Chapter 11 Chapter Eleven

He asked Qi Fang to support me, and stood up long. I watched him jump to the high platform in a daze, and everyone's eyes followed him involuntarily. Guo Erren made a false move, dodged Yoyo, flew into the air and tapped the dark man's shoulder, and flew towards Duan Yuerong. Duan Yuerong swung the Yanyue knife back to block Guo Erren. It arrived, but as soon as it reached the barrier, the whip tip was immediately scorched. I anxiously thought, this idiot Duan Yuerong, how powerful this enchantment is, you even gave me the silver armor of the silkworm, could it be that you want to beat your soul like you did in the previous life to be happy?

I shouted: "Yuerong come back soon." Duan Yuerong had just landed, turned her head just in time, blinked at me, and said wildly: "Don't be afraid, my concubine, I have Buddha's protection, I will definitely be fine." I looked at him angrily and anxiously, brother, no one will bless you when Lord Buddha blesses you! Sure enough, before he finished speaking, an incomparably powerful force swept towards him, and a black shadow flashed, but it was the masked dark man from the Yuan family who was holding a double hook and swiped towards Duan Yuerong. The white mask worn by this dark man is so familiar, I was secretly startled, Duan Yuerong swung his sword, and seeing the heads of the people fell to the ground, I exclaimed: "Yuerong stop, don't hurt the Yuan family again."

He snorted coldly, the peak of the knife was slightly wrong, the man's hair was cut off a few strands, but he immediately flew up a kick calmly, sweeping towards Duan Yuerong's lower body, at the same time the old man Zhang swung his long whip towards Duan Yuerong's neck, the two of them The action is like an old friend who has been friends for many years, and the cooperation is seamless, Duan Yuerong's complexion is tense, although his eyes have never panicked, but he has already put down the arrogance just now. "Why, before crossing the river, is the original family going to demolish the bridge?" Duan Yuerong said coldly.

"Hmph, both Zishang and His Majesty Saruer are from the original family, and I ask the prince to go back and don't get involved in this mess." Old man Zhang said coldly, but his subordinates were aggressive: "Just now it is clear that His Highness came first." Make a ruthless move, don't force us to first calculate the blood debt of Yongye's three-year massacre in Xi'an." In an instant, I suddenly realized that Duan Yuerong and the Yuan family were enemies and not friends, and it was life and death. Even if Duan Yuerong didn't kill the Yuan family, the Yuan family would try their best to kill Duan Yuerong. Blood was about to splatter all over his body, and Qi Fang behind him didn't know when, a figure flashed and blocked the white mask.

"It's really unexpected that Jingu Zhenren's closed disciple became Dali Duan's lackey?" The white mask's voice was hoarse and ugly, but my heart moved. I had heard this person's voice before, and my mind suddenly woke up. The voice is that pervert who loves to wear a white mask... Is it him, the master of the dark palace of the Yuan family many years ago? Unexpectedly, not only did he not die, but he even went out in person! "Fang is a wanderer, he doesn't care about the disputes in the chaotic world, but I hope my lady is safe." Qi Fang said coldly: "Now the enemy and we don't know, so I ask the good guys from the original family to bear with it."

The scene was chaotic, accompanied by Biying's painful cry, the smell of blood in the air became stronger, I turned around, but saw Biying holding her stomach and screaming, I'm afraid she's going to give birth, Saruer's wine pupil Also flustered: "Mu girl, what's wrong with you?" Biying's lower body began to bleed again, the cursed blood seemed to be tempted by something, and slowly gathered together, fatefully flowed to the lotus platform, I crawled over, separated Biying's legs, Saruer Grabbing my throat, he said coldly, "What do you want to do?"

