"Hmm......" Xiao Yingche snorted, holding his shoulders and staggering two steps.

Feng Wuxi looked at the arrow stuck in his shoulder, and his eyes were bloodshot for a moment.

While hugging Xiao Yingche, with a wave of his sleeve, several silver needles disappeared into the night.

A few low muffled snorts sounded faintly, and Shi Ling appeared with the hidden guards.

Seeing Xiao Yingche, who was stained with blood in white, his expression changed, and he immediately knelt down, "Your Highness, your subordinates are late, please punish you." ”

Xiao Yingche leaned on Feng Wuxi's shoulder, covering her lips and coughing continuously.

The sharp pain in his shoulders stimulated his heart to beat chaotically, and the suffocating pain spread from his heart, and the scene in front of him had begun to shake.

He bit his lower lip and swallowed the pain in his throat, his low voice staccato and "cough cough...... Don't blame them...... Assassin...... Assassin martial arts ...... Too high ......"

As he spoke, wisps of bright red overflowed along his white and clean fingers.

Feng Wuxi held him in her arms distressedly.

In front of him, there seemed to be a fire in the sky, and Xiao Yingche was dressed in blood and was engulfed in flames.

She wiped the blood from his lips with trembling hands, and her voice was obviously trembling, "Brother Che, don't scare me......"

At this moment, she even forgot that she knew how to heal, and Douda's tears kept falling.

Xiao Yingche opened his eyes slightly, his beautiful brows were tightly wrung up, his breathing was heavy, and his face was frighteningly white.

He showed an extremely weak smile towards Feng Wuxi, his eyebrows and eyes were full of tenderness, and he couldn't see a trace of panic, but his trembling voice was wrapped in pain that could not be concealed, "Xixi...... Don't be afraid..... I'm fine......"

Feng Wuxi wiped away her tears, raised her hand and pointed at the acupuncture points near Xiao Yingche's wound, carefully hugged him horizontally, and looked at Shi Ling with a sharp gaze, "What about the carriage?" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a hidden guard appeared in a carriage.

The location of Fengwuxi's river lanterns is relatively remote, and there are no people.

Therefore, no one noticed this change.

Carefully and gently hugged Xiao Yingche into the carriage, Feng Wuxi's cool tone seemed to be soaked in ten thousand years of ice, which made people palpitate.

"Chop off their heads and send them to Mo Feng."

"Yes, Your Highness." Seeing that the respected Taifu was injured by these gangsters, Shi Ling and the hidden guards were full of grief and indignation, and they did not hesitate to swing their swords and cut off the assassin's head.

Carrying Xiao Yingche into the carriage, looking at his pale face due to massive blood loss, Feng Wuxi only felt as if his heart was being pinched by a big hand, and it hurt so much that he couldn't breathe.

Taking a deep breath and forcing himself to calm down, Feng Wuxi took the silver needle handed by Shi Ling and quickly dropped a few needles near Xiao Yingche's heart.

"Brother Che, I'm going to pull out the arrow for you first, it hurts a little, you bear with it."

Xiao Yingche was in a trance, and when she heard her voice, she nodded subconsciously.

Feng Wuxi closed her eyes and stabilized her mind, "Shi Ling, cut the clothes on Brother Che's shoulders." ”

As she spoke, she took out a porcelain bottle from her sleeve, poured out a pill and fed it to Xiao Yingche's lips, "Brother Che, eat it." ”

At the entrance of the pill, Xiao Yingche's eyes widened suddenly, and he gasped eagerly and whispered: "Xixi ......"

"Brother Che, for me, you are the most important thing."

Xiao Yingche looked at the girl's bloodshot eyes, firm eyes, pursed the corners of her lips, and sighed lowly, "Xixi...... You'll regret it in the future......"

The last three words almost disappeared between the lip flaps.

Feng Wuxi's heart was sour, and she said in a dumb voice: "Brother Che, I will regret losing you." ”

Xiao Yingche's consciousness gradually blurred, and he did not hear her words.

Feng Wuxi looked at the pale and weak face of the person in her arms, and suddenly lowered her head.