Nalan Fengjin saw Ling Yinglie's weapon for the first time tonight. It was the long flute he often played. There was a sharp sword hidden in the flute. At this moment, the sword was unsheathed and glowed a bloodthirsty cyan color under the moonlight. What a sword!

Nalan Fengjin rushed towards Ling Yinglie, and a masked man jumped out to block her way. The masked man did a lot of tricks with the sword in his hand, but after dozens of moves, Nalan Fengjin kicked her away.

The man and his sword fell into the bushes beside the road.

It turned out to be just a few three-legged cats, Nalan Fengjin thought to himself, no wonder he would use such despicable methods! At the moment, he didn't pay attention to these many people, but at this moment, he suddenly saw Ling Yinglie on his back.

After a slap, he fell to the ground and a mouthful of blood spurted out. He saw the man follow up with another palm and went straight to the back of Ling Yinglie. At this moment, Ling Yinglie was temporarily blind and injured. It seemed that he could not avoid this palm.

It's past.

Nalan Fengjin saw this and was horrified. He flew up and pounced on the man. Using his inner strength, he palmed the man. Unexpectedly, there was someone with such deep inner strength hidden among these men in black.

The palm was extremely heavy, and the man in black had a very clear purpose, wanting to kill Ling Ying.

Nalan Fengjin immediately changed his moves and did not attack hard, instead using his feminine martial arts to consume the man in black's internal energy.

Just when the men in black thought that Nalan Fengjin was trapped in a fight, a burst of purple smoke filled the palm of Nalan Fengjin and dispersed towards the group of men in black.

At this moment, Ling Yinglie took out a projectile from his waist and threw it to the ground, causing a burst of smoke and dust. After a moment, people in black everywhere covered their eyes and howled in pain. The man in black who had just fought against Nalan Fengjin

He also covered his eyes and shouted hoarsely: "Withdraw." After a moment, everything suddenly became quiet.

Ling Yinglie took out another object, wiped it on his eyes, and then opened them carefully.

Ling Yinglie looked at Nalan Fengjin not far away, and found that there was blood overflowing from her lips. She felt anxious for some reason and ran towards Nalan Fengjin. However, after taking a few steps, she felt

I felt severe pain in my chest, and I fainted as soon as my vision went dark.

Although Nalan Fengjin was injured, he was still conscious. He staggered up and found Ling Yinglie's position. He helped him up and called him a few times. Seeing that he had no response, he felt his pulse and could not help but frown slightly.

He took out a small bottle from his arms and poured a pill into his mouth. At this time, Ling Ying, who had reacted to the severe pain, grabbed her arm tightly and spoke vaguely, although her voice was somewhat

It was vague, but Nalan Fengjin heard every word clearly. He only heard her say: "You can't die..." and then passed out.

Nalan Fengjin was startled, lowered his head and stared at Ling Yinglie.

The moon was surprisingly bright, and the light cyan color highlighted the dark red bloodstains on his clothes and corners of his lips. His face was covered with dust, and his clothes were in tatters. His eyes were closed tightly. He was in a coma, but one hand was still holding him tightly.

put.

After a while, seeing that he was still unconscious, he tried to pick him up, but he was injured several times before he could stand up.

Nalan Fengjin carried him with some difficulty and walked slowly towards the horse not far away, but intermittently heard him say vaguely: "Jin - Jin...can't die..."

Nalan Fengjin's footsteps became slower and slower. It took a long time to walk for a short distance.

Finally, he put him on the horse and struggled to get on the horse. Just as he was about to ride the horse forward, he heard him say vaguely: "Ah Jin..."

Nalan Fengjin lowered his head when he heard the sound and saw blood dripping from the corner of his mouth while he was lying on the horse. He frowned slightly and helped him up from the horse. He sat on his chest and bowed his head.

, a strand of hair was blown by the wind across Nalan Fengjin's cheek, and a strange but familiar smell drifted into his nose unexpectedly. Nalan Fengjin was slightly startled.

