Noble First Daughter-in-law

Chapter 1120 A Familiar Voice
At this moment, compared to Xiao Yuansui's worry, Wo Xue, who was sitting behind Yuwen Ye, was even more frightened.

Unlike the enemies in front, although she was sitting behind Yuwen Ye, her tall body seemed to block all dangers, but at such a close distance she could clearly smell the increasingly strong smell of blood on Yuwen Ye's body, and she could also see clearly that one of Yuwen Ye's hands was completely stained with blood.

His wound was still bleeding.

His wound must have been torn apart when he just cut off that arrow!

Although the spear didn't seriously injure him, how could the injured Yuwen Ye resist so many enemies at this time? How could he resist Hua Ziying's second arrow?
But, it's too late!

Just when Wo Xue was extremely anxious, the arrow had already flown over and turned into a cold star in front of their eyes!
When Yuwen Ye cut off the first arrow, his hand, which was raised high, suddenly dropped down. Although the movement was slower than when he cut off the first arrow just now, there was still a crisp sound of "clang". The arrow hit the blade directly, and a cold light flashed. The arrow suddenly bounced back and fell obliquely into the reeds on the side.

"Your Highness!"

Wo Xue felt as if her chest was about to explode from the violent heartbeat and she couldn't help but let out a low cry.

For a moment, the entire wilderness fell silent. All people could hear was the whistling cold wind, the rushing river in the distance, and everyone's pounding heartbeats. Then, there was Yuwen Ye's rapid and heavy breathing, which sounded like a drum hitting Woxue's heart hard.

The second arrow was blocked again!

However, she felt more clearly that Yuwen Ye's movements were much slower than before, so the second arrow was not cut off, but bounced off the blade. Yuwen Ye's hand holding the knife dropped down, and his arm, which was usually as solid as a rock, was trembling slightly at this time. Blood once again soaked his clothes, and once again flowed down his hand and dripped onto the ground drop by drop.

With such injuries, there is no way he can resist the third arrow, let alone Xiao Yuansui and his subordinates!
Wo Xue had completely lost her ability to remain calm at this time. She even wanted to get off her horse and use her own skills to carve out a bloody path for Yuwen Ye, but as soon as she moved, her body immediately froze.

Not only did she feel her old wounds being torn apart, but more importantly, Hua Ziying in front of her raised his hand again, pulled out the last arrow from the quiver behind him, and then slowly pulled the bow.

This time, he seemed to calm down.

Although the second arrow was also blocked by Yuwen Ye, the failure again did not make him more angry. From pinching the tail of the arrow, to pulling out the arrow, to stringing the bow, and then aiming at the person in front, he performed every action very carefully. He was no longer as resentful as before, so much so that his hands were shaking so much that they didn't seem like his own. The failed arrow he shot seemed to have lost something in him that shouldn't have been there.

Now he calmly pointed the cold light from his fingertips at the person standing in front of him in the cold wind.

Yuwen Ye's breathing gradually became heavy.

It was not the first time that he had been pointed at by arrows. In fact, it was not uncommon for him to continue to kill enemies on the battlefield even after being hit by several arrows. But this was the first time that he was really forced into a desperate situation, but he did not have the courage to just give it his all and kill as he had in the past.

Because he couldn't help but think about Shang Ruyi who was still trapped in Xiao Yuansui's camp.

He still couldn't rescue her tonight. Having come this far, he didn't want to fight to the death. Even if it was dangerous, he had to be fully prepared, because he was no longer the lonely Yuwen Ye in the past. He was now the high and mighty Prince Qin of the Great Sheng Dynasty, and he was only one step away from the position he wanted. More importantly,

He also wanted to rescue that person alive and continue walking hand in hand with her.

Thinking of this, Yuwen Ye endured the severe pain in his shoulder as if it would break at any time, and once again tightly clenched the Mo Dao in his hand. Then, he clearly heard the sound of the wound on his shoulder being torn apart, and blood gushed out, flowing slowly down along his hand, and then dripping onto the ground drop by drop.

The sound, like the beating of a drum, resounded in his ears.

Seeing Hua Ziying calm down and smelling the bloody smell gradually becoming clearer in the wind, Xiao Yuansui seemed to sense something. He looked calmly and indifferently at Yuwen Ye's figure, which was about to blend into the night. He listened to his heavy breathing, which was like the sound of a drum. He said, "Maybe, I can spare your life."

"..."

"As long as you surrender."

"..."

"In this way, maybe you can still live to see her - she is really important to you, isn't she?"

He spoke the last few words with an exceptionally cold and sharp tone, not even gentler than the poem he wrote to Lu Xiao. He himself was a little confused as to whether he wanted to capture Yuwen Ye alive without bloodshed, or let Hua Ziying end the life of his old enemy with a single arrow, or to force him to give himself a decent blow.

If that's the case, what will happen to Shang Ruyi?
At this moment, his mind suddenly became inexplicably confused.

It seemed that this disorder also disturbed him. His breathing and heartbeat gradually became heavy, just like Yuwen Ye's rapid breathing, which vibrated his eardrums like the sound of drums. For a moment, he seemed to be unable to hear any other sounds, and it seemed as if the whole world, this quiet night, was shocked by the sound of drums.

Gradually, he felt something was wrong.

The people around seemed to have heard the rumbling sound as well, and they couldn't help but look around. Only Hua Ziying remained calm in his hands, with a cold light pointed fixedly at Yuwen Ye's brows, as if he was just waiting for an order, or as if he was just waiting for a certain moment to take down his biggest enemy.

But even so, he could hear the noises around him.

It was not his heartbeat, nor was it Yuwen Ye's breathing, nor was it the gradually panicked and low voices of questioning from the people around them, but there was a real sound approaching them, as if the ground was shaking.

what happened?

Just as Xiao Yuansui and his men, even Yuwen Ye could not help but frown and look up, they saw behind them, in the dark night, a clear sound of horse hooves gradually came, the wind was disturbed, and it rushed towards them like a sword blade. In the wind, a familiar, somewhat childish voice shouted: "Charge!"