Exploding favorite poisonous concubine: it is difficult for a black-bellied emperor to chase his wif

Chapter 119 She Can't Die With One Sword

But the only thing she was relieved about was that Feng Yunjue didn't push her out.

"Qingchen, you stand here, I'll come with these people." Feng Yunjue withdrew his hand, his handsome face showed no emotion at this time, Jiang Yiyi was so close that she could clearly feel the pain on Feng Yunjue's body. Killing intent.

Even if she wanted to do it at this time, there was nothing she could do, because she had nothing in her hand, and in front of these people who knew both martial arts and light martial arts, she was just a waste!
Damn it, why can't Jiang Qingchen practice spiritual power, without that thing as a foundation, no matter how hard she tries to learn the kung fu here, she can only learn a little superficiality, which is completely useless.

Jiang Yiyi saw the dark red color in Feng Yunjue's waist and abdomen, and frowned. The wound was split open. If the wound continued like this, the thread would burst sooner or later. At that time, it would be inevitable to have another stitch, and the stitch would be aimed at her. It's a trivial matter, but to Feng Yunjue...

Feng Yunhuang, that ugly, handsome guy who persecutes her so much, she won't make him feel good.

"Your Highness Sixth, be careful!" the dark guard yelled while trying to shake off the assassin in front of him, the sixth prince is in danger!
When the dark guard made his voice, Jiang Yiyi could see that Feng Yunjue was in a bad situation, and attacked back and forth. Because of the split wound, Feng Yunjue's movements seemed a little stiff, not as flexible as before.

Seeing the sword piercing Feng Yunjue's back, Jiang Yiyi gritted his teeth and rushed over. If he swung the sword, she would not be able to die if he avoided the critical point.

"Master!" The little drug boy cried out in a shrill voice, the sword pierced through the chest of the master, the face of the little drug boy was instantly pale with fright, there was a voice crying in his heart, the master was about to die...

Big and big tears crawled all over his cheeks in an instant, and he stumbled out with small steps, and he fell countless times along the way.

Jiang Yiyi held tightly the blade of the sword that was exposed outside her chest with one hand, and the blood dripped down the ground from her hand. She seemed to be in no pain, with a bloodthirsty sneer on the corner of her mouth. In comparison, it's nothing at all.

Seeing the sneer at the corner of Jiang Yiyi's mouth, the assassin couldn't help but shiver. Who is this little girl?Suddenly, a bag of white powder was sprinkled in front of him.

Until his death, he didn't want to understand who this little girl was and how he died.

Seeing the man fell to the ground, Jiang Yi let out the breath he was holding on to, and all the strength in his body disappeared immediately, and he was about to fall to the ground as soon as his body weakened.

Fortunately, Feng Yunjue supported her in time, and Jiang Yiyi asked feebly, "Is that person dead?"

"They're all dead." Feng Yunjue's beautiful face was pale due to excessive blood loss, but his expression was filled with indelible worry. When his eyes fell on the sword on Jiang Qingchen's chest, Feng Yunjue frowned.

"Master, wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow Tears, that heartbroken appearance made Jiang Yi's heart ache when he heard it.

"Sixth prince, please help me to that stone. My wound needs to be treated in time." Hearing this, the little drug boy stopped crying and looked at Jiang Yiyi eagerly, "Master, are you It’s not that there is still salvation, you won’t die, right!”

"If you keep blocking my front, maybe I'm going to die." Jiang Yiyi's voice was weak, but she articulated clearly. If she didn't have the sword stuck in her body, no one would be there if she just listened to her words. Think she's badly hurt.

So the little drug boy heard Jiang Yiyi's words, raised his hand and wiped away the tears on his face, and smiled happily, "Master, I will help you."

Jiang Yiyi sat on the rock, nodded lightly, and said, "Okay."

"Qingchen, just tell me what you need." Feng Yunjue frowned when he saw Jiang Qingchen's red clothes on his chest and the dazzling sword. Although Jiang Qingchen didn't say anything, but He knew she was in pain, worse than the wound in his abdomen.

"Sixth Prince, if possible, I hope you can avoid it. My wound needs to be undressed." As soon as she said the words, she saw an unnatural blush flash across Feng Yunjue's face, and she smiled. He continued: "Bring your hidden guards, don't let anyone come over, I'm still a big girl, I don't want to be seen by others."

She wanted to say these words in a joking manner, but she paused a few times and stuttered, the wound really hurt...

Jiang Yiyi gritted his teeth, and said again: "Sixth Prince, hurry up, I don't have much strength left."

"Then he..." Feng Yunjue glanced at the little drug boy at Jiang Qingchen's feet.

"He's just a child, and he will become a doctor like me in the future. There's nothing wrong with a patient's body." In her eyes, Tongtong is just a child who doesn't understand anything, regardless of gender.

Feng Yun never said anything, glanced at the little Yaotong, turned and left, he had nothing to say to those who could help Qingchen.

"Tongtong, listen to me when I pull out the sword on my body, you must press my wound quickly." Jiang Yiyi was ready to use something later, watching the little drug boy seriously explain .

"Master, master, I understand." Seeing the big bloodstain on Jiang Yiyi's chest, the little drug boy's tears flowed down again.

"Don't cry if you know, Master is not dead yet." After Jiang Yiyi finished speaking, he drew the sword from his chest in one breath.

The moment Xue Biao came out, the little drug boy quickly pressed Jiang Yiyi's chest, "Master, what should I do next?" The little drug boy was so anxious that sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Hold it for a while, and then I'll do it myself." Jiang Yi said as he sprinkled the hemostatic powder on his chest, but the blood still had no intention of stopping, and the powder on his chest was washed away by her blood.

Seeing this scene, the little drug boy's eyes were red again, he bit his lip to keep himself from crying.

"Master, press your wound, and I can help you stop the bleeding." If the bleeding doesn't stop, Master will really die.

Jiang Yiben wanted to tell him not to make trouble, but seeing Tongtong's tightly pursed lips and serious and firm eyes, she swallowed back the words that came to her lips.

There is someone who cares about her so much, so why not give it a try, let alone this person is her apprentice.

Jiang Yiyi raised his hand and slowly pressed the wound. As soon as the little drug boy withdrew his hand, he picked up the sword on the ground. Under Jiang Yiyi's puzzled gaze, he cut himself open without hesitation. wrist.

"Tongtong, you..."

"Master, don't talk. I discovered this by accident not long ago. My blood seems to be different from ordinary people." onto Jiang Yiyi's chest.

Soon, Jiang Yiyi discovered that her bleeding had been stopped, and the little drug boy's wound was beginning to heal. Seeing that he was about to pick up the sword on the ground and cut his wrist again, Jiang Yiyi raised his hand and snatched it away. He picked up the sword and said, "No need."

(End of this chapter)