After a while, Nalan Wushuang woke up and saw Tiemur and others in front of him, she was shocked: "You...who are you? What are you going to do?"
While speaking, Nalan Wushuang shrank back and instinctively grabbed the long sword on his body.
"girl!"
Seeing her reaction, Timur quickly raised his hands and comforted in a gentle tone: "Don't be nervous, we are not bad people. I just saw you floating in the river and being injured, so I rescued you."
As he said that, Tiemur couldn't help asking, "Where are the girls? Have you encountered bandits?"
Tiemur was very righteous. At this time, he saw Nalan Wushuang, a weak woman, and suddenly felt pity. He wanted to help others to the end and escort her home.
"I....."
Hearing the inquiry, Nalan Wushuang frowned slightly, and her mind was trying hard to think about what had happened before, but her mind was blank and she couldn't remember it.
"Who am I..." Nalan Wushuang's thoughts became more and more troubled, and he also remembered it in his heart: "Why am I here?"
Yes, Nalan Wushuang was shocked by Prince Aotian before, and then soaked in the river for several hours. She had lost her memory and completely forgot who she was and where she came from?
this.....
Seeing this, Timur was stunned.
The dozen Rakshasa warriors behind him also looked at each other, not knowing what to do for a moment.
Soon, Timur reacted and asked, "Girl, do you still remember how you fell into the water?" If this girl lost her memory, it would be troublesome.
Even if I have the intention to help, I can't contact her family.
"I..." Nalan Wushuang bit her lips tightly, her eyes full of confusion: "I forgot."
Tiemur sighed, and saw her lonely and helpless look, he was about to comfort her.
Buzz!
However, at this moment, a powerful aura fluctuated from a distance. In an instant, Tiemur instinctively protected Nalan Wushuang behind him, and then turned his head with more than a dozen Rakshasa warriors to look.
I saw a figure coming quickly on the river bank a hundred meters away.
He is a heroic man wearing a dark green robe, showing nobility and extraordinaryness, but his face is filled with evil spirits and his eyes are even more thrilling.
It was Prince Aotian who was searching for all the way.
Swish!
At this moment, Prince Aotian's eyes flashed over everyone, locked Nalan Wushuang tightly, and a trace of coldness curled up at the corner of his mouth: "Stinky girl, you are lucky, but it's a pity that it fell into my hands in the end?"
After pursuing the river for more than two hours, Prince Aotian was very impatient. When he saw Nalan Wushuang, he could not control himself.
Buzz!
The last word fell, and Prince Aotian burst out, wanting Nalan Wushuang to come. At this time, Prince Aotian just wanted to kill Nalan Wushuang quickly and then return to Wudang.
As for the people from the Rakshasa tribe like Timur, Prince Aotian didn't take it seriously at all.
Seeing Prince Aotian burst out and feeling the murderous intent on him, Nalan Wushuang's delicate body trembled, her delicate face turned pale in an instant, and she felt extremely panicked.
"Slow down."
At this moment, Tiemur frowned, shouted and stopped Prince Aotian: "You have something to say slowly, there is no need to kill a girl, right?"
The voice is not loud, but the words are righteous.
Um?
Prince Aotian was stunned for a moment, his figure was floating in the air, looking at Tiemur up and down, and said coldly: "She meddles in other people's business, get out of here. Otherwise, you will kill you together." His tone was arrogant and arrogant.
No wonder, Prince Aotian has integrated the internal strength of the Seven Swords of Wudang and has successfully reshaped the soul and will not take these Jiuzhou cultivators seriously at all.
This person spoke in a crazy tone.
Hearing this, Tiemur's face darkened.
clang clang...
At the same time, more than a dozen Rakshasa warriors around them also pulled out their scimitars and glared at Prince Aotian.
The purpose of the Rakshasa clan is to not be provoked or afraid of trouble, but once someone offends, they must deal with it with thunder. They all felt that Prince Aotian in front of them was very strong, but none of the dozen Rakshasa warriors retreated.