"Zhan Yuheng, what are you doing?" Jiu'er was so shocked by what he saw that he almost fainted.
I don't know when I was knocked down by Zhan Yuheng on the sea of flowers.
He pressed on her body, the skirt of her shirt was torn open by him, and his hot lips were printed on her delicate skin. "
You..." Her hands fell on his shoulders, and Feng Jiuer was about to push the man on her away.
Suddenly, a gust of cold wind came over, and the breath was so sharp and cold that Jiuer was so cold that his energy and blood surged all of a sudden.
It was not that Zhan Yuheng was unaware of the murderous intent approaching, but in his arms was the person he had been waiting for ten years. Even if he was injured, he was unwilling to let her go.
With a wave of his hand, Zhan Yuheng was forced to fly sideways by the strong wind of his palm.
He turned over in the air and finally landed firmly on the ground.
Yes, a mouthful of turbid blood was welling up in my chest. After enduring it for a while, I still couldn't help it. I opened my mouth, and with a sound, a mouthful of turbid blood gushes out. "
...Uncle Nine Emperors!" Feng Jiuer finally saw clearly who was coming. Yue
The figure under the light was cold and cold, slender but indescribably cold and lonely!
She was confused, hurriedly pulled her clothes together, and got up from the ground: "Uncle Nine Emperors, you...Brother Heng, you are injured!"
These lingering memories in her heart made her subconsciously want to get over it when she saw Zhan Yuheng vomiting blood.
But as soon as she tightened her wrist, she was already pulled back by Zhan Qingcheng.
"Uncle Nine Emperors..." Jiu'er clenched his palms, knowing that Zhan Yuheng only suffered internal injuries and there was no fear of his life, so he ignored it.
Now, my crisis is no smaller than Zhan Yuheng's, in fact, it is much bigger!
She could clearly feel the cold murderous aura emanating from the Nine Emperors Uncle! Recognize it.
I've known him for so long, and I've never felt such a scary aura from him.
Uncle Jiuhuang is usually cold enough, but at this moment, he is more like a thousand-year-old iceberg, and the ice on his body will never melt away.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, just..." She didn't know what she wanted to explain, but all her explanations were completely forgotten the moment he looked back at her. Zhan
Qingcheng flicked her long sleeves, turned around and walked towards the door of Juyuan.
Feng Jiu'er felt a pain in her heart and immediately wanted to chase after Jiu'er.
The emperor's uncle was injured. The moment he turned around, bloodshot traces of doubt slipped from the corners of his beautiful lips. It was so frightening!
He has been in poor health recently. The last time he was poisoned by a scorpion, it caused an attack of poison in his body, which already damaged his heart.
During this period of time, he should not have been angry.
But in the fight with Zhan Yuheng just now, the zhenqi was still passive! As soon as the zhenqi moved, the poisonous poison was immediately triggered, hurting the heart again!
"Jiu'er!" Just as Feng Jiu'er turned around to catch up with Zhan Qingcheng, Zhan Yuheng's hoarse call from behind made her stop. Feng Jiu'er stopped in her tracks.
Jiuer looked back at him. The man in the wind was equally handsome and extraordinary. He
Just standing in the sea of flowers, looking at her with such infatuated and affectionate eyes was the same as the young master back then.
Although I still can't understand the scenes in my mind, and I still can't understand how I felt back then and how I feel now. But
, Feng Jiuer finally said calmly: "Let the past happen, I am now a member of Longwuyuan, and I will go back to work with Uncle Jiuhuang. Your Highness, take your leave!"
"Jiu'er! I'm not your highness, I'm your brother Heng." Zhan
Yuheng chased after him, but in the breeze, the petite figure had already walked away.
