Huang Xuan went to the back kitchen to serve porridge, but did not disrupt the formation progress of Rong Zhen and others.

When Yan Zhang said that the formation was completed, Huang Xuan walked out with the porridge and walked towards Ouyang Rong.

But Rong Zhen on the side walked to the center of the courtyard and put on the golden four-eyed mask again.

Ouyang Rong's attention was originally focused on the little girl in the red coat walking towards him.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a weight all over his body, as if someone had put a heavy object on his shoulders.

Looking sideways, in the middle of the courtyard, the skirt of Rong Zhenxue's white dress trembled like waves.

At the same time, a hazy mist also centered on the ground under Rong Zhen's feet and spread over a ten-foot area, which was the approximate scope of this old courtyard.

Ouyang Rong turned his head and found that Yan Liulang, who was looking around curiously, did not have the same "feeling of becoming heavier" as he did, but was just surprised by the hazy mist that was produced for no reason.

He suddenly realized that it was not that the pressure on his shoulders had become heavier.

Instead, the spiritual energy in the Dantian has been sealed.

Being in the Moon Formation under the Pool within ten feet, I lost my spiritual energy cultivation, so I felt like I was bearing a heavy burden again.

Just like a fish coming back to the shore or a bird losing its wings and walking on the ground again.

Ouyang Rong immediately mobilized his spiritual energy, but it was indeed extremely blocked.

Even the tripod sword in the carriage at the entrance of the courtyard cannot be mobilized.

He turned his head and looked at Rong Zhen silently.

The latter was standing in the center of the courtyard, wearing a heavy golden mask, but holding his head high, he commanded the quiet audience:

"Everyone in his place.

"The Fang Xiang face is another formation eye. I need to wear it and preside over it. During the presiding period, I cannot move around, otherwise there will be leaks in the formation.

"Lian Qing, you are here to protect me.

"Yan Zhang, lead the men to draw their swords and get ready, waiting for the Earth Escape teleportation."

Having said this, Rong Zhen turned his head and finally looked at Ouyang Rong and Yan Liulang;

"Ouyang Changshi, Yan Canjun, you two are following Yan Zhang, preparing to arrest the thief... Ouyang Changshi, where is your sword, why haven't you got it yet? Forget it, use my own, to kill the enemy or defend yourself."

Rong Zhen frowned slightly and ordered.

Before Ouyang Rong could react, the cold and cold girl in palace clothes who presided over the formation had already taken off a waist sword and handed it over to Lian Qing.

Ouyang Rong lowered his head and glanced at the sword, and then at the girl in palace clothes who gave him the sword.

"Mingfu..." Yan Liulang squeezed out his voice from between his teeth.

Turning around, Yan Liulang was looking at him anxiously, as if asking what to do next.

If we don't think of ways to destroy this formation, or run out of the yard to find Miss Xie and the others to take over the formation to defend against the enemy, it will be too late.

If you want to use the Cauldron Sword to fight to the death, then immediately find an excuse to leave the yard, break away from this formation, and summon the Cauldron Sword to take action.

If you don't have enough spiritual energy, you won't be able to finish the killing. It's better than just sitting around and waiting for death. Even if you are overdrawn and exhausted, you can still have some support.

Although at present, the former method of escaping to the palace to find Xie Lingjiang and other close men to defend the enemy seems to be too late.

As for drawing a sword to attack Rong Zhen, or killing Huang Xuan, Miao Si and others to silence them, it is tantamount to revealing their identities.

Before Ouyang Rong could speak, a fiery red figure with short legs walked past Yan Liulang, who was holding a knife, and walked up to him, holding a bowl of warm porridge in his hands and handing it to him.

It was Huang Xuan who suddenly asked Ouyang Rong if he was hungry and wanted some porridge.

At this moment, the courtyard also became quiet. Rong Zhen, Lian Qing, Yan Zhang and others all looked at him.

Now we just wait for Huang Xuan, who is the other eye, to be in place.

Yan Zhang and others looked impatient and wanted to urge him, but when they saw Rong Zhen's calm and waiting expression, they had no choice but to swallow it down and stopped to wait together.

"Chang Shi En Gong, give it."

In front of Ouyang Rong, Huang Xuan stood on tiptoes and handed over the porridge bowl.

"Thanks."

Ouyang Rong whispered, preparing to drink the bowl of warm porridge for the last time.

Until now, even though he was in a desperate situation, he still had no regrets. He saved Huang Xuan on the street that day and caused so many things in the future.

If time went back and he did it all over again, he would still do it.

Ouyang Rong looked down at the bowl of porridge with extremely peaceful eyes.

Huang Xuan looked up at the young man eating porridge, took out a sheathed dagger from her sleeve, pulled out the rusty dagger blade in front of everyone in the hospital, and stabbed Ouyang Rong on the right chest.