Slowly riding the horse forward, there were bumps on the road. Ling Yinglie, who was in a coma, almost slipped off the horse. Nalan Fengjin quickly let go of the hand holding the reins and held Ling Yinglie's waist, never thinking that his head was actually there.

At this time, it was buried in his neck, and the warmth of his breath sprayed just behind Nalan Fengjin's ears.

The road is not long, but it seems like a long journey.

Nalan Fengjin carried Ling Yinglie back to the inn and laid him flat on the bed. Just as he was about to get up, he realized that his hand had been grabbing her sleeve and wouldn't let go.

Nalan Fengjin frowned slightly and pulled his hand off with force. When she turned around, she heard him cough again. She couldn't help but stop and turned to look at the bed. She thought he was awake, but found that he was still unconscious.

, only his hands were grabbing randomly in the air, not knowing what he wanted to grab.

Nalan Fengjin watched quietly and did not step forward. He only saw him grabbing in the air for a while and still not letting go. He coughed harder and harder in his eagerness, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, getting out of hand.

Nalan Fengjin frowned, turned around and grabbed his wrist, trying to feel his pulse, but he grabbed his finger instead, and then, she tightly grasped his palm along her knuckles, and she suddenly became quiet like that.

Looking at the hand held tightly by him, Nalan Fengjin's eyes were deep.

There were no candles lit in the room, and the green moonlight reflected through the window lattice and fell on the hands, one big and one small, clasped beside the bed. The big knuckles were pale and persistent, while the small knuckles were slightly stiff, as if they were at a loss for a moment.

Ling Yinglie kept coughing up blood. After taking his pulse carefully, Nalan Fengjin broke free from his pull, turned around and walked out the door.

After a while, Ling Yinglie returned with the silver needle without any hesitation. After a while, Ling Yinglie was sweating profusely and no longer vomited blood.

After a long time, Nalan Fengjin withdrew the silver needle. There was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. He searched for his pulse again. His eyebrows relaxed slightly, but suddenly he felt a tightness in his chest, a sudden cough, and there was blood in his mouth.

spirit.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Ling Yinglie suddenly leaned back. Unexpectedly, her long hair spread out on her arms. When she lowered her head, the moonlight caught her eye, Nalan saw the hazy moonlight.

Feng Jin thinks this is a kind of lonely beauty...

The candles in the room were still not lit, and there was silence all around. Only the moonlight squeezed in from the window lattice, and cast it relentlessly on the two people on the bed, as if unwilling to let go of any detail, casting their figures on one side of the wall.

, in pairs.

In the middle of the night, the wind suddenly picked up, the shadows of the trees were swaying, and the autumn wind was bleak.

Ling Yinglie, who was unconscious on the bed, seemed to feel extremely uncomfortable, and murmured hoarsely: "Water..." Nalan Fengjin, who was sitting on the couch nearby and doing exercises to heal his injuries, heard the sound and opened his eyes, stood up and poured a glass of water.

He went to the bedside, dipped some of it on a white cloth, and put it on his lips.

This was repeated until he stopped mumbling, and when he touched his forehead with his palm, he found that he was still feverish, so he went out and got a basin of cold water, went into the house, moistened it with a cloth and put it on his forehead.

In the middle of the night, a dark figure hurried from far to near and landed quietly in the courtyard. After waiting for a while, when he saw Nalan Fengjin coming out, he half-knelt on the ground and whispered: "Sect Master."

Nalan Fengjin snorted, "If you find those people, kill them without mercy."

Nalan Fengjin waved his hand, and the man left quietly.

The next morning, Ling Yinglie woke up with a strong smell of herbs. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Nalan Fengjin staring at him with a medicine bowl beside the bed. For a moment, his expression was in a trance.

Just now I remembered what happened last night.

Just as he was about to get up, he felt that his whole body was weak and his internal organs were aching. He grinned and let out a muffled groan: "Hiss! It hurts!" The voice that came out was hoarse and did not sound like his own. Ling Ying sighed, how could he survive to such an old age?

I have never been so seriously injured.

