The man with the scar turned pale in shock. He took two steps forward and snatched the sword from the woman's hand. Then he held the woman and looked at the dozens of Liangzhou troops who had surrounded him tremblingly.

The knights turned over and dismounted one after another. When the first general saw the woman, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes. Then he looked at the scarred man and said calmly: "Let her go, and I will let you go."

Seeing the face of the general opposite, the woman's eyes suddenly widened, completely forgetting that she was still a hostage, and exclaimed in disbelief: "It's you!"

The general wearing armor and holding a scimitar in front of her was clearly Chen Yue, whom she had a conflict with in the restaurant that day. Wasn't he a domineering young master at that time? At most, the woman felt that this domineering young master was just a bit better in skills, not

Thinking that he turned out to be the Liangzhou Army.

"Do you think I'm a fool?" The scarred man roared, "Let her go and I will die without a body today!"

The scarred man was very excited, and his eyes were full of fear. The sword in his hand unconsciously exerted a little force, and suddenly a faint blood streak was drawn on the woman's neck.

Chen Yue's eyes suddenly darkened, and he dropped the sword in his hand on the ground: "Let her go, can I be your hostage?"

"General!" Xiao Shangwen, who was beside him, quickly stopped him. What a joke. How could he put General Liangzhou in danger?

"It's okay." Chen Yue waved his hand indifferently, looked at the scarred man and asked, "How is it?"

The woman was immediately stunned. Looking at Chen Yue who calmly gave up his weapon, an unknown light flashed in his eyes.

The scarred man also heard Xiao Shangwen's shouts. He was happy when he heard that he was a general. He should be able to survive by holding a general as a hostage, and maybe he could extort some more money. Then he said viciously:

"You come here, others stay back!"

Chen Yue waved his hand, and Xiao Shangwen, who was beside him, took a few steps back with more than ten soldiers, and each of them stared at the scarred man with cold eyes.

Then Chenyue raised his hands to indicate that he had no weapons in his hands, and slowly walked towards the scarred man.

The woman stared blankly at Chen Yue, who was approaching step by step, and shouted anxiously: "Don't come over here! It's dangerous!"

"Shut up!" The scarred man cursed angrily.

Chenyue walked up to the scarred man, then turned his back to the scarred man, and shook his hands, meaning you can let him go now, right?

The scarred man glanced at the Liangzhou soldiers who had retreated, pushed the woman in his hand away, and reached out to pull Chenyue.

Hearing the sound of the woman being pushed away, Chen Yue's eyes turned cold. He instantly raised his left arm back and hit the scarred man on the chest with his elbow. Then he turned around and pushed the woman, shouting coldly: "Let's go!

"

The woman was pushed and staggered a few steps away, farther away from the two people.

The scarred man was hit by an elbow and immediately took a small step back and cursed angrily: "Damn it, if you dare to trick me, I will drag you to death today!"

Before he finished speaking, the scarred man raised his sharp sword and slashed at Chen Yue fiercely. After all, he was also a centurion before, so he still had some skills.

Chen Yue turned slightly to one side, and the sword edge slashed along the armor on his chest, making a sharp and crisp sound, which was dangerous and dangerous.

At the same time, Chen Yue stretched out his right hand and grabbed the scarred man's wrist. With a twist of his palm, he snatched the sword from his hand. Then he stretched out his foot and kicked the scarred man in the chest.

Fall to the ground.

The woman's eyes sparkled as she watched the smooth counterattack.

The scarred man clutched his chest and gasped heavily on the ground. When he saw Chen Yue walking towards him with a sword, he shouted in panic: "Sir, please forgive me. I can't see Mount Tai, please."

Please let me go."

"I gave you a chance, but you didn't use it!"

A faint cold shout rang in the scarred man's ears, and then a piercing cold light instantly flashed across his throat, and blood spurted out. The scarred man covered his neck and fell to the ground weakly, dead.

through.

"Humph!" Chenyue snorted coldly, threw the sword on the ground, turned to the soldiers who had surrounded him and shouted: "Leave no one behind!"

"promise!"

A neat response sounded, and then the cavalry scattered in all directions to chase down the deserters, and screams continued to echo throughout the world.

In an open space, a woman who had walked away from the Gate of Hell sat weakly on a bluestone. She tilted her head and looked at her feet, which were already swollen. She had just fallen off a horse and injured herself.

"Are you okay?" Chen Yue's faint voice reached his ears, and he handed over a towel.

The woman shook her head and said, "It's okay."

He raised his head and met Chen Yue's eyes, his face turned red, as if he remembered the slap in the restaurant that day again, he reached out to take the towel in a panic and wiped a little blood on his neck.

Chenyue looked at her swollen right foot and frowned slightly: "Miss, what do you call me?"

The woman's face turned even redder, her eyes averted for a moment, and she whispered, "Just call me Feng'er."

"Miss Feng, can you still walk?" Chen Yue asked with a wry smile, but he couldn't pronounce this somewhat intimate title.

The woman struggled a few times but failed to stand up. She seemed very embarrassed and sat on the rocks looking at Chen Yue.

"Oh." Chenyue sighed and asked tentatively: "Then let me help you get to the carriage?"

The woman hummed softly, struggled to get up, leaned on Chen Yue's arm, and limped to the carriage.

The woman who called herself Feng'er was leaning on the carriage, feeling more and more pain in her ankle. There was a little sweat on her forehead, and her face was struggling.

"Wait!" Chen Yue looked at his increasingly swollen ankle, turned around and jumped out of the carriage.

After a while, Chen Yue came over with a bottle of ointment, waved his hand towards Feng'er and said: "This is a bruise medicine commonly used in the military. The effect is not bad, but it will hurt a little, so just make do with it."

Feng'er said thank you softly, reached out to take the ointment, and then pulled up her trouser legs, revealing a large area of ​​snow-white skin on her calves. Her ankles were already swollen with bruises and bruises.

As soon as the ointment touched the swollen area, Feng'er gritted her teeth in pain, looked helplessly at Chenyue and said, "Can you help me? I can't remove it, it hurts too much."

Chenyue was stunned, then took the ointment with a wry smile, held her calf with one hand, and gently started applying the ointment on the wound with the other.

When Chen Yue's hand touched her skin, Feng'er's face instantly turned red, and she gritted her teeth to endure the pain from her ankle.

Looking at Chenyue's young and resolute face as he carefully wiped the wound, she felt a trace of self-mockery in her heart.

I didn't expect that he was actually a member of the army, and he was a famous Liangzhou Army officer. No wonder he didn't even refute when I laughed at him for being a timid young man. He was like a clown, but when he turned around, he was saved by others.
Chapter completed!