"Crazy!"

But the assassin's arm trembled slightly, and the soft sword made a strange sound, which was suddenly pulled back by him. At the same time, a black afterimage passed by, and when it appeared, he was already three feet away.

"boom!"

The scarf burning with flames instantly hit the dry bones, stirring up bone scum all over the sky.

But the figure stood several feet away and didn't care about it at all. He just looked up and looked straight at Dongfang Mo.

At this time, Dongfang Mo felt a chill in his chest, and then a cold feeling spread throughout his body.

"Ahem...wow!"

Under the violent cough, he suddenly opened his mouth and squirted out his blood.

"I'm going to kill you!"

Seeing this, Nangong Yurou burst out angry, and her jade feet stomped, and her body shot out again. In the blink of an eye, she came to the assassin. She supported her veil and stood up and turned into a high wall. She suddenly bumped her head towards the person.

At this point, the assassin retracted his gaze and turned to Nangong Yurou. His eyes were still extremely cold, and he saw his wrist turn.

"Crazy!"

The soft sword in his hand was like a strange white snake, swaying from side to side, shaking constantly.

When the wall turned into a scarf hit, the soft sword instantly bit a certain position on it.

"Huh!"

It was like the sound of a wooden stick slashing across the cloth.

But what is surprising is that even though the soft sword is tricky, I don’t know what the scarf in Nangong Yurou’s hand is, but it was stabbed into a sharp and exaggerated shape, but it was still not pierced.

Taking this opportunity, Nangong Yurou's hand changed its magic. When the silk scarf was soft and extremely gentle, she would wrap the person in it.

However, just as the scarf was closed, a black afterimage flashed again, and at the critical moment, it flew out of it without stopping, disappearing into the confused in the blink of an eye.

Whether successful or not, he will retreat with one blow. This person is definitely the top assassin.

"Don't go!"

Nangong Yurou immediately chased after her.

"Stop chasing, ahem!"

Dongfang Mo quickly spoke out to stop him, but again it affected the injury, causing a severe cough.

Seeing this, Nangong Yurou paused, looked at Dongfang Mo's pale cheeks and blood gushing out of her chest, and then looked at the direction where the assassin left, and she immediately turned around and returned.

When he came to his side, he helped him.

At this point, Dongfang Mo seemed to have no strength and fell into her arms.

"How are you?"

Nangong Yurou didn't mind, but asked with concern.

"I'm not dead yet, but it's almost done."

Feeling that his chest was pierced, Dongfang Mo knew that this time, he might be really in danger.

"And you don't have to chase him, you can't catch up."

Even when the boy who used the magic weapon, he was almost assassinated by this man.

Although this assassin is only in the early stage of foundation building, his ability to hide his body or assassination is far beyond the level of cultivation, and is not comparable to Nangong Yurou.

Therefore, even if she catches up, she will definitely not be the opponent and will die in vain.

"Stop talking."

Looking at Dongfang Mo's expression was extremely weak. The most terrifying thing was that blood in his chest was like a river water breaking through the dam, gushing continuously. Tears flashed in Nangong Yurou's eyes, and she didn't know that Dongfang Mo had been pierced through the vital points.

"Quickly, take this pill."

She took out an exquisite jade bottle from her cuff, poured out a milky white pill and put it into Dongfang Mo's mouth.

Seeing this, Dongfang Mo did not refuse.

But when he took the pill, it caused even more coughing.

"Ahem...hem!"

The blood on his chest was like a spring, soaking Nangong Yurou's clothes.

"impossible!"

Nangong Yurou's appearance was fading, and she didn't care about anything else at this time, and she tore the Taoist robe on Dongfang Mo's chest.

Sure enough, I saw a wound about two inches, and blood kept flowing out of the wound.

“I have the best trauma medicine.”

As he said that, Nangong Yurou took out a porcelain bottle, poured out white powder and sprinkled it on his wound.

But in the past, the magic medicine that had immediate effect was poured on Dongfang Mo's wounds, and there was no trace of blood at all.

"how so!"

Nangong Yurou's tears finally fell, and her hands wanted to press his wound, but blood kept coming out of her fingers.

"It's useless. That assassin's magic weapon is very weird."

Dongfang Mo had learned about the soft sword in his hand last time. As long as he stabbed his body, the blood would be extremely difficult to stop.

He had used the spirit-filling technique several times before he could barely stop bleeding, but now he was seriously injured and could not raise any magic power at all.

Moreover, his chest was fatal, and he was stabbed to the opposite end. In his opinion, even if he had the technique of infusion of spirits, it would be useless.

"Stop talking. It's because I'm not good, it's because I'm not good, it's all my fault!"

Nangong Yurou's tears fell, and she felt endless self-blame in her heart.

She was guarding Dongfang Mo for his guardian, but the assassin still killed him with almost one blow.

"I'm useless. Dongfang Mo is sorry, it's me useless, it's me not good."

She tried desperately to cover her wounds and kept blaming herself. She didn't know that she was already soaked in blood.

"cough……."

Dongfang Mo smiled bitterly, how could he have the intention to blame Nangong Yurou in his heart? Instead, he said:

"Nangong Niangpi."

"Um?"

"Actually, I said I admire you and lied to you. I just wanted you to keep it for me and use the secret of my senior sisters in Miaoyinyuan to cheat Yue Laosan's storage bag."

Dongfang Mo suddenly thought of the scene where he wanted to bribe her with a spirit stone, and turned to tease her.

"But to be honest, it's really that interesting now."

Dongfang Mo looked a little comfortable when he smelled the girl's body scent and her not-so-big pillow.

"Stop talking, I know, I know everything."

Nangong Yurou kept shook her head and nodded again, and tears fell down her delicate cheeks and hit his face.

"Dongfang Mo, don't worry, you won't die. If you go back to the Nangong family with me, my father will definitely have a way to save you. Moreover, there are many clan elders in the family with excellent medical skills."

As he said that, Nangong Yurou was about to pick him up. But as soon as he moved his body, his chest was squeezed, and blood rushed in an instant.

"ah!"

Nangong Yurou exclaimed, and was so scared that she let him go again.

"Okay, don't touch me anymore. If you touch me again, maybe I'll be dead."

Dongfang Mo swallowed a mouthful of blood back.

At this time, his face was already pale due to excessive blood loss. It would have been a good idea if he had made a breakthrough just now, but there might be a glimmer of hope. But the reason for the assassin's assassination was probably to make him fail.

Now, the anode body-forging technique that is about to break through to Xiaocheng has failed, and the essence and blood of the deer antler root in his body have also been exhausted.

"What should I do then? What should I do?"

Nangong Yurou has never been so helpless.

"You said, if I can survive, then you should be my dual-spiritual companion."

Dongfang Mo smiled slightly and said.

"Okay, I promise you, I promise you, I promise you all."

Nangong Yurou kept nodding, and her sad appearance made people feel a kind of pity from the bottom of their hearts.

"Keep your word?"

"Keep your word, keep your word, woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-wo

"Okay, help me up, maybe Xiaodao's life will not die."

Hearing this, Dongfang Mo raised his lips and looked at the little girl crying with her pear blossoms in the rain, and she felt really unbearable.
To be continued...