Feng Zhuyue suddenly felt a tremor all over her body. She was sure that no one in ancient times could make a pistol. If so, there was only one possibility. The person just now came from the same world as her.
Why did that person want to kill her?
If you kill her, you have such a good weapon as a pistol, but her feet are inconvenient now, and the other party doesn't know that she has traveled from modern times, so why doesn't she come out?
Moreover, the other party's fighting spirit is very strong, and she may not be able to take advantage of him at all if he is face to face with her now.
Feng Zhuyue's brows were tightly knitted together, and there were many doubts that could not be answered.
At this time, Yi Qingfeng came quickly. He heard a strange sound here while hunting. When he heard it carefully, it turned out to be where Feng Zhuyue was. At that time, his heart suddenly sank, and he couldn't care less.
He rushed back immediately without stopping.
Her white and flowing skirt was stained red by blood, turning into a gorgeous rose flower. It was so beautiful that it was beyond compare.
"Yue'er!"
Yi Qingfeng was shocked, and quickly ran to Feng Zhuyue's side, squatted down, and checked her wound. When he saw that the hamstring was severed, he frowned tightly, and felt a stab of pain in his heart, which made him feel uncomfortable.
Overwhelmed with accusations, he tore off a piece of fabric from his dark robe and bandaged it for Feng Zhuyue. He was handsome and dark: "We must find those students from Nansang College quickly. Your wound has been lingering for a long time.
There is no way to cure it.”
As he spoke, he looked at Feng Zhuyue, who seemed to be still deep in thought, and watched her stand firmly on the ground with one foot, all the force being borne by her intact foot.
How can she still walk like this?
Yi Qingfeng knelt down in front of Feng Zhuyue and said softly: "I will carry you."
Feng Zhuyue was still immersed in her own thoughts. She knew that there was no danger to Yi Qingfeng standing in front of her, and she did not pay attention to his movements. It was not until his broad back appeared in front of her that she
He frowned without any trace, and a strange feeling flowed in his heart.
"Need not."
Feng Zhuyue pushed away the back in front of her indifferently, and was about to walk by herself, but as soon as she took a step, her brows frowned. Although it was not a very important thing to her that her hamstring was broken, she naturally
She could find someone to cure her, but it is undeniable that she has difficulty walking now.
Yi Qingfeng suddenly felt that Feng Zhuyue was so ink-stained and still trying to show off his strength even though he was like this. He slapped her down and apologized without any explanation. When he saw her little face, he immediately became cold. He also said coldly: "You should understand that you
Now that you have difficulty walking, is it really that difficult for you to accept help from others? Can't you restrain your stubbornness?"
Feng Zhuyue curled her lips, thinking about getting angry, but finally decided that she really had no way to walk independently. She turned away, which was regarded as acquiescing to Yi Qingfeng's actions.
Yi Qingfeng relaxed and continued walking in the Demonic Forest with Feng Zhuyue in his arms. Naturally, he had no idea that a fight had just occurred here, and that all the people from the Prime Minister's Mansion and the Uncle Guo's Mansion were dead.
He wanted to ask Feng Zhuyue what caused his injury, but he clearly knew that Feng Zhuyue would not tell him. In this case, he did not bother to ask. The top priority now was to quickly find the students of Nansang College and get the jade piece.