Master Fu sat up straight, no longer looked at Ran Xiyan, and snorted sternly: "Take the prisoner!"

"Yes!" the two officers and soldiers responded, and immediately brought up four men in black, with messy hair and irregular clothes, as if they had been wounded in the foot, and were pushed by two officers and soldiers behind them, one of whom was unsteady in his footsteps, that is, kneeling in the lobby.

The other three bowed their heads, bit their lipes, and staggered along.

Their hair covered most of their faces, and He Yan couldn't see what they looked like, but judging from their body shapes, all four of them were men, and they had practiced martial arts.

And as soon as they came up, the strong smell of blood on their bodies made He Yan nauseous, and his hand couldn't help but grasp Ran Xiyan's sleeve, Ran Xiyan seemed to think of something, and pressed the back of He Yan's head with one hand, so that her head was closer to his chest, and the faint fragrance on Ran Xiyan's body was enough to wash away the pungent smell of blood, and He Yan was more comfortable.

Ran Xiyan's hand was still on the back of her head, looking like she was protecting her to the end.

He Yan felt a warm feeling in his heart, raised his head and smiled at Ran Xiyan.

Ran Xiyan smiled back at her, and then the two turned their attention to the two prisoners.

He Yan looked at it again, only to find that the smell of blood of the four people was not someone else's blood, but it was their own body, and the skin they exposed was densely packed with knife-like wounds, which were not arranged in a regular manner, but they were evenly distributed.

Seeing that He Yan was stunned, he took his eyes off their wounds.

It's disgusting.

The three people who were standing were also pushed to their knees by the officers and soldiers, and the hair of one of them, who seemed to be the leader, was swept back of his head.

How could it be him!

This person He Yan remembers it clearly!

The assassin she had once knocked down from a tree with a jujube cake!

He looks handsome, and his age is not too old, although he was cold at that time, he revealed a kind of vigor and arrogance all over his body, but at this time, those vigor were completely gone, and he was just a prisoner at this time, bleak.

Even extremely wolf-bèi.

Seeing He Yan's eyes obviously stunned, Ran Xiyan leaned into He Yan's ear and asked, "What's wrong?"

He Yan came back to his senses, shook his head with difficulty, and grabbed Ran Xiyan's sleeve with one hand, and asked, "Why is that person here?"

Ran Xiyan glanced at the person He Yan had been staring at, and then looked at He Yan: "Do you know him?"

"Well......" He Yan briefly told Ran Xiyan about the previous incident, and Ran Xiyan hugged He Yan's waist with both hands, and his tone was deliberately softened: "Don't think too much, just be by my side." ”

Ran Xiyan's words are all bewitched, this is like his ability, only one word from him can pull people back to heaven from hell, and people can't help but believe in him, to believe that he is her only salvation.

He Yan nodded in Ran Xiyan's arms, and Ran Xiyan let go of her, she was no different on the surface, but she knew it very well in her heart.

His demagogy was just a perfunctory treatment of her.

He is so upright and perfunctory to you, what can you do?

The assassin's eyes were obscure, he was completely wrong last night, knowing that after Ran Xiyan was poisoned, he thought that he would definitely die, but who expected, but he was just weak and fell from the tree, and then he could clearly feel that the flesh on his body slowly cracked, cracking small openings, not fatal, but life is better than death.

Knowing this, he might as well cut himself off with a knife!

The assassin looked up at Ran Xiyan with a resentful look in his eyes, with fierce anger and hatred.

This man with a faint smile is like a breeze, like a god, but only a few people know that he is simply hell!

"Guilty Minister Jiang Wei, who sent it truthfully, and does it have anything to do with the group of women who hurt people last night?" Lord Fu asked sternly with a righteous face, his eyes were like eagle's eyes, flashing sharp, as if he couldn't escape his eyes at all, this is a kind of domineering that he has been an official for many years.