Wang Yanwei's eyes flashed, a different color flashed under his eyes, he slowly raised his head, and just wanted to speak, when suddenly his chest hurt, and he frowned.

Mu Ziyun glared at Ji Yuanye: "He is seriously injured now, these words will be asked later." ”

Ji Yuanye's chest was suffocated.

Wang Yanwei patted Mu Ziyun's hand, "I'm fine." As he spoke, he barely pulled out a smile and fell on Ji Yuanye's body: "If the Ninth Prince doesn't ask clearly, I'm afraid that I won't feel at ease." Half an hour ago, when I was on the road, I saw that the heartless son was in a hurry, and I was afraid that something would happen, so I came over to take a look, but later, when I saw the heartless son enter this bamboo forest, he lost it, and he was only a few steps late. ”

Wang Yanwei said, turning his head to look at Mu Ziyun: "Heartless son, those people-"

Mu Ziyun interrupted him: "These things will be talked about later, you are injured now, let's leave here first, lest those people go and return." ”

Wang Yanwei nodded and didn't speak.

Mu Ziyun wanted to help Wang Yanhuan up, but was pulled by Ji Yuanye, he glanced at Wang Yanhuan: "Just let Yin San do these things." ”

As he spoke, Yin San walked in front of Wang Yanwei: "Prince Wang, Yin San helped you get out of here." ”

Mu Ziyun was a little worried about Wang Yanyun's situation, but when his eyes swept over Zhang Zejing, who was still sitting there, he pursed his lips, hesitated, and walked in front of Zhang Zejing.

Zhang Zejing seemed to have no awareness of everything around him, holding the woman in his arms, looking a little stunned.

"Seven less, people can't be resurrected after death."

Zhang Zejing moved, raised his head and glanced at Mu Ziyun, suddenly stood up, raised his hand, and was about to land on Mu Ziyun's body, but Ji Yuanye grabbed his hand, he turned his head and glared at Ji Yuanye angrily: "Let go!" ”

Ji Yuanye's eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a bit of danger in his eyes: "Qishao, this matter has nothing to do with Wuxin, if it weren't for Wuxin, I'm afraid you wouldn't be able to meet Miss Song yet." ”

"If it weren't for her, Yun'er wouldn't have died at all!"

"Since Miss Song is involved in these things, it is impossible for her to get out of the way, Qi Shao should understand in his heart that even if Miss Song doesn't have an accident today, sooner or later something will happen."

Zhang Zejing's eyes flickered for a moment, shook off Ji Yuanye's hand, turned around and bent over, and hugged Song Yun, suddenly, he coughed violently, he couldn't hold back for a while, the blood fell on Song Yun's face, he freed up a hand, wiped it in a panic, and muttered in his mouth: "I'm sorry, Yun'er, it's me who is not good, I soiled you, I'll wipe you clean now, and then take you home." ”

Mu Ziyun's eyes were sour, and she wanted to walk over, but Ji Yuanye held her hand.

Ji Yuanye shook his head at her.

Mu Ziyun pursed her lips and watched Zhang Zejing slowly walk forward with her broken body holding Song Yun in her arms.

Ji Yuanye's eyes flashed, and he saw Mu Ziyun's injured arm, and frowned: "Why are you so careless?" ”

Mu Ziyun turned her head and saw Ji Yuanye carefully bandaging her wounds, her heart warmed, and she suddenly thought of Zhang Zejing and Song Yun, and blurted out some words: "Ji Yuanye, if one day, you and I are like Zhang Zejing and Song Yun, you-"

"There won't be a day when I will never let you be hurt in front of my eyes, absolutely not!" Ji Yuanye interrupted Mu Ziyun's words and looked at her fixedly, his eyes deep and deep.

Wang Yanhuan turned his head and saw the two figures intertwined behind him, his eyes flashed, and the hands in his sleeves were clenched into fists......