Chang’an Peasant Girl

Seeing that Jiang Feisheng was dead, the redness in Gong Juechen's eyes faded away, leaving only anxiety. He turned around quickly and ran to Ye Zhi. While supporting Ye Zhi, he asked with great worry: "Zhizhi, what are you doing?" Is there anything wrong?"

Ye Zhi's throat suddenly choked up, and tears fell down without any warning.

"You still have time to take care of me, look at your hands," Ye Zhi cried.

"What's wrong with my hand?" Gong Juechen lowered his head with a puzzled look on his face. He spread out his hands and looked at them. He found that his right hand was bleeding continuously. Moreover, the skin was torn and the bones were visible. It was as if he had cut two of them with a knife. Like a knife, it divided a hand into four parts.

Finally, Gong Juechen remembered that he had just used this hand to grab someone else's sword in order to prevent Ye Zhi from being stabbed to death by someone's sword.

It was also at this time that he realized the pain.

Severe pain.

But despite the pain, he didn't even frown. Instead, he quickly hid his right hand behind his back and said to Ye Zhi with a playful smile: "Zhizhi, I'm fine. Don't cry. I'm really fine. I feel so sorry for you crying." If you feel uncomfortable, don’t cry. If you feel uncomfortable, just punch me twice. I won’t be afraid of you.”

While Gong Juechen asked Ye Zhi not to cry, he quickly used his intact left hand to wipe Ye Zhi's tears. He loved her so much, how could he let her cry? He couldn't bear to let her shed a single tear.

Ye Zhi cried even harder.

She was so worried just now, but she saw that when Gong Juechen's right hand was holding the sword, blood kept flowing down, and because Gong Juechen was fighting with others, he moved here and there, too fast, and the blood flowed down. It couldn't flow down in a straight line, but the ground was sprinkled with bright red everywhere, which was even more shocking.

"Why don't you take care of your hands quickly? Do you want to die?" Ye Zhi cried and scolded.

"Okay, okay, I'll take care of it, I'll take care of it. Don't cry. Let's go and take care of it quickly." Regardless of An Jing and the others, Gong Juechen and Ye Zhi returned to the drug store.

At this time, Qiao Shouye hurried over. When he saw the body on the ground, he exclaimed: "Jiang Feisheng!"

Only then did Jing Jing and Xiao Changyi realize that the person Gong Juechen killed was Jiang Feisheng.

"General, did you kill Jiang Feisheng?" Qiao Shouye looked admiring. You know, Jiang Feisheng is the best master of Chilin and the most loyal to Emperor Chilin.

Anyway, he, Qiao Shouye, couldn't beat Jiang Feisheng.

That's why he just asked Jing Jing to talk to Xiao Changyi, asking Xiao Changyi to be careful.

Xiao Changyi said nothing, just looking at the two silver needles nailed to the wooden pillars of the house next to them. The silver needles were still stained with blood.

And these two silver needles passed through Jiang Feisheng's throat and were still firmly nailed to the wooden pillar. With Gong Juechen's skill, maybe he might not be his opponent.

There were many soldiers who came with Jing Jing and Xiao Changyi, and there was no way to hide the fact that Gong Juechen killed Jiang Feisheng.

This made Xiao Changyi look a little ugly.

Without talking to Qiao Shouye, Xiao Changyi turned around and left.

All Xiao Changyi's worries came true. Jing Jing knew that Xiao Changyi felt uncomfortable, and she herself felt uncomfortable, but she didn't say anything and followed Xiao Changyi.

Qiao Shouye looked confused. He didn't know what Xiao Changyi and Jing Jing meant.

One of the young generals stepped forward and said: "General Qiao, this man was not killed by the general, but by the palace army doctor."

Qiao Shouye looked like "Don't lie to me." Military Doctor Gong obviously didn't know any martial arts.