It was an emergency, and everyone in the audience looked surprised.

Ouyang Rong was also stunned.

"Mingfu be careful!"

Only Yan Liulang, who was closest to him and Huang Xuan, reacted and rushed forward with his sword drawn.

Huang Xuan's stabbing movement with the dagger was unskilled and even seemed a bit clumsy and slow. Before the dagger touched Ouyang Rong, Yan Liulang's blade had already arrived and was about to slash her small body from behind.

"Wait, Rokuro, stop!"

Ouyang Rong suddenly reacted and hugged Huang Xuan in front of him to avoid Yan Liulang's blade. At the same time, he twisted his body to block Yan Liulang's another hasty sword attack.

"Mingfu, you..."

This act of approaching to stop the guards and then protecting the assassins once again made everyone who was surprised throughout the whole process stunned again.

At the same time, there was a pop, and the dull sound of a dagger entering flesh resounded in the courtyard.

No one stopped him, and he even tried to kill himself by getting closer and stabbing Ouyang Rong in the right chest with a dagger.

Huang Xuan, who was hugged by him, quickly broke away from his embrace.

With a clang, the blood-stained dagger fell to the ground.

Huang Xuan slowly backed away, her innocent eyes widening as she looked at Ouyang Rong, who was "seeking death."

The bowl of warm porridge in his hand never dropped or even spilled, and he even held it far away from his arm to avoid being stained with blood.

On the open space in the hospital, the young man serving porridge looked down at the bloody wound on his chest.

I don’t know if Huang Xuan was out of touch or on purpose. The dagger was originally directed towards the right chest, and the wound was also there, and it did not hurt the heart.

However, due to excessive blood loss and severe pain, Ouyang Rong's body was a little shaky.

"Mingfu!" Yan Liulang rushed forward and supported him with worry on his face.

In addition to Rong Zhen, who was in charge of the formation, Yan Zhang, Lian Qing and others quickly surrounded them.

Lian Qing put her palm on Huang Xuan's shoulder to restrain her to prevent another accident.

Yan Zhang stepped forward, first looked at Ouyang Rong's wound, then looked at the unsprinkled bowl of porridge in his hand, and curled his lips:

"Listen to what Rong Zhennv Shi said, isn't Ouyang Changshi a little bit good at practicing Qi? How could he be stabbed by a little girl at close range? He couldn't prevent this danger, and he almost hit the vital point. He is really slacking off as an official."

Yan Liulang immediately glared:

"What kind of hanging formation are you doing? Your aura and cultivation are all gone. How can you hide? If you have the ability, come and stand. You won't have back pain when you stand and talk."

Lian Qing smiled and said:

"Don't talk nonsense, Ouyang Changshi didn't even spill the porridge in his hand. Doesn't he look very cool? He's very capable..."

Yan Zhang's eyes lit up:

"Oh, I understand. No wonder he protected this little girl just now. Ouyang Changshi was also afraid of delaying Rong Zhennvshi's investigation and damaging this 'eyes'? That's why he gave in, tsk tsk tsk."

Having said this, the man with the mole on his eyebrow showed his serious face, punched Ouyang Rong, and spoke with admiration:

"I see, Ouyang Changshi really has the overall situation in mind, and Rong Zhennvshi did not trust you wrong."

"you……"

Yan Liulang always felt that the sissy in front of him was acting strangely, and he glared at her with a knife in his hand.

"Mukuro."

Ouyang Rong didn't even look at Yan Zhang, who seemed to dislike him and made sarcastic remarks, and held Yan Liulang down.

With the latter's support, Ouyang Rong covered the bloody injury on his chest with his hands, and silently glanced at the little girl in the red coat whose hands were stained with blood.

Huang Xuan, who was held down by Lian Qing, looked dazed for a moment. Suddenly, she saw her eyes turning towards Ouyang Rong hatefully, with a look of resentment on her face:

"That time in Xunyang Tower, it's all your fault. It's all your fault that my father and I were able to live in a big house. For the sake of clearing our reputation, we refused to agree to Mrs. Pei's three-win strategy. Damn it.

"Ouyang Lianghan, why are you pretending to be a good person? You just want to win the reputation of caring for the people like a son, even if you are selfish, you still have to pretend.

"You are still pretending to be here, pretending to protect me, and forgetting the blame. Hey, can you hurt me? I am a cultivator, and I have a pair of spiritual eyes. I am the key to the formation of the female historian today. If you just dared to

You start hurting me, but the female historian has already twisted your head off, and you are still pretending to be benevolent. Bah, you are a hypocrite!"

Huang Xuan stared at Ouyang Rong, complaining and cursing, but for some reason, her face was filled with tears.

Yan Zhang on the side was gloating about his misfortune. What he said was really a relief. This little girl didn't realize that she turned out to be his best substitute.
To be continued...