On the wedding night, Concubine Doctor took two cute treasures and blew up the palace

Chapter 887 He is the father
She was still too young. She just learned some skills from others' martial arts training and had never actually been on the battlefield. How could she kill the enemy and defend herself? !

Moreover, this wave of assassins is coming with great force. They are obviously not simple things. They are obviously powerful!

The elite soldiers not far away also turned pale with fright, "Princess Princess, no!"

Little Steamed Dumpling adjusted his posture, his face turned pale, but his eyes were firm, "I can do it, you don't have to worry about me! Let's get rid of them quickly!"

When the assassins saw Little Steamed Dumpling, their eyes changed instantly, and they all attacked Little Steamed Dumpling, as if their target was her.

Little Steamed Dumpling raised his hand and used his best move to attack the assassin, but because he was not strong enough, he was grabbed by the whip and pulled hard.

She was frightened and wanted to let go, but when she saw another fierce-looking man in black coming out from the side, she suddenly panicked.

In the carriage, Nan Wanyan and several children almost stopped breathing when they saw this scene, "Nan Zhi!"

Fortunately, Nan Wanyan shot an arrow decisively and hit the person holding the whip of Little Steamed Dumpling, which allowed Little Steamed Dumpling to stabilize his center of gravity.

"Hold on to me!" At this critical moment, Mo Yan stepped forward to block Xiao Zhan Dumpling's sword and held Xiao Zhan Dumpling's hand.

His eyes were fierce and full of murderous intent, and the anger between his brows was beyond words. He dared to touch his child!

He held a sword in one hand to defend against the enemy and escorted the little girl back to the carriage.

But the assassins rushed towards them one after another as if they didn't care about their lives, and they released hidden arrows from time to time, and they were all aimed at small steamed dumplings.

Mo Yan's eyes were cold and his murderous intent was strong. Little Steamed Dumpling didn't know what he did. He turned the long sword in his hand again and again, but not a single arrow hit her body. However, the attacking assassin hit her hard with a big knife. Aim and chop at her.

"Mo Yan!" Little Steamed Dumpling exclaimed, swung the whip and went out, but missed.

Mo Yan shook off the steamed dumplings and threw them onto the carriage, "Be careful not to drop them."

The little steamed dumpling used the force and landed firmly on the carriage, but Mo Yan's arm suddenly hurt. As if he didn't feel anything, he kicked the assassin, and the man flew far away. He hit a tree trunk and died.

Immediately afterwards, he glanced at all the assassins in front of the carriage with extremely cold eyes, as if looking at dead corpses, and rushed over with his sword!
Nan Wanyan immediately grabbed Little Steamed Dumpling's hand and took her into the carriage, "Are you crazy? Sit tight for me!"

Little Steamed Dumpling's eyes suddenly turned red, and he clutched the whip tightly, "Mother, Mo Yan seems to be injured. He, when he was trying to protect me and throw me away, his arm seemed to have been cut!"

"What?!" Nan Wanyan's expression changed. Looking out from the carriage, only half of Mo Yan's figure could be seen. Little Baozi also frowned. An An and Nao Nao couldn't help but panic, and tears rolled out of their eyes. "Who is Mr. Mo Yan..."

Soon, the situation was under control. Some of the elite soldiers were chasing the assassins who fired hidden arrows, and some formed a circle around the carriage to maintain martial law.

Feng Yang and Yun Heng had also broken through the men in black and hurried towards Nan Wanyan and the others. They only saw corpses on the ground and looked horrified.

Looking at Mo Yan again, he was holding a sword in one hand, half-kneeling on the ground, breathing heavily.

Yun Heng saw Mo Yan's arm bleeding at a glance, and was immediately horrified and worried, "Mo Yan!" The two came to the carriage to guard him. Mo Yan's face was pale and shameless, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He looked at Looking over the carriage, his vision was extremely blurry, so blurry that he could only see a familiar figure getting off the carriage, and he couldn't hold on any longer and fainted on the ground.

Nan Wanyan got off the carriage and looked solemn when he saw this, "Yun Heng, Feng Yang, please stay alive!"

Yun Heng and Feng Yang looked serious: "Yes, princess!"

Nan Wanyan looked at the small steamed dumplings and buns that were coming down, "Help me help him into the carriage, An'an, Nao Nao, you guys sit down beside me obediently, don't cry, don't make a fuss, mother needs to help Mo Yan deal with it." Wound."

"Okay." An An stared at the wound on Mo Yan's left upper arm and sobbed softly, but she was extremely well-behaved.

The little steamed dumplings and the little buns quickly helped Nan Wanyan and brought Mo Yan into the car. One of the little girls was handing out the medicine, and the other, together with Nan Wanyan, tore off Mo Yan's clothes near the wound.

"Little Baozi, give me the white bottle."

"Little steamed dumplings, just press wherever mother tells you to."

The two sisters were very cooperative, and neither of them said a word. They just helped Nan Wanyan do things quickly, but Xiao Zhanjiao's eyes were filled with deep self-blame and regret.

Outside the car, Yun Heng had captured the only remaining survivor. After ensuring that he had no way of committing suicide, he handed him over to elite soldiers for strict guarding.

He and Feng Yang were outside the car, but they couldn't see Mo Yan's condition. He was worried to death. After all, it was...

Now, he can only leave everything to Nan Wanyan.

After all, the Queen has great medical skills, so there must be no problem!
But when Nan Wanyan opened Mo Yan's clothes to clean his wound, she frowned deeply, her eyes full of doubts. The wound was not deep and not poisonous, so how could he pass out?

She put her hand on Mo Yan's pulse, and suddenly her expression was shaken, her eyes full of surprise and disbelief.

Why was he hurt so badly? !This is definitely not an injury that can be caused by this assassination!

Nan Wanyan stared at Mo Yan in disbelief, but without saying anything, she sprinkled styptic powder and anti-infection medicine on his wounds.

I had secretly read medical books before, so Xiao Zhanjiao knew that Nan Wanyan would have to bandage the wound after completing this step.

She hurriedly looked around for something that could be used to bandage it, and finally her eyes fell on the cloth wristband tied to Mo Yan's right wrist.

The little steamed dumpling took off the wrist guard three times, and when he was about to hand it to Nan Wanyan, he suddenly saw the hideous scar on Mo Yan's right wrist.

The scar was very deep, intricate and horrifyingly extending upwards. She had only seen the exact same scar on one person!

Little Steamed Dumpling's face suddenly changed, and tears rolled out of his moist eyes, "Father..."

(End of this chapter)