He pressed Shen Zhixu against the wall, brought his injured arm close to him, and forced him to drink his own blood.
Shen Zhixu struggled, and blood flowed from his mouth. After a while, his unfocused eyes suddenly moved, and he shouted in a hoarse voice: "Xiu Chen?"
Ye Xiuchen breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank God, you finally woke up. How do you feel?"
Shen Zhixu felt very tired, as if he had had a long dream, but he couldn't remember what he dreamed about?
He frowned, his eyes gradually clearing up, and when he saw someone coming from behind Ye Xiuchen, he was shocked: "Be careful."
As he said that, he pushed Ye Xiuchen away and swung the sword in his hand towards the man, but the man also stabbed him.
Ye Xiuchen saw this and said hurriedly: "Are you okay?"
Shen Zhixu held his injured arm and shook his head. His eyes accidentally fell on the injury on Ye Xiuchen's arm and asked, "Who hurt you like this?"
Ye Xiuchen glanced at him and said, "Who else besides you?"
After a pause, he continued: "You were controlled by Han Qiancheng and completely lost your mind. Fortunately, I drank the blood of the Gu King to help you detoxify.
But you don’t have to feel guilty, you saved my life just now.”
If Shen Zhixu hadn't pushed him away, he would have been seriously injured even if he didn't die.
After hearing what he said, Shen Zhixu looked unhappy.
He only remembered that the last person he saw was Han Qianyu. He knew without thinking that that woman must have used despicable means to make him lose his mind.
With a dark face, he looked around and asked, "What's going on?"
Ye Xiuchen said: "Han Qiancheng mobilized 50,000 troops from the Gyeonggi Camp to besiege the capital. Originally, we also had people from the patrol battalion to fight against them.
But then everyone will be poisoned, and now only a few of us are left to resist."
He smiled bitterly: "We're afraid we're going to die here today."
Shen Zhixu asked: "What are you saying to be dejected?"
He held the sword in his hand and said in a cold voice: "Even if I die, I can't let Han Qiancheng go."
Ye Xiuchen nodded, and the two of them braced themselves to fight side by side, but it was difficult for them to defeat the thousands of troops.
They were all injured to varying degrees, and it looked like they couldn't hold on any longer.
At this time, a woman's voice suddenly came from the chaotic battlefield: "Brother Han."
When Han Qiancheng heard this voice, his body froze. He looked back and saw a woman standing on the high tower.
She was dressed in white like snow, with long hair like a waterfall. The wind blew her dress and danced, and her thin figure stood in the sun, but there was a sense of sadness.
Han Qiancheng's heart clenched violently. This glance traveled thousands of years and reminded him of their first meeting in a trance.
At that time, she was in the period of mourning, and she was wearing white clothes like this. She had no makeup on, she was delicate and refined, and her eyes looked at him with a bright light.
Han Qiancheng lost his mind for a moment until he heard Yan Ruoling's cry begging him: "Brother Han, stop, please, don't fight anymore!"
Han Qiancheng came to his senses, he sneered and asked: "Why don't you call me Han Qiancheng?
Now that you are begging me, you call me Brother Han again? When you cruelly poisoned me, how did I beg you? Have you forgotten?"
He remembered everything that happened that night and what they said, and it tortured him over and over again.
What supported him through this was the deep hatred in his heart.
Now that we meet again, he will not be deceived by her, nor will he be soft-hearted again.