I stared at him and said with difficulty, "I want to deliver her." Saruer snorted coldly and dumped me to the two brats, I held down Brother Yan and Chunlai who were about to rush over desperately: "It's important to save people." I crawled over and separated Biying's legs with trembling hands. My eyes were filled with blood, and I couldn't see clearly. Could this child be born?Obviously only more than six months! Can you survive even if you are born? I helped Biying gently support her lower abdomen, using the knowledge of pregnant women I saw in my previous life, and my experience of giving birth to ponies for a mare, I bravely went into battle.

She squeezed Saruer's hand violently and yelled, but Saruer's eyes couldn't stop watching the blood under Biying's body flow to the lotus platform, and then kept looking at Guoerren and Youyou. fight. A terrible feeling rose in my chest, and I was about to scold Saruel when I was startled to realize that someone had scratched the back of my hand. "Mujin, please save my child." Biying cried out in pain, holding my hand tightly, looking into my eyes and mourning: "Mujin, I want to go home, I want to take my child go home." "Okay, then you work harder, let's give birth to this child, go home together, and stay away from the Western Regions." I comforted, but Zishang on my chest became hot.

Biying bit her lip and let out a loud cry, a tiny head was exposed between her legs. At the same time, there was a loud bang, and the enchantment of the lotus platform emitted a strong light and bloomed again. Duan Yuerong jumped up, flew into the barrier like a falcon, grabbed the silver box, and flew out of the barrier. Just after leaving the barrier, the barrier closed with a bang. Duan Yuerong looked at the crowd triumphantly, as if just about to speak, the long whip had already been swung, and he pulled it back forcefully, like a tug of war, there was a moment of stalemate. Just as Duan Yuerong and old man Zhang were fighting with each other with internal strength, Saruer suddenly threw away Biying's hand, rushed forward with all his strength, and swung his palm vigorously.

To this day, I still can't describe the horror of Saruer's skill at that time. All the people present, hearing Saruer's long roar, felt a burst of depression in their chests, and they could hardly vomit blood. Duan Yuerong and old man Zhang were fighting their internal strength, but they were suddenly attacked by Saruer, and they each fell backwards, vomiting blood, and the silver box exploded in front of our eyes. Everyone stopped in shock at this moment, looking up at the exploded silver box.Looking forward to the bursting or appearance of the legendary Zishang... However, we saw countless fragments scattered above our heads, as if overnight, a heavy white snow fell in Broken Heart City, and all of us just stood there in a daze.

"What is this?" Duan Yuerong looked at the debris flying in the air with a sneer, "Is it Zishang or Zhishang?" I was trembling with all my thoughts, trembling on Biying and the baby. I bit off the baby's navel in a hurry, helped Biying clean up, and fed her some Xuezhi pills. "This child's vitality is so strong, and he will definitely make a difference in the future." I handed the child to Biying, who panted and leaned against me with tears in her eyes. Chunlai and Yange danced in the air and touched a relatively complete fragment, which seemed to be a page of book paper. Chunlai looked at it and couldn't help but read: "Dongfeng night...flowers, trees...stars are like rain. BMW carving car The road is full of incense. What... what is the dark fragrance. The crowd searched for him thousands of times. Looking back suddenly, what... what is there, in a dimly lit place." I raised my head suddenly, as if my heart had been hit hard. Chunlai raised his head and said stupidly: "Sir, this seems to be a poem, it's not some secret book, it's not some kind of rock, it seems that people have poked a lot of holes in these papers. Someone is playing tricks on us." Yange slapped Chunlai with Mao Lizi: "Idiot, what do you know? The more secret something is, the more you have to pretend to be ordinary." Ran over along the song, handed over the piece of paper, I held the yellowed piece of paper, tears welled up, my trembling hands could hardly hold Biying's child firmly. The red-haired boy by the Hibiscus Bay, with his big warm hand held by me, gently brushed towards the Huaxi poetry anthology, weeping willows fluttering, and we read the sapphire case together in the sun. When we finished reading, he grabbed it with his backhand. He held my hand, and said obsessively: "Mu girl, this poem is really well written, is it you who wrote it?"