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People suddenly broke out in the house and behind the tree, and quickly surrounded them. The disciples who stood in the courtyard at the beginning also surrounded the encircling circle with them.

"This ... what's going on?" Luo Xi said with a trembling voice, pulling Yan Jing's clothes tightly.

"Remember to stand behind me." Yan Jing's words fell, and Bei Tangmu walked out from behind, raising his hands and raising his hands, and all the disciples attacked with swords.

"Master, let's go!" Three of the six guards opened the road at the weakest part of the encirclement. After the three broke off, they protected Yan Jing and Luoxi in the middle and slowly moved under the wall.

It was not until this time that Luoxi knew that he was really wrong. He really should not come with him and disembark with him.

The disciples of Beitang's family are very good and powerful. The sword tips are stabbing here. The guards and Yan Jing are fighting with these people. Only she stands behind Yan Jing and I don't know what to do. Someone stabbed her. , Also rely on Yan Jing to stop. Even if she couldn't tell the difference between the sword and the sword, she still saw Yan Jing nearly injured several times to protect her.

A burst of sharp blades cut the flesh, Luoxi looked up in shock, and saw a guard in front of him stabbed to the ground. The disciple of the Beitang family drew the sword from his chest, splashing blood.

With a hot face, Luoxi reached out his hand and touched it, but it was sticky blood in his hand. Realizing the direction in which blood was splattered, immediately went to see Yan Jing in front of him, just to see him cut across the neck of a disciple in the family of Beitang.

Wherever the scimitar went in his sleeve, there was a splash of blood, but the blood was not his.

The guards brought out by Yan Jing are all martial arts masters. With the power of six people, they stepped through the blockade of the disciples of the family of Beitang step by step and killed a blood path, gradually approaching the courtyard wall. Only when there was one under the wall of the courtyard, there was only one person left.

At the last moment, Bei Tangmu flew over, and his sword pointed directly at Luoxi.

Luo Xi watched his figure getting closer and closer, watching the tip of the sword getting closer and closer, and he stopped, he couldn't move, he couldn't think of anything ... This instant time was very fast, Yan Jing really flew To her front, she was okay, but she still heard a flesh and blood. She turned her head slowly, and saw that the sword in Bei Tangmu's right hand was sideways, but there was a short thorn in her left hand, and half of it had not entered Yan Jing's chest.

It turned out that Beitang Muming was a thorn drop in the river, but he actually had a short thorn in his left sleeve.

"... Yan ... Yan Jing, Yan Jing!" Luo Xi looked at everything in front of her like a dream, and immediately went to support him.

Hearing Luoxi's cry, Bei Tangmu's face was startled. It was at this time that the last guard chopped the knife towards Bei Tangmu, and Bei Tangmu pulled out the short thorn from Yan Jing's body and fled to escape.

Yan Jing clenched his teeth and held up Luoxi to leap up the courtyard wall. At the moment when he finally jumped down, Luoxi clearly saw the guard who gave them a chance to jump and fell under the sword of the disciple in the courtyard.

Yan Jing and Luo Xi escaped from the courtyard wall. The disciples in the courtyard were about to chase them, but they were stopped by the solemn Beitangmu.

Beyond the walls of the North Hall family courtyard, Yan Jing pulled Luoxi and ran quickly into the jungle.

I don't know how long I ran. It seemed to realize that there was no one behind him. Yan Jing finally lost his last energy and sat down under the tree.

Luoxi looked at the blood gurgling from his chest and cried out at a loss, "What should I do? What should I do now? How are you doing?"

Yan Jing gritted his teeth and didn't speak. Luoxi looked at the blood on his body and cried even more. He reached out his hands without fear and blocked the bleeding wound.

"Yan Jing, don't die ... don't die ... You tell me where to go, I help you go to the hospital, will we go to the doctor, OK? I help you, I help you ..." Luoxi said To help him up, she realized that his body was really heavy, and she couldn't even support it easily.

Yan Jing looked at her, reached out to wipe the tears on her face, and murmured: "If I die ... would you be sad?"

"No, I don't want you to die, don't die ... don't die ..." Luo Xi held him tightly, and then he found that his hand was loose, his wounds were bleeding out again, and then he reached out and blocked That wound. As the blood in his body overflowed through the cracks of her finger that had been stained with blood, the tears raged even more.

"What should I do ... Yan Jing ... Don't die, don't die ..." Luo Xi's face was full of tears, and he went down the chin and fell on Yan Jing.

Yan Jing looked at her motionlessly, with a soft and ethereal tone, "I thought, you are also looking forward to my death, I know that you hate me, hate me forcibly marrying you, hate me for letting you and Han ..."

"I don't hate you, I don't hate you ..." Luoxi plunged into his arms, arms tight around his waist, tears mixed with the blood on his chest, "I don't hate you, don't want you to die, I want you to live , You said you would take me to Jiangnan to play, you must not die ... if you do n’t die, I ’ll give you a baby, no matter how many children you have, you ca n’t die, you ca n’t die ... "

There seemed to be a trace of Yan Jing laughter in her sobbing cry, and she looked up and saw that he really laughed.

"At this time, how do you remember having a baby ..."

Luoxi immediately said: "I know you want a child, if you don't die, I'll give birth to you, if you don't die, you will be passed on from generation to generation, and you won't be allowed to die if you want a child!"

Yan Jing smiled again. Although he was a little weak, he laughed really, very tenderly and very nicely. It made Luoxi's heart ache again, and the tears were wet all over his eyes instantly, crying again: "Don't die ... ... I beg you, do n’t die ... "

Yan Jing was powerless as he worked to untie his belt: "I didn't say I was going to die, I really wanted a child, and I wouldn't die."

Luoxi looked at his movements, and could not believe that he still had such thoughts at this time, "You ... you want ..."

When she opened her eyes to see him speechless, Yan Jing said: "Help me untie my clothes and take out the wound medicine ..."

Luoxi froze for a while, and it took a while to react, and immediately went to untie his belt. "You have wound medicine? You have wound medicine? Is it okay if you take the medicine? You won't die, will you?"

After the belt was untied, two or three porcelain bottles rolled out from inside, and Luoxi immediately picked up the porcelain bottle in his hand.

Yan Jing handed the machete in her hand to her, "Take off my coat and cut a long cloth."

Luoxi immediately followed his words, but he didn't seem to be so weak all at once, and even loved to laugh, and even smiled when she saw her cut several times and accidentally cut the cloth.

Luoxi didn't find it funny, and he didn't know why he still laughed at her clumsy interest at this time, but he was doing things in his hands anxiously and anxiously. it is good.

"Slower, this knife is faster, don't cut your hand." Yan Jing actually let her slow down aside, which made her wish to take the time to roar him.

Finally, when the clothes were all broken, the cloth was cut, Yan Jing said: "Sprinkle all the medicine in the white bottle on my wound, and then wrap it with cloth."

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