble or arrogant, or lukewarm, "Today's matter, thank you Lord Qincha" and then walked away.

Jiang Yan arched his hand and said: "My lord, with all due respect, Wang Zhi has already been imprisoned, and the conditions he mentioned are simply whimsical. With Hu Zongxian's character, he will definitely protect himself, and if Wang Zhi is beheaded, the adult will be tantamount to taking a big step and taking a step to waste chess. ”

Zhu Xixiao's eyes are clear and firm: "Things are done by people."