Zhu Honglie rushed forward eagerly, and with his right hand, he hugged her slender waist. The moment their bodies touched each other, a warm feeling spread in his heart. Zhu Honglie stared blankly at this woman who made him crazy.

Even though so much time has passed,

Her position in her heart was still so important and irreplaceable. Fengrou looked at him with a confused face, why did this man who had always moved her always appear in time when she was in the most danger? She owed him,

There are just too many!

Ye Jinghong gritted his silver teeth and looked at the two of them with a look of jealousy. Zhu Honglie's sword skills were always so precise and precise, and his scheming was more powerful than anyone else. The moment he caught the book, Ye Jinghong suddenly

He turned around, rolled up his right sleeve, and shot an arrow from his sleeve towards Zhu Honglie's back vest.

"Brother Iron Sword, be careful!" Feng Rou's expression changed and she screamed. She turned around and had already protected Zhu Honglie's back vest. The sleeve arrow had already shot into Feng Rou's chest extremely quickly. With a whimper, Feng Rou

He leaned back and a mouthful of hot blood spurted out, splashing Zhu Honglie's face.

"Take care!" Zhu Honglie looked at Feng Rou in panic, his face turned black and blue, and he hugged Feng Rou's frail body numbly. His heart was frozen to the extreme at that moment, and he couldn't say a word. "Zhu Honglie looked at Feng Rou in panic.

Iron sword, take your life

!" Ye Jinghong shouted loudly, with a fierce look in his eyes. He drew the long sword at his waist and rolled it straight towards Zhu Honglie. The change between life and death was so fast, Xiao Qiao and Wan Xin

He stayed aside, but he couldn't get involved.

With a "hoo" sound, He Wanxin regained consciousness, threw the fire stick tied to her waist and slashed it towards Ye Jinghong's neck. Ye Jinghong had no choice but to step back and draw back his long sword.

A sword was slashed towards the fire stick. Xiao Qiao's eyes turned cold, and the hand in his hand

A piece of white silk was sent out with a whoosh, hitting Ye Jinghong's chest, forcing her to jump out of the pavilion. He Wanxin's expression changed, and she turned her right hand. The fire stick dancing in the air had been turned back, and her body jumped.

, jumped out of the pavilion and fought with Ye Jinghong.[

"Xianxi, Xianxi, how are you? How are you?" Zhu Honglie looked at Fengrou with worry and patted her face. Fengrou lay in his arms with a pale face and made no sound.
Chapter completed!