Golden Age Of Phoenix: Tyrant’s First Class Virtuous Imperial Concubine

Oops!

The two people did not speak, and they were about to catch her when they stretched out their big hands. Nan Yan's hand touched a teacup on the table behind, and threw it at them forcefully. One of them leaned back and clashed, and the cup fell on it. It broke on the ground.

Nan Yan rushed up immediately, trying to rush out of this room.

However, as soon as he rushed to the door, another person reached out and grabbed her arm and dragged her back.

"Let go of me, let go!"

Nan Yan yelled vigorously, but the yard was too desolate. Her voice only reverberated between the walls. Although it was loud, no one else could hear it.

She was dragged hard by the man, and she was thrown into the corner fiercely.

In the chaos, she saw the two people rushing up, and one of them quickly put the rope around her neck and squeezed.

"Do not--"

Her voice was abruptly blocked, and the two of them didn't make a sound from start to finish. One strangled her behind her back, while the other restrained her hands to prevent her from struggling.

Nan Yan struggled desperately, kicking both legs, kicking the stool in front of him, but the rope around her neck became tighter and tighter, and she couldn't breathe at all, and her neck bone was almost broken. .

Is it going to die here?

Only these words reverberated in her mind, but her consciousness became more and more blurred, and her kicking legs gradually lost their strength. She was choking and was about to close her eyes.

At this moment, a familiar voice suddenly came from the door——

"What are you doing?!"

As soon as this sentence sounded, it was like a thunder in this room full of death breath, the hand of the person behind it was obviously loosened, and the person holding his hands immediately released his hands. , Got up and walked towards the door.

Nan Yan felt a burst of air rush into her nose, and she immediately choked her to cough, but the person behind him noticed it and immediately tightened the rope again.

The urgency of death surged again.

However, at that moment, Nan Yan regained a bit of sanity. She wiped the ground with her free hands, and she touched a sharp object.

It was a fragment of a teacup that was just thrown over and shattered.

She squeezed the shard and waved her backhand forcefully.

"what!"

"what!"

The screams of two people sounded in the room at the same time. It was the two masked eunuchs. The ropes were loosened. Nan Yan hurriedly turned his head and saw the man holding his forehead and retreating, with blood flowing between his fingers. .

On the other side, the **** was hit hard against the wall.

The two looked at each other, turned around and jumped out.

The man behind had to follow, but he only chased it a few steps out, after thinking about it, then stopped, walked to the corner to help Nan Yan, and said, "Si Nanyan, Sinanyan, are you okay?"

Nan Yan's lungs and liver was coughing painfully for a long time before she managed to relieve her breath. He raised his head and looked at the delicate face in front of him that was slightly cold but very concerned, and said, "Xiaoyu, I'm fine."

The person who came was not someone else, but Ran Xiaoyu.

She hurriedly stretched out her hand to tear off the rope from Nan Yan's neck, leaving a deep purple-red blood on her slender and white neck.

Ran Xiaoyu frowned and said, "What's the matter, why is someone trying to kill you?"