"Brother, they are all my friends, why do you want to arrest them?"
After confirming that all three of them were fine, Feng Jiuer finally breathed a sigh of relief.
It's not like Feng Jiuer didn't notice that her eldest brother was injured, but she didn't have the intention to pay attention to it.
She doesn't know why she cares about these three people more than her royal brother, and she can't explain it.
"Jiu'er, the eldest brother has long suspected these three people with unknown origins, but he didn't want to and still gave them the opportunity to attack Ayan."
Feng Jin said in a deep voice.
"Brother, no matter how you feel about the three of them, if they don't give the father an explanation today, no one will be able to leave."
As a military general, Feng Jin didn't know how to speak.
He is a simple and honest man, but he has his own opinions on war.
Over the years, as long as he participated in the war, almost no one failed.
Feng Jin was not only appreciated by Feng Qiongcang, but also the people of the Feng clan admired this resourceful prince.
"The person I choose will definitely not poison the Second Emperor Brother. First Emperor Brother, you'd better find out about this matter."
Feng Jiuer looked at Feng Jin and said softly.
Neither of them likes to explain, and when they went to their father's place, the situation was not necessarily that good.
"I only want their cooperation. If the matter is really not their fault, I will not unjustly accuse good people."
Feng Jin glanced at Zhan Qingcheng, and her breath became much heavier.
Zhan Qingcheng, who was standing behind Feng Jiuer, met Feng Jin's gaze, and his expression became darker.
"Brother Emperor, if you ask everyone to evacuate, I can guarantee that they will not leave casually."
Feeling that the breath of the person behind her was getting colder and colder, Feng Jiuer couldn't help but become anxious.
"Jiu'er, get out of the way! Today, I must seek justice for Ayan."
As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Jin held a long sword in his hand and quickly approached Jianyi.
"Come here, take this person down!"
"yes."
Everyone responded in unison.
Before Feng Jiuer had a chance to speak, the sound of swords and swords suddenly sounded, but she had no ability to stop it.
Suddenly, she felt a strong murderous aura approaching, and Feng Jiuer immediately became alert.
Unexpectedly, a tall figure appeared in front of her, blocking her sight.
"Can't!"
At the critical moment, Feng Jiuer hugged Zhan Qingcheng tightly and stood in front of him.
There was a "bang", and the thin and slender body received a heavy blow.
Zhan Qingcheng held the girl in his arms and quickly stepped back, trying to reduce the force of his palm falling on the little girl.
Even he didn't know how Feng Jiuer achieved such speed. When he wanted to stretch out his palm, she had already appeared in front of him.
After a moment's hesitation, the fatal blow landed on her.
A big hand hugged the girl in his arms tightly, Zhan Qingcheng clenched his fists, and his breath was extremely cold.
"Jiu'er."
"Jiu'er!"
When Mu Mu and Jian saw this, they immediately turned back.
Feng Jiu'er, who was vomiting blood, looked at Zhan Qingcheng with an uneasy expression before she passed out.
"No! No...you can take action, but you can't..." Feng Jiuer tightly grabbed Zhan Qingcheng's sleeves, so weak that she couldn't even hold her eyes open.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, promise me, you won't...want..." "Girl!"
Zhan Qingcheng looked at the girl in his arms. The cold wind around him was like ice needles, piercing his body and even penetrating his heart.
"Your Majesty has an order not to let people from Beimu Kingdom leave!"
A palm hit Feng Jiuer's body, and there was no sign of fear in the cold shadow.
Hearing her words, the guards who had been frightened by Zhan Qingcheng's cold air immediately reacted and attacked the people within the battle circle again.
"Sword One."
Zhan Qingcheng whispered, throwing the girl in his arms out, "Take her away!"
"No!"
Mu Mu, who was fighting Han Ying, turned around to remind him.
Jian Yi jumped lightly and wanted to take over the thin Feng Jiu'er.
But unexpectedly, there was a sudden gust of wind, and a dark shadow passed across everyone's line of sight. Feng Jiuer was picked up by someone and disappeared in front of everyone in the blink of an eye.
Zhan Qingcheng wanted to chase after him, but Mu Mu held his shoulder down.
"She'll be fine."
After the cold voice fell, Mu Mu grabbed Zhan Qingcheng and rushed to the other side.
Not long after the two left, Jianyi followed... Night fell, and there was only weak candlelight in the dark cave.
Two women wearing white clothes were sitting cross-legged facing each other, palms facing each other. The veiled woman was transferring the true energy in her body to the person in front of her.
Feng Jiuer had no martial arts skills at all and was already very weak.
Han Ying's palm didn't kill her on the spot, so she was lucky.
After an unknown amount of time, Feng Jiuer finally regained a little bit of consciousness.
Her eyes were wrinkled and there were big beads of sweat on her temples. The situation didn't look good at all.
Feng Jiuer didn't know what was wrong with her. Her body was very light, but her head suddenly felt heavy.
Messy pictures kept appearing in her mind, and each picture was incomplete, making her even more uncomfortable.
Suddenly, she felt a strong force pressing her tightly onto the bed, and the sound of clothes being torn could be heard in her ears.
The next second, a long finger gradually went down her back, and finally stopped at an acupuncture point on the side of her back.
"Ah..." Severe pain spread all over his body instantly, and Feng Jiuer cried out.
Long Feiyan frowned and intensified the energy output from the body.
After finally suppressing Feng Jiuer's chaotic breath, this was not the first time blood dripped from the corner of her mouth.
After continuing to lose Qi to Feng Jiuer for a while, Long Feiyan took back his palm.
Feng Jiuer's body softened and she lay down in front of Long Feiyan.
Long Feiyan lowered her eyes and saw turbid blood overflowing from her mouth again. She stretched out her long finger and tapped the acupuncture point at the door of her heart a few times before she stabilized her breathing.
Feng Jiuer was laid flat on the hay and fell asleep again. Her sleep was not stable at all.
Her frowning eyebrows never relaxed, and she murmured and screamed from time to time. It looked like she was not in a good situation.
After confirming that her life was not in any danger, Long Feiyan sat aside and closed her eyes, adjusting her inner breath.
Just now, in order to suppress Feng Jiuer's messy Qi and prevent her from hurting herself again, Long Feiyan did not hesitate to hurt herself.
"No! Uncle Nine Emperors, no! You can't use force, no!"
While sleeping, Feng Jiuer clenched her fists tightly.
"Don't get hurt because of me again, no!"
"Uncle Nine Emperors, I miss you, I really miss you..." "Jiu'er misses you, Uncle Nine Emperors, Jiu'er really misses you, where are you?"
Jiuer misses you."
The fragmented pictures are pieced together one after another in an orderly manner, forming fragments.
The scene of the two of them together became clearer and clearer, and Feng Jiuer's clenched fists gradually relaxed.
It turns out that everything turned out to be like this.
How stupid her Nine Emperors Uncle is, he actually did so many stupid things for her, but she... I'm sorry! Nine Emperors Uncle, Jiu'er actually dared to forget you.
