Then, he carefully turned Wei Xuerong over, took a pill from his arms, pried open Wei Xuerong's pale and trembling teeth, stuffed the pill in, and gently let Wei Xuerong swallow the medicine.
After doing all this, Wu Yu breathed a long sigh of relief and said to Huangfulian, "Wang, we must leave here immediately and find a place to help Mi Luo heal his injuries!"
"Mo Yong!"
Huangfulian shouted in a low voice, and Mo Yong immediately rushed forward and took Wei Xuerong in his arms.
"Let's go!" Huangfu Lianjun's face was frighteningly dark.[
He stood up, picked up Jiang Nanyan by the waist, and ran towards the city gate first.
Mo Yong and Wu Yu quickly followed without any hesitation.
The group of people quickly disappeared in front of everyone.
Xia Houfeng stared blankly at their retreating figures, unable to recover for a long time. His deep pupils gradually dilated and lost focus.
He couldn't believe that he actually stabbed Wei Xuerong with a knife...
On the ground, there is still a large pool of blood left by Wei Xuerong. The scarlet color is very dazzling in the sun and can almost burn people's eyes.
Xiahou Fengli was like a statue, frozen there, motionless.
"Your Highness, aren't we going to chase you?" Qing wiped the blood on his face and asked.
"Chasing?" Xia Houfengli turned his head slowly, glanced at Qing blankly, and did not respond.