Yan Le did not close his eyes obediently and did not choose to retreat.

She came out of his arms, and then swept her eyes sharply to the seven people, and said coldly: "Mu Lingyi, this is my own business, I'll handle it myself, you go and help my cousin." ”

She pushed him decisively, then looked at the seven people, and said slowly: "The grievances of the eight of us have no shame on others, you let him leave." ”

One of the women listened to Yan Le's words, and a cold voice came from under the black cloth covering her face.

"Yan Le, today there are eight of us in a duel, and you pick seven of us alone, how about it?"

Mu Lingyi stood in place, he insisted on staying by Yan Le's side to protect her, regardless of Liang Qiheng's back.

"I'm not leaving, I'm not going to put you in danger." How could he watch his Yan'er suffer from the enemy on his back, and possibly let his Yan'er fall into the killing she feared the most. Mu Lingyi looked at the seven people fiercely, and wanted to kill them directly, so that Yan Le could win directly without a fight.

"Mu Lingyi, you've really become annoying." Yan Le snorted in annoyance, and then ignored him, and directly jumped out of the encirclement of seven people and led them elsewhere.

Mu Lingyi didn't expect his protection of her to be exchanged for a word of annoyance from her, and she was stunned and didn't know how to feel, but as soon as Yan Le left, someone took advantage of Mu Lingyi's defenselessness and slid from behind him to his waist, cutting his clothes and even his flesh and blood, making blood overflow in an instant.

Mu Lingyi dodged too slowly, and was stabbed by the sharp short sword like that.

But when he felt the piercing pain, he instantly remembered his Yan'er, and she was also facing such a danger. His eyes were instantly shrouded in darkness that he couldn't see clearly, and then he snatched the short sword of the person who attacked him, doubled the counterattack, and then drove the killer to death.

Yan Le didn't say a word more to the seven of them, and went directly into the fight.

With one against seven, even if she often wins in the competition of ten people, she is no match for facing seven people at once.

Extremely fast, she was forced to retreat again and again, she wanted to ask Mu Lingyi or Liang Qiheng in the distance for help, but found that a person with a knife had already fallen towards her and was about to fall.

Feng Nian was helpless, helplessly looking at the scene in front of him, running out from behind the tree, blocking the sharp blade.

Feng Nian's inner thoughts after fainting at the end were: The gains outweigh the losses.

He felt ridiculous to himself, when did he become so great, and did this stupidest thing as a means. The plan he had just now was at most to make a show and say a few words that made Yan Le move Mu Lingyi.

Unexpectedly, I really put myself on it.

Yan Le held Feng Nian's fallen body, watching his back be cut open, and his eyes were red with blood.

She let him lean to the side, then stared at the seven men fiercely, and instantly jumped up and struck the man in the chest.

She used all her strength, with the ten years that Yan Mo gave her.

A palm hit the woman's heart, causing the meridians of her whole body to be shattered, and the woman died while a mouthful of blood spurted out of her mouth.

And Yan Le fell down with her, let go of the short sword in his hand and took it directly in time, and then attacked the other six women who still didn't stop.

After Mu Lingyi broke through the siege, he finally saw Yan Le's figure intertwined with people in the distance, and she was dressed in plain clothes and dyed red. The anxiety in his heart was exaggerated, and he walked towards her very quickly, seeing her bright eyes on weekdays, but at this time there was only ruthlessness.

Mu Lingyi's heart froze, and he looked at a woman on the ground who had died, and next to the woman was a corpse?

Could it be that her ruthlessness is because of the closure of the year?

But once, her ruthlessness was absolutely because of herself.

Mu Lingyi suddenly felt that the bleeding wound on her waist was no longer painful, because the damage she imposed on her heart was a hundred or a thousand times more painful than this.

He didn't think much of it and stepped forward to help her.

It's just that as soon as he arrived, the six women who were cut by her decisive blade quickly retreated, and even fled.

Yan Le watched the six people leave, relieved, she thought - if she continues to entangle, the next one to lie down must be herself.

When she turned around, she saw Mu Lingyi coming towards her covered in blood, and her pupils dilated instantly.

Mu Lingyi made eye contact with her, and found that she was actually worried about herself. He was glad and happy that his Yan'er was back and was going to care about himself.

And before Yan Le really walked into him, Liang Qiheng intercepted in front of her, and he was also covered in blood.

"Lingxi, are you okay? This blood belongs to someone else, right! Liang Qiheng asked her nervously, he waited for her answer, and prayed to God that this blood must not be hers.

"It's not mine, it's stained, cousin, too?" Yan Le looked at him in a bloody suit, looked at Mu Lingyi, and prayed for him to be the same.

"We all are." Liang Qiheng deliberately turned sideways to block Mu Lingyi's figure, and then pretended to answer her easily.

Yan Le's heart finally let go, she was glad that her Ling Yi was not injured, not injured... That's great.

But wait a minute!

She woke up, hurriedly turned around, and walked towards Feng Nian, who was unconscious on the ground.

"Closed year! Seal the year! She lifted him up, then pressed her hands hard against his bleeding wound.

