Wild Malicious Consort: Good For Nothing Ninth Miss

The stranger shrunk her pupils and wanted to rush out, but she was blocked back by the fire tongue. All the windows in the house were sealed. This time, she really had no way out.

Smoke rolled down, her eyes smoked dry, tears fell, even with her hands over her mouth and nose, coughing constantly.

The man in black was about to turn around and leave. He had just turned around. His neck was suddenly bursting with blood from the dagger's cavity and his body fell down.

Under the smoke fire, the stranger saw Yan Beicheng standing in front of the black man falling down, the blood on the dagger in his hand dropped, and his face, which was not good, had no half expression, but deep as a fountain eyes caged with deep and deep anger, holding the dagger's back full of blues.

“Back up.” He shouted to the stranger and kicked the body of the man in black directly, smashing it open with his torso with something that had fallen off the roof, such as a beam that had already begun to burn black.

Then, as soon as his body was plundered, he entered the house and held the flowers in his arms.

When strange flowers were trapped inside, the smoky tears streaming water eyes were rated on the face of Yan Beicheng. At the same time as the heart shook violently, a warm flow slowly flowed from the atrium through the limbs of the carcass, whilst the silent rapid jump.

No one has ever been so good to her in her previous life, but she must be spared her life.

She could clearly feel Yanbeicheng holding her iron arm trembling slightly, her eyes spreading with a touch of pain and heartache uncontrollably.

Smoke is too thick for strangers to notice.

At this time, the flames outside the house had burned again, the way out was sealed again, but Yanbeicheng did not panic, holding on to the flowers on the stranger, kicking the body of the black man who had been stained with a few flames again, clearing out some of the road, he hurriedly hugged the stranger and ran out.

He finally reached the door position, but suddenly dropped a flaming beam under his head. Yan Beicheng's eyes changed sharply. He threw strange flowers directly out of the house, but he couldn't escape. He was severely smashed in the shoulder and spit out a bite of blood.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly, and the dagger had blocked most of the force of the beam.

When the stranger stood steady, he saw the scene, his pupils contracted sharply, and rushed forward to help Yan Beicheng out, extinguishing the tiny flame on his shoulder.

The fighting in the courtyard is over. The guards lift water to put out the fire. The people feel the love of strangers and help along.

And Qin Lin kept holding them to death. Qin Ya, who went in, refused to let them see the flowers on the stranger. He also rushed to the past, kneeling with red eyes. As for Zhang Huang, he had long gone somewhere.

The stranger didn't care about these. He grabbed Yan Beicheng's sleeve and looked at his pale face. For the first time, his calm face changed. "Quickly, get the carriage ready. I'll give it to you. I'll go back to the pavilion with the king first. ”

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The wound on Yanbeicheng's shoulder was not too serious, it was just a large piece of purple and swollen. It was also a serious internal injury.

The stranger's eyes looked sophisticated at the stranger's purple and blue wounds. It took him a long time to force himself not to think about these. Bright white fingers gently pulled up the slightly cool ointment over and over again to apply them to him.