Ye Youlan opened her eyes drowsily, and what came into view was the gentleman's modest and cold and charming appearance.
And the man in gold mask under his sword.
Both of them were covered in scarlet blood.
This scene was not scary at first, because the little girl had never seen such a bloody scene before.
However, after Jun Donghao spoke up, her face instantly turned pale.
Jun Donghao held the hand on the sword on his chest and let go, slowly reaching out towards the little girl. With a pair of bloody hands, he said in a voice of pain, struggle, pleading and despair: "Lan Lan..."
She was sobbing softly, lingering in the sadness of wanting to cry but having no tears.
When she heard the word "Lan Lan", she froze, and her eyes instantly became filled with mist.
There was no picture in her mind that she could recall, but the scene in front of her was as if it had been sliced open by a sharp sword from the depths of Ye Youlan's heart.
It was bloody and torn open, and the pain made her unable to breathe.
The pain made her hands tremble.
The pain caused her breathing to become increasingly disordered, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on her forehead.
"Lanlan..." That cry was filled with sorrow.
Ye Youlan covered her ears in horror and shrank back from the bed in fear: "No! No!"
Her frightened look made Jun Ziqian's heart twitch. He no longer cared about dealing with the man in gold and turned around to walk towards her.
"Lan Mei." Jun Ziqian called her softly.
Jun Donghao, who was sitting on the ground, covered the blood pouring out of his chest, with a cold smile in his eyes, and said coldly and sadly: "Lan Lan, he is the murderer..."
The word "Lan Lan" was like a curse, causing Ye Youlan's soul to feel severe pain. The words "murderous devil" made her lose her mind and slapped the approaching figure.
That palm slapped Jun Ziqian hard on the chest.
He just heard him groan, staggered back several steps, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth.
"Master!"
Mo Zhu and others were shocked and rushed over to help their master.
They shouted in panic, and Ye Youlan slowly came back to her senses. Only then did she see Brother Yan Zhi vomiting blood, and her face suddenly turned pale.
"Brother Yanzhi..."
Yiming looked at Ye Youlan, his eyes full of anger: "You deserve to die! How dare you hurt our young master!"
One bright, two dragons, all eyes are cold.
They didn't know the foster sister recognized by their master, and they didn't know how much the master cared about this woman.
So the swords in their hands stabbed Ye Youlan mercilessly.
"Stop!" Jun Ziqian said in a deep voice, and more blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
The slap he received was not a light one.
Yiming and others stopped swinging their swords in time, turned to look at their master, and suddenly became even more frightened: "Master!"
Erlong was so anxious that he shouted: "Hurry, call the doctor, call the doctor!"
The master was seriously injured, and all his subordinates panicked. Only Mo Zhu noticed that the culprit, the man in gold mask, had quietly run away, leaving only a blood stain on the ground.
Mo Zhu gritted his teeth angrily and turned his eyes. His master swayed, and he also became anxious: "Young Master!"
Ye Youlan sat on the bed, her face full of panic and sluggishness.
Why does this happen?
What just happened?
How could she hurt Brother Yanzhi!?
Jun Ziqian clutched his chest and his face gradually turned pale. He looked at the stunned man on the bed and calmly ordered: "Mo Zhu, help me to the bed."
Mo Zhu immediately supported his master. Yi Ming, Er Long and Si Li on one side were all anxious: "Master, but that woman..."