Iron Cross Fire

Hu....

After a while, Nalan Wushuang woke up and saw Timur and others in front of him. He was shocked: "Who... who are you? What are you going to do?"

While speaking, Nalan Wushuang shrank back and instinctively grabbed the long sword on his body.

"Girl!"

Seeing her reaction, Timur quickly raised his hands and comforted her in a gentle tone: "Don't be nervous, we are not bad people. Just now I saw you floating in the river and you were injured, so I rescued you."

As he said, Timur couldn't help asking: "Where are you from, girl? Did you encounter bandits?"

Timur was very righteous. Seeing Nalan Wushuang, a weak woman, he felt pity and wanted to help her to the end and escort her home.

"I..."

Hearing the question, Nalan Wushuang frowned slightly, trying to think about everything that happened before, but her mind was blank and she couldn't remember anything.

"Who am I..." Nalan Wushuang's headache increased as he thought about it, and he also remembered in his heart: "Why am I here?"

Yes, Nalan Wushuang was injured by a palm strike from Prince Aotian before, and then soaked in the river for several hours, and he had lost his memory. He completely forgot who he was and where he came from?

This.....

Seeing this situation, Timur was stunned.

The dozen or so Rakshasa warriors behind him also looked at each other, not knowing what to do for a while.

Soon, Timur reacted and asked: "Girl, do you remember how you fell into the water?" If this girl has lost her memory, it will be troublesome.

Even if I want to help, I can't contact her family.

"I..." Nalan Wushuang bit his lips tightly, his eyes full of confusion: "I forgot."

Timur sighed, and seeing her helpless appearance, he was about to comfort her.

Buzz!

However, at this moment, a strong breath wave erupted from a distance. Instantly, Timur instinctively protected Nalan Wushuang behind him, and then turned his head to look with more than a dozen Rakshasa warriors.

They saw a figure rushing towards the river bank a hundred meters away.

It was a heroic man wearing a dark green robe, showing his dignity and extraordinaryness, but his face was filled with murderous aura, and his eyes were flashing with a frightening light.

It was Prince Aotian who had been searching all the way.

Swish!

At this moment, Prince Aotian's eyes swept across the crowd and locked onto Nalan Wushuang, with a hint of coldness at the corner of his mouth: "Stinky girl, you are lucky, but it's a pity that you still fell into my hands in the end?"

After chasing along the river for more than two hours, Prince Aotian was very impatient. When he saw Nalan Wushuang at this time, he couldn't restrain himself.

Buzz!

As the last word fell, Prince Aotian's figure burst out, and he came only for Nalan Wushuang. At this moment, Prince Aotian just wanted to kill Nalan Wushuang as soon as possible and then return to Wudang.

As for the people of the Rakshasa tribe such as Timur, Prince Aotian did not take them seriously at all.

Seeing Prince Aotian burst out and feeling the murderous intent on him, Nalan Wushuang's delicate body trembled, her delicate face turned pale in an instant, and she was panicked.

"Wait."

At this moment, Timur frowned, and shouted at the time, stopping Prince Aotian: "Your Excellency, please speak slowly. There is no need to kill a girl, right?"

The voice was not loud, but righteous.

Hmm?

Prince Aotian was stunned for a moment, his figure floated in the air, looking up and down at Timur, and said coldly: "Don't meddle in other people's business, get out. Otherwise, I will kill you too." The tone was arrogant and arrogant.

No wonder, Prince Aotian has integrated the internal force of the Seven Swords of Wudang and has successfully reshaped his soul, and he will not take these Jiuzhou practitioners seriously at all.

This person has a very arrogant tone.

Hearing this, Timur's face darkened.

Clang clang...

At the same time, more than a dozen Rakshasa warriors around also drew their scimitars and glared at Prince Aotian.

The purpose of the Rakshasa tribe is not to pick troubles, but once someone offends, they must respond with thundering means. They all felt that Prince Aotian in front of them was very powerful, but none of the dozen Rakshasa warriors backed down.

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