He had no choice but to press the flower tube with one hand, freeing up one hand to deal with the flower guard. Although he still had strength left, the enemy was fierce and he was injured in several places on his body. Fortunately, it was just flesh and skin, and it didn't hurt the vital point. It's just that the blood oozing from the skin is soaked in the blue clothes, and it is dazzlingly red.

I don't know how long it has been, but everyone is almost exhausted. Seeing that the flower tube is gradually disappearing, the holy water is about to be filled.

"Boy, are you done with the set?" Ju Lan'er gasped and shouted, listening to the voice was very tired.

"It's almost there!" Yan Yi replied with difficulty while resisting the steady stream of flower guards, "It's almost ready!"

The last drop of holy water was filled, and the flower guards, who looked like butterflies and bees, as if they had received an order, burrowed into the gap between the petals and slowly disappeared.

At this time, the petals that had bloomed began to slowly close. Before Yan Yi could figure out what the situation was, he was pushed hard by Ju Lan'er, who came over.

She almost shouted with a roar, "Why are you stunned, don't you take the holy water and hurry up!"

Yan Yi didn't say a word, and flew out of the crack in the petals that were about to close with Ju Lan'er.

Considered a great success, Yan Yi was overjoyed, and turned his face to look at Ju Lan'er.

However, Ju Lan'er's face became more and more ugly.

Yan Yi only thought that it was due to his temperament or because of his injury, so he didn't care too much, and thought that he would quickly return to the tribe with the holy water and share the joy of this harvest with everyone.

However, just when he was overjoyed, a painful roar behind him tightened his newly relaxed brain.

Yan Yi turned his head and found that Ju Lan'er was standing straight in the air, her expression distorted by pain. Bright red blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.

Yan Yi was taken aback at first, and didn't forget to reach out to pull her, but Ju Lan'er waved at him with difficulty and motioned for him to go away.

It was also at that moment that a strip of red silk passed through Ju Lan'er's body effortlessly, and quickly stretched out towards Yan Yi.

Yan Yi hurriedly took the holy water into his arms and raised his sword in response. This blood-red thing was very cunning, and after a few rendezvous, he realized that it was the flower tube that had just taken the holy water.

But just now he clearly saw that it was gone, why did he come alive again in the blink of an eye, Yan Yi couldn't help but feel puzzled.

The flower tube is very flexible, jumping around, but it always only attacks one place, and that is Yan Yi's heart.

Although Yan Yi tried his best, he did not hurt half of the flower tube, but the taste of the flower made him more and more weak. It seemed like a long time, and it seemed like it was just an instant, and he felt his vision begin to blur. He tried his best to get his true qi and barely cheered himself up, but the blood-red flower tube disappeared into the vast sea with a proud posture at this moment. Without the support of the flower tube, Ju Lan'er fell from the air like petals.

Seeing this, Yan Yi hurriedly put away his sword, and flew towards Ju Lan'er as soon as possible, and held her in his arms when she was about to fall into the sea. At the same time, the orchid flower has been completely closed, and the petals that had lost their luster once again glow with a full sheen and release a pungent fragrance.

Gradually, under the light of the moon, it slowly sank into the sea.

Yan Yi hugged the dying Ju Lan'er, turned around and flew to the tribe's castle with difficulty.

Looking down from above, the group of people who were pressed by the black did not give him a sense of glory when the hero returned. The hopeful look on their faces stung his eyes deeply, and he didn't know if it was the raging sea breeze or the impact of emotions, in short, his eyes slowly turned red, and gradually seemed to have an extra layer of mist, but he could still distinguish the person in front of him.

Yan Yi landed smoothly in front of the old alliance leader, although he already felt that the person in his hand was out of breath, he still hoped that a miracle would happen to her.

The old alliance leader tried his best to hold back the tears in his eyes, pursed his lips, stretched out his hands tremblingly, and took Julan's immortal body from Yan Yi's hand.

Perhaps it was anticipation, or perhaps there was hope, everyone just watched and listened quietly, but no sound was made, but sadness was like night, enveloping the place, and although no one made a sound, they were all sad in their own way.

Yuan Jia suppressed her smile, looked at the bloodstained people on the hands of the old alliance leader, and looked at Yan Yi, who was covered in injuries, and felt very uncomfortable.

Hurriedly walked to Yan Yi's side, he had a lot to ask him, but he couldn't say a word.

Everyone was silent, and some couldn't help but sob. And Ju Duoer couldn't cry anymore, so she hid her face and turned her face away.

Ju Yun's eyes were also red, and when he saw the old alliance leader's trembling body, he reached out to take Ju Lan'er's body from his father's hand. But it was rejected by the old alliance leader.

I saw him turn around slowly, and walked towards the palace with difficulty holding Ju Lan'er. In addition to the disciples of Tianyun Mountain, everyone also followed in a sparse manner. After everyone dispersed, they had a chance to gather around Yan Yi.

"Senior brother, are you injured?"

"Senior brother, have you done anything?"

Everyone asked as they approached.

Yan Yi didn't seem to hear it, just looked straight at the crowd in the distance, and his eyelids slowly fell down until they were closed.

For the first time, he fainted in front of everyone, but everyone was frightened, and even Xuantong was scared to tears. Yuan Wu didn't say a word, picked him up and walked towards the palace.

When Yan Yi woke up, it was already three days later. And this day is also the last day of Ju Duoer's funeral. Today, her Eucharist will be buried.

Yan Yi dragged his still somewhat weak body, got up from the bed with difficulty, and looked up. In the house, except for Ye Yucho, who fell asleep on the edge of the bed, the room was empty and a little scary. From time to time, a few hoarse crows were heard, which made the people even more upset.

And there was a strange smell that kept jumping into his nose. He inhaled hard, couldn't believe it was coming from his body, raised his elbow, sniffed it lightly, and a foul smell hit him instantly. Yan Yi turned his face away in disgust, but he couldn't stop the smell from wafting into his nose.

At this time, Ye Youcho was sleeping soundly, and the hustle and bustle in the silence did not pull her back from her sleep. Although she seemed to be sleeping deeply, her eyebrows were still furrowed, and it was obvious that she was not stable.

The faint crimson on his face has disappeared, and there are a few particularly conspicuous acne on his pale cheeks!

I wanted to wake her up, but my mouth opened and opened, and I couldn't open my mouth. And this mouth opened and closed, as if it was about to crack, and then I found that my throat was also dry and stinging. Presumably, he has been lying in bed for many days and has not eaten much water. He tried hard not to cough up, and at first glance he saw the water on the table.

The table and bed were a few steps away, but he felt heavy. After a few glasses of water, my stomach felt more awake and I felt that my physical strength had recovered a little. I saw him get up slightly, moved his muscles and bones, and wanted to go out to breathe, and glanced back at Ye Youding, who was still sleeping, and suddenly remembered something, turned back to the bedside, and picked up the sheets.

Just as he was about to cover Hayucho, a loud and low horn sound came from the window, waking up the sleeping man. And Yan Yi also threw the quilt in his hand on the bed, and ran out of the door in three steps and two steps.

Seeing this, Ye Yucho also quickly stood up from the ground, turned around and picked up his sword, and followed.