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At that moment, the strong smell of blood hit her face, causing Feng Shuying to have the illusion that Jing Moye had killed Jing Shiyan for a moment.

She raised her head with some difficulty and looked at Jing Moye:

He was standing there with a dark face, holding a sword in his hand, and there was blood dripping from the tip of the sword.

Maybe it was because of the angle, but he looked extraordinarily tall at this time. The coldness and world-weariness in his eyebrows were intertwined, revealing the ultimate violence and coldness.

At that moment, Feng Shuying felt inexplicably that he was extremely world-weary and wanted to destroy the entire world.

Jing Moye like this made her feel afraid, and she wanted to stay away from him, even further away.

At this moment, Jing Shiyan's voice came: "Third brother, you are here! Woohoo, it's really great! We are saved!"

Feng Shuying: "..."

Only then did she realize that the blood that had been spilled on her face was not from Jing Shiyan, but from those men in black.

As soon as he arrived, he led the guards to deal with all the men in black.

As soon as he finished speaking, he got up from the ground and walked towards Jing Moye.

His eyes were full of admiration at this time, and if he had a tail, it might have been wagging crazily at this time.

Feng Shuying: "..."

With his looks like this, how did he become the male protagonist?
What about integrity?
Where is the male protagonist’s baggage?
Jing Moye ignored him and looked at Feng Shuying.

Jing Shiyan also came to his senses at this time, and he hurriedly said: "Third brother, don't get me wrong, someone just wanted to kill Miss Feng, and I didn't mean to offend her."

"I just think it's rare for Third Brother to be able to talk to Miss Feng. Third Brother has already lost seven fiancées before. I want to save Miss Feng's life."

Jing Moye still ignored her, but slowly walked up to Feng Shuying and said, "If you don't get up yet, are you reminiscing about something?"

Feng Shuying was still lying on the ground and didn't move. She looked at him in great pain and said, "When His Highness Prince Jin rushed over just now, my knee happened to hit a stone."

When she said this, she looked at Jing Moye pitifully and said, "My lord, it hurts so much!"

Jing Moye: "..."

Jing Shiyan stretched out his hand to scratch his head and said with some embarrassment: "The situation was too urgent just now, I didn't pay attention."

After he finished speaking, he whispered: "I'm sorry."

Feng Shuying's mood was a little uncomplicated, and she said: "It's okay, His Royal Highness Prince Jin just wanted to save me."

After she finished speaking, she said to Jing Moye: "Your Majesty, can you help me?"

Jing Moye stood there and looked at her coldly, showing no sign of moving.

Seeing his expression, Feng Shuying didn't dare to cry out about pain in front of him anymore.

After all, he had always been moody. Even if he couldn't kill her, giving her a knife would be enough for her to endure.

She glanced at him, then slowly straightened up her upper body with her hands on her hands, twisted her waist again, and sat on the ground with her buttocks.

She was afraid that Jing Moye would say that she lied to him, and she also wanted to know how serious the fall was when Jing Shiyan knocked her down just now.

She stretched out her hand and opened her trouser legs, revealing her snow-white calves.

Jing Shiyan subconsciously wanted to see her injuries, but Jing Moyan's cold gaze came over her, and he immediately turned around.

Jing Moye's eyes were dark, and his eyes fell on Feng Shuying again.

Feng Shuying was busy looking at her injuries at this time and didn't notice their little movements. She pulled up her trouser legs a little more.

The area up from the calf is covered in a large area of ​​black and blue.

On the piece of black green, there was a hole, and blood flowed out from it.

Feng Shuying looked at it, then tried to move, and found that although the injury looked scary, it probably didn't hurt the bones.

It's not a big deal if you don't hurt the bones. Just go back and apply some ointment. She felt relieved and was about to lower her trouser legs, but Jing Moye grabbed her calf.

She raised her eyes and looked at him, her eyes a little stunned, not knowing what he was going to do.

She asked: "Your Majesty, what's wrong?"

Jing Moye glanced at her sideways, pulled down her trouser legs to cover her calves, and then picked her up.

This was the second time he hugged her, but she was still not used to it, so she said, "It doesn't matter if it hurts, I can walk by myself."

Jing Moye looked at her wistfully and said, "Didn't you act coquettishly with me just now and say you were in pain?"

As soon as Feng Shuying saw his expression, she wanted to jump off him immediately and be thousands of miles away from him.

But she also knew that the expression he showed was because his patience had run out, and if she went against his will, he would probably pull out the knife directly.

She whispered: "It hurts a lot, but I can still walk on my own."

"I'm afraid that I'll tire you out, so why don't you put me down?"

Jing Moye gave her a cold look, and she immediately gave up her struggle: "Then thank you for your hard work, Your Majesty."

Jing Shiyan had turned around at this time. He looked at the two of them with shock in his eyes.

After all, in his heart, Jing Moye had never been lecherous. Even though he had had several fiancées, he never showed the slightest concern for his fiancées.

Not to mention holding someone like this.

Jing Moye acted as if he hadn't seen him, and walked forward with Feng Shuying in his arms.

But they stopped after taking a few steps, and a man wearing a bright red shirt stood in front of them.

The man was about in his early twenties, with a very feminine appearance, a pair of slender eyes, a high nose and thin lips. He held a fan in his hand and looked very elegant.

Feng Shuying could tell at just one glance that this man was ruthless and had many lives in his hands, and he was followed by several evil spirits.

It's just that he himself is full of yang fire, and those evil spirits can't do anything to him for the time being.

But as long as the Yang Fire in his body is a little smaller, these evil spirits may be able to tear him apart.

Summary: This is not a person who can live for a long time.

He smiled and said: "I haven't seen His Majesty King Chu for a long time. How are you doing?"

Jing Moye smiled back: "Master Lao is worried, I am very good."

As soon as Feng Shuying heard this, she knew that this man was the Nightless Marquis mentioned by Jing Shifeng just now.

She sighed in her heart, the two most difficult male characters in the book met.

When these two people meet like this, I don't know if they will fight.

She was in Jing Moye's arms, trying to reduce her presence as much as possible.

It's just that it's not enough for her to lower her sense of presence. She is held in Jing Moye's arms and is very eye-catching.

Hou Ye's eyes fell on Feng Shuying, and he raised his eyebrows slightly: "I heard before that the prince has another fiancée, is she her?"

Jing Moye did not answer his question and said directly: "Master Hou, are you very free today?"

Bu Yehou did not answer Jing Moye's question, and looked at Feng Shuying: "Little beauty, turn your head over and show me."

Feng Shuying: "..."

What he said was a bit frivolous, and she didn't like it.

Jing Moye didn't like it even more.

He asked her: "Can you stand on your own?"