She knows this kind of move too well, and once she slides through, the continuous meridians will definitely make you see the bones.

Especially for people like Yu Fengnian, who have no martial arts at all, a knife is fatal.

Yan Le pulled out a hand with difficulty, groped for acupuncture points under Feng Nian's arm, and then pressed hard, slowing down the blood flow in his body.

Mu Lingyi felt that his strength was being drained little by little, not because he couldn't hold on, not because his blood was really running out, but because she never looked at herself and didn't ask herself.

In her eyes, there is only the safety of the new year from beginning to end.

Yan Le tore off the corners of his clothes to block Feng Nian's wounds, and then pulled out his own clothes belt and tied it, making a simple bandage for his wounds. She was holding herself on her much weaker body, trying to hunch him on her back.

Mu Lingyi was stunned in place, watching her treat Feng Nian in an orderly manner, and then wanted to carry him on her thin shoulders, he really couldn't bear it.

He stepped forward to pull her away, and then carried the unconscious Feng Nian to his shoulder.

But before she could lift her feet, she spoke nervously: "Ling Yi, don't carry him like this, his wounds will be stretched." ”

Mu Lingyi's heart stopped, and then his movements became mechanical, transferring Feng Nian to his back, and then carrying him on his back to meet Liang Qiheng, who was inspecting the horses.

He was also injured, and it was worse than him, and his wounds were cracked, and he was not in his body.

His blood was stopped by her, but her own blood kept flowing.

But this careful Yan Er didn't find anything wrong with her at all.

Not at all, she devoted herself to Feng Nian.

There is no place for himself in his eyes.

Liang Qiheng pulled the only surviving horse from the ground and wanted to help Yan Le get on the horse, his idea was like this.

"Lingxi, I'll take you to hurry first, and then I'll bring someone back to save them." He felt that those who had escaped could come back at any time. Mu Lingyi and that year of sealing are not important, the most important thing is Lingxi's life.

"No, cousin, it's better for you to go first, the three of us will wait for you, so that we can take care of each other." Yan Le was not worried about leaving Mu Lingyi and Feng Nian, who was injured and unconscious, here, she was worried that those people would turn back and make Ling Yi also injured.

She had to be by his side to feel at ease.

"There is a post station five miles to the south, and we can all rush over with light work." Mu Lingyi felt that the scene of Liang Qiheng and Yan Le's mutual shirk was as if people who had feelings for each other were worried about each other.

He felt that it was very eye-catching.

So when the words fell, he directly made a leap and went to which station.

And Liang Qiheng also found that this post station was going in a direction farther away from the capital, but seeing that it was a post station recognized by the government, he was also relieved, glad that this was not Mu Lingyi's camp.

The post station Xiao Er watched four bloody people come to the door, one of them looked like a dead corpse, and he was so shocked that he wanted to close the door and not accept the guests.

Yan Le ignored Xiao Er's desire to reject them, and directly kicked open the door that was half-closed, and then went towards the room on the second floor.

"Hot water, clean cloths, and some clean clothes, hurry up!" Yan Le coldly ordered to the other Xiao Er who came out of the room.

Mu Lingyi's face was already so pale, he was bleeding all the way, he had to quickly unload the burden on his body, otherwise he would not die in Feng Nian, he would die of blood.

He followed Yan Le into a room, and then threw Feng Nian on the bed.

"Be careful, there's no doctor here, so you can't make his injuries worse." Yan Le watched Mu Lingyi rudely throw Feng Nian onto the bed, and quickly turned his body over to prevent his wounds from pressing under him.

Mu Lingyi watched Yan Le squatting in front of the bed, taking care of Feng Nian's back carefully, and his heart was even more uncomfortable than his body. He looked down at the bloody hole in his waist.

Silently exited the house.

He walked straight into an unoccupied room, and then let his wounds, his condition, deteriorate.

He fell into a groggy sleep.

After Liang Qiheng met with the shopkeeper of the post station, the treatment of the four people seemed to rise to the highest level.

He revealed his identity as a prince, and asked the shopkeeper to try his best to find medicine, doctors, and clothes, and then go to the official to pick them up.

With Xiao Er's cooperation, Yan Le cut off all the clothes on Feng Nian's upper body, then washed his wounds with water, and then applied the gold sore medicine that Xiao Er tried his best to find.

Finally, the bandages were fastened, and she was relieved.

She sat in front of his bed, looked at him unconscious, and resented in her heart!

This year, it would be too stupid to not be a hero without martial arts.

A person who practices martial arts recovers in ten days, and his weak body gets twenty days!

Delay!

Wouldn't it be nice not to push yourself away? Help yourself block! Foolish! What if you really die!

She was so angry that she really didn't have the strength to open her eyes at all, and fell asleep against the head of his bed.

And Mu Lingyi fell asleep for a while and was woken up by the heat.

He touched his sweaty forehead and found himself burning, and if he didn't treat his wounds, he might really die.

He staggered out of the house, and when he passed the room with the door open, he saw that Yan Le's embarrassed bloody clothes had not been changed, and she was still standing in front of the bed of Feng Nian, not leaving an inch.