What Baili Bangfeng said just now, only Ye Jin heard it.

The killers of the Flame Hall were arranged in the villa in order to take Xiao Yiyan's life.

There are really a lot of tricks to save the wind for a hundred miles.

The most important thing at the moment is that my sister has fled and is no longer in the villa at all.

He had to find her as soon as possible and make sure she was safe.

As for Xiao Yiyan.

Let him be blessed with himself......

Ye Jinzhi left the valley with a few of his subordinates, determined that he would not be able to escape from the ambush around the mountain for a hundred miles, and went to find Mu Zhixi with peace of mind.

For him, the best ending is that he finds his sister, and Xiao Yiyan and Baili Bangfeng are dead.

In this way, all obstacles will be cleared.

He clamped the horse's belly, his gaze deep and determined: "Drive!"

Sister, wait for me......

within the valley.

Baili Bangfeng's eyes were empty, and his eyes were mottled.

The game of life and death is to die and then live.

The bird in the cage was tied to a rope by him, and he thought that if it flew out of the cage, it would be free.

In fact, as soon as he pulls the rope, it obediently returns to him.

Can't escape......

Outside Sanssouci Lodge.

The guards tightened their reins, their eyes staring at each other.

This should be the real Sanssouci Lodge.

Facing the light, Xiao Yiyan's narrow eyes narrowed slightly.

"Find the princess, the rest of the people, ge, kill, don't, discuss. ”

"Yes!!"

The guards searched day and night, and they were calculated.

The resentment that has accumulated for many days is about to burst out in an instant.

......

Bang!

The door was slammed open.

Murong Xiangyun's expression tightened.

I saw Xiuhe explain anxiously.

"Girl, an outsider has forcibly broken into the villa, we have to hide first!"

As she spoke, she pulled Murong Xiangyun out.

But after a while, the sound of swords fighting sounded outside the courtyard.

The sky was dark and oppressive, and it was dark and heavy.

The black clouds pressed the realm and quickly converged.

The smell of blood quickly spread, and this feast of fighting officially kicked off.

Screams rang out, and everyone fled in terror.

Xiuhe took Murong Xiangyun and hid in the secret room and told her not to make a sound.

This secret room is very narrow, and the two of them hide here, which is already a little crowded.

The sound of swords gradually approached, and Murong Xiangyun's eyes widened, covered his mouth, and forcibly calmed down.

Xiuhe's legs trembled, and she held a dagger in her hand, aiming it in the direction of the door of the secret room.

She was secretly annoyed.

If it weren't for her husband asking her to protect, she wouldn't want to take Murong Xiangyun with her a burden.

If you don't know any martial arts, you're a waste.

Is such a person of any value to Mr.?

High up in the villa, on the roof, a group of killers wearing crimson power suits and ghost masks appeared.

These people are the top assassins of the Wuji Gate, the Flame Hall.

They were supposed to be guarding Baili Bangfeng, but today they were murderous.

"Your Highness the War King, we have been waiting for a long time. The voice was a little provocative.

Xiao Yiyan just wanted to find Mu Zhixi, and was too lazy to talk nonsense with them.

He commanded in a deep voice to the men behind him, "Kill!"

Knowing that it is not easy to deal with Baili Bangfeng, these people he brought are not vegetarians.

These cronies once followed him deep into the enemy camp, and they were one enemy to hundreds.

The Flame Hall is good at arranging formations, and the formations are varied.

They quickly converged and surrounded the guards of the War King's Mansion.

Boom Boom –

Suddenly lightning and thunder roared, adding to the dead silence.

Immediately afterward, heavy rain poured down.

In the rain, the two sides fought with each other, up and down.

The red clothes of the Flame Hall were like shaking blood, which was in sharp contrast to the black-clothed guards.

It rained, and the mountain roads became more and more muddy and difficult to walk.

Mu Zhixi tripped over a stone under her feet and accidentally fell.

The splash of drowning stained her plain dress.

There was a dull ache in the lower abdomen.

Her brow furrowed, adjusting her breathing to relieve the pain.

"Child, don't be afraid, my mother will find your father's ......"

Holding on to the trunk of the tree, she got up and staggered a few steps.

The rain was sliding down her long eyelashes, and her eyes were blurry.

On the other end, Ye Jinzhi was looking for someone along the tracks.

He called out loudly, but could not hear a response.

The more time passed, the more worried he became.

What's more, it's raining again now.

He had to find his sister right away!

......

Mu Zhixi doesn't remember how many times she fell.

If her husband is here, she will definitely catch her steadily.

Thinking of this, she became more and more eager to see Xiao Yiyan.

After a long detour, I couldn't find an exit.

Her physical strength was constantly depleted, and her vision became more and more blurred.

In the storm, she is like duckweed in the lake, passively swaying, not knowing where she will go.

She gritted her teeth and insisted, but she still couldn't support it, floating in her footsteps, and staggering.

Just when she thought she was going to fall all over the mud again.

Suddenly, a pair of powerful arms held her up.

In a trance, she called out something.

"Sister!" Ye Jinzhi quickly picked her up, seeing that she was covered in mud, he was distressed.

He turned his head and shouted at his men, "Arrange the carriage immediately!"

"Yes!"

In the midst of the storm, the wheels of the car rolled up a splash.

The sound of the rain ticking, like fairy music, makes people gradually calm down.

In the carriage, Ye Jinzhi frowned and carefully wiped Mu Zhixi's face.

Junyi's face was filled with pain.

"I'm sorry, I should have found you sooner. ”

In confusion, Mu Zhixi grabbed his wrist.

"Husband......" she murmured softly, her shoulders twitching with a hint of crying.

Ye Jinzhi's pupils were dark, and a trace of amazement flashed across his face.

It's all like this, are you still thinking about Xiao Yiyan.

He raised his hand to brush the shredded hair from her forehead, and responded softly, "I'm here." ”

"Husband......

"I'm here. He was a little more confident, replied firmly, and took her into his arms.

His chin rested against her forehead, his voice low.

After a while, he couldn't stand to respond for another man.

His eyes were lonely and lonely, listening to the sound of rain outside, hugging the person in his arms, with a little unwillingness, and whispered.

"Sister, I'm cautious...... I found you first, not Xiao Yiyan. ”

He won't let anyone else take credit for his work.

However, Mu Zhixi's mouth still called "husband".

Her body trembled, repeating over and over again.

And at this time.

Inside Sanssouci Lodge.

The courtyard was stained red with blood, and the fighting continued.

Xiao Yiyan was already red-eyed.

Fight your way through every room, calling the familiar name one after another.

Finally, in a remote courtyard, he found ......

After opening the door.

He saw his son-in-law.

She stood in the room, smiling at him.

"Xi'er!" he strode forward and hugged her into his arms.

The joy of regaining it made him unable to tell whether it was rain or something else on his face.

He was as fragile as a child at the moment, hugging her tightly for fear of losing her again.

"Xi'er, let's go home......"

Suddenly, there was a tingling pain near the mouth of the heart.

When I looked down, I saw a dagger inserted.

The woman in front of him was still smiling at him, but she was so indifferent.

"Okay, go home. She laughed, dagger in her hand, and spun it fiercely.

Xiao Yiyan immediately realized.

This woman is not Xi'er!

He paused with murderous anger and slapped his backhand to knock the woman down directly.

With the dagger out of his wounds, blood gushing.

Hearing the footsteps, he turned back vigilantly.

White clothes are better than snow, and they are not stained with dust.

...... It's a hundred miles of wind!