Mai Mai looked at him with confusion, and then looked around, not finding anything unusual. But at this moment, a cold edge hidden in the dark cut through the night and struck at the location of the two of them.
Wan Qihuan stared at the white light, not panicking, moving his fingers slightly.
Not allowing himself to scream in horror, the fierce sword was approaching like lightning. Mai Mai didn't even understand the situation in front of him. Without even thinking about it, he subconsciously threw himself on the sword and blocked Wan Qixun...
The sword penetrated the flesh, making a cruel and harsh sound.
Wan Qixun's expression suddenly changed, and the moment he caught her, a pebble hit her between the eyebrows. The man in black, who was attacking with a sword, stared at her eyes in disbelief, and fell to the ground, motionless.
The huge pain in his chest made Mai Mai cry out in pain on the spot, "Ah!" Cold sweat instantly dripped down his cheeks, and he bit his lower lip tightly. The blue clothes were stained red by the blood from the wound.
Holding the trembling body in his arms, he raised his clear eyes and looked at the men in black who suddenly appeared around him, and an undercurrent appeared in his eyes...
It turned out that being hit by a sword actually hurt so much. It was like thousands of ants were biting around the wound. The heartbreaking pain made people want to die on the spot. Mai Mai nestled in his arms, reluctantly raised her head and saw Wan Qi.
The expression on Xun's face was startled. Before he could react, several acupuncture points on his body were tapped.
Before falling asleep, she only remembered that pale sick face, full of cold murderous intent.
Noticing that her blood was dark red, Wan Qihan frowned. Ignoring the sharp swords around him, he picked her up and walked to the room.
Several men in black looked at each other and rushed forward in unison. The tip of the sword touched his thin back.
"Cang!" The sword blades intersected, making a sword sound.
Behind Wan Qihuan, four men wearing black shirts suddenly appeared, holding sharp weapons and standing in a row to block the attack of the men in black. Wan Qihuang was not affected at all, and hugged the unconscious woman in blue, and quickly
Step inside.
"Hurry and ask for Mr. Tong." The calm voice contained a hint of anxiety.
"Yes." Among the four people, one person immediately flew out, and the other three quickly rushed forward and fought with the man in black.
He put her on the soft couch and tore off her blood-soaked clothes. He took out a magnetic bottle, unplugged the stopper, poured out the powder inside and sprinkled it on the ferocious wound. The surrounding skin and flesh had begun to fester, and the area slowly
diffusion.
Her pale and pretty face wrinkled slightly, her thick eyelashes trembled a few times, and a sigh escaped from her mouth.
The wrinkles between Wan Qixun's eyebrows gradually deepened, as if she was struggling. Finally, he took out a short dagger without hesitation and placed it on her chest. He shook his hand slightly. He raised his head and looked into her weakness and helplessness.
"I won't let you die!"
His expression was as determined as an oath, and his whole body was filled with the domineering aura of a natural king.
The hand fell accurately, and the dagger penetrated deeply into her already blackened wound...