In the air, his chest heaved violently, and finally he couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood.
The two of them were almost equal, but he was injured first, so naturally he was injured more seriously than Mo Li.
"How are you?!"
Without looking at Zhuo Yang who fell from the high platform, Mingyue had already left her chair when the two swords had just crossed each other, and rushed to Mo Li immediately to support her body.
Leaning his body against his chest and looking at his face, Li Li pursed his lips and shook his head, with a trace of reproach in his eyes.
"Don't make a sound!" Mingyue brought a pill to her lips, "When you are healed, I will let you beat and scold me!"
Beside, Cangshan Snow flew up and landed silently on another wooden pillar with only half of it left.
At this moment, Zhuo Yang's body had just fallen off the stage.
After falling into a cloud of dust and sawdust, he looked up and saw that on the only high pillar that had not been affected, the good-for-nothing Crown Prince of the Ming Dynasty was holding Mo Li up in his arms, looking down at her.
, full of concern and pampering.
There was constant dust and smoke all around, but in his eyes, it seemed that the young man was the only one left.
Sure enough, his useless talent was just a disguise. Just by the way he landed beside Mo Li just now, you could tell that he was a master of martial arts.
"Master!"
Xiliu rushed over, sat on him and helped Zhuoyang up.
Standing up, Zhuo Yang still stared at Mingyue and Mo Li, his eyes full of anger.
That man had only died a few months ago, and the prince already had a new love?
This bastard actually betrayed that person!
Xi Liu took out the wound medicine from his body and respectfully brought it to Zhuo Yang, "Young master, take this quickly. I will take you back to the inn to heal your wounds!"
He took the medicine and put it into his mouth. Zhuo Yang still stared at the two people leaning on each other in the air. He pulled out the gun tip from his chest and threw the bloody gun tip at his feet. "I don't need treatment.
We will go back immediately, I will prepare a large army to defeat the Ming Dynasty!"
Turning around, he strode towards the city gate.
Silver infuriating energy circulated around the wound, the bleeding quickly stopped, and the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In the crowd, Zhuo Ya carefully poked her face out of the carriage, looked around, and noticed Zhuo Yang in the crowd in the distance. She was happy, and immediately raised the curtain, ducking out of the carriage.
In the chaos that had just occurred, some of the knights surrounding the carriage were scattered, and some rushed to the high platform to protect Ming Che. At this moment, no one paid attention to her.
"Brother!"
Jumping into the crowd, she shouted loudly and rushed towards Zhuo Yang.
The crowd was chaotic, and although she was eager, she struggled to move forward among the crowd.
A palm landed on her shoulder, neither lightly nor heavily.
"Go away!" Zhuo Ya threw the opponent away with her backhand and continued to move forward. Unexpectedly, the palm fell on her shoulder again.
She turned her head in confusion and saw clearly the deacon of the temple opposite who had triangular eyes and was wearing a bloody costume. The expression on his face suddenly changed, and he turned around and walked towards the crowd.
Head-on, she bumped into someone's chest. She only had time to see clearly that person's blood-red clothes. Something had already wrapped around his body, making him unable to move.
Gong Ao watched Zhuo Ya slowly fall down in front of him. He reached out with his palm and grabbed her belt. Then he flew up from the crowd and said, "You guys rush back to the temple right away!"
"Yes!" The deacons and priests of the Temple of Punishment respectfully agreed.
In the distance, Ming Che landed steadily on the ground under the protection of the water barrier. He stared at Ming Yue standing on the high pillar. He was visibly relieved. From the corner of his eye, he caught Gong Ao flying in the air.