Nalan Fengjin looked at him quietly until his eyes changed from chaos to clarity, then handed the medicine bowl to him and said: "Drink it."

Ling Yinglie glanced at the medicine bowl and struggled to get up, but couldn't sit up, so she helplessly whispered: "Help."

Nalan Fengjin was really rude. As soon as he made a move, he picked up his collar and pulled him to sit up.

Ling Ying frowned uncomfortably as her chest felt tight, but she didn't pick and choose. She took the medicine bowl, but her hands were weak and she almost spilled the medicine. Nalan Fengjin frowned and helped her.

After a while, he brought the medicine to his mouth.

Ling Yingzhe could smell the bitterness of the medicine and could think of the bitterness of the medicine. With a frown on his face, he drank the medicine with Nalan Fengjin's help.

Nalan Fengjin took the empty bowl left by Ling Yinglie, turned around and walked out the door.

Ling Yinglie sat on the bedside, feeling uncomfortable and drowsy, but then she saw Nalan Fengjin walking in with a silver needle for acupuncture in his hand.

These days, Nalan Fengjin boiled medicine for him every day and gave him needles to detoxify him. He was used to it. When Nalan Fengjin came in with a silver needle, he didn’t think much about it, thinking it was another detoxification. But when Nalan Fengjin used it again

He sat up straight and realized that he was disheveled at the moment!

Being unable to resist, but also knowing that he should not resist, made Ling Yinglie feel very depressed and helpless.

The young master of the Ling family, who was so proud of himself, was now in such a situation.

"Am I seriously injured?" Ling Yinglie suddenly asked.

"Yes, the man in black was very cruel, and your internal organs were injured." Nalan Fengjin replied.

"Your injury?!" Ling Yinglie said.

"It doesn't matter, you can keep it. If you need anything, call the guards." Nalan Fengjin said.

"Those assassins came for me, but they hurt you." Ling Yinglie didn't know why she talked a lot today.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter who it is for." Nalan Fengjin said.

"Reconciliation?" Ling Yinglie was stunned.

"You hurt the Phoenix Sect Master and you are dead. Besides, if you are hit by my Purple Jade Smoke, you will go crazy even if you don't die. You can rest, I will come back to perform acupuncture on you in the evening." After saying this, Nalan Fengjin walked out.

"Purple jade turns into smoke?" Ling Ying was frightened, what a cruel girl, this poison invades the seven meridians of a person, you will see a person turn into powder inch by inch in front of you...

Chapter 44: The unluckiest princess

After leaving Ling Yinglie's room, Nalan Fengjin spat out a mouthful of blood. He was also injured in this battle, and his injuries were no less serious than Ling Yinglie's.

The inner strength of the man in black was quite strange and profound. That palm actually hurt his heart. It was really abominable.

"Sect Master, the matter is settled. The killer is the old enemy of Young Master Ling. The reason is because Poison Saint killed the eldest brother behind the scenes. It has been found out that the mastermind is not a good person. He is the notorious Du Sanli in the world.

The Poison Saint had a grudge because Poison Sanjiang harmed the people. The Poison Saint killed him. The men in black who committed the assassination are already dead. Do you see the rest?" Jiang Biluo came over and asked for instructions.

"Du Sanli? Du Sanjiang? Du Men Sanli? Very good, Miemen, no need to keep them. You can settle those children." After Nalan Fengjin said that, he went to look for food.

"Your Majesty, your order." Jiang Biluo went down after accepting the order.

The autumn sun was setting, the stars and the moon were rising, the moon was bright, there was no wind, Nalan Fengjin had eaten and drank enough, wrapped herself in a quilt and lay on the couch in the courtyard, looking at the night sky, it was midnight again.

After Nalan Fengjin’s diagnosis and treatment, Ling Yinglie’s injuries recovered quickly.

Ling Yinglie came out of the door, jumped up to the roof, and sat in the same position as usual and played the flute. Although Ling Yinglie was much better, his internal injuries were still there. This time he almost lost his balance.

, Nalan Fengjin pulled him.
To be continued...