"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, 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 for ten years. Even if she was injured, he was unwilling to let her go.
With a casual wave of his hand, Zhan Yuheng was forced to fly sideways by the powerful wind of his palm.
He turned over in mid-air and finally landed firmly on the ground.
However, a mouthful of turbid blood surged 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.
That figure under the moonlight was cold and cold, slender yet 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!"
Those lingering memories in her heart made her subconsciously want to get over it when she saw the moment Zhan Yuheng vomited 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.
Right 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!
I have known him for so long, and I have 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 now..." 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 his long sleeves, turned around and walked outside the gate of Juyuan.
Feng Jiuer felt a pain in her heart and immediately wanted to chase after him.
Uncle Nine Emperors 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 Jiuer looked back at him. The man in the wind was equally handsome and extraordinary.
He stood in the sea of flowers, just like the young master back then, looking at her with such infatuated eyes.
Although I still can't understand the scenes in my mind, I can't even understand how I felt back then and how I feel now.
However, Feng Jiuer finally said calmly: "The past is like the wind, 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.
