Feminine world Feng Qingcheng

Chapter 229 Tire inflation
Mo Zicheng sighed slightly, and sat on the stool, but the pain in his body became more and more severe.

I saw him pick up the silver Fusheng inlaid with gemstones, put Fusheng to his mouth with trembling fingertips, the flute score that he remembered so well in the past is now intermittent, and he can barely make a note, and he can't play it again. Blowing, shortness of breath, unable to gather internal strength, and the pain in the body is deepening.

Mo Zicheng held on to Fusheng tightly, and the current Fusheng has no other use in his opinion.

There are more and more people in black. Even though the people brought by Qingyan and Xuanyue have three heads and six arms, they are still outnumbered.

Mo Zicheng used Fusheng to block the silver sword of the man in black who was coming towards him, barely killing the man in black.

They were clearly at a disadvantage. Those men in black had obviously been specially trained to strike hard and ruthlessly without showing any mercy.

It seemed that the person behind these men in black was going to consume their energy and drag them to death.

Xuan Yue was fighting with three people, and one of them's long sword cut through Xuan Yue's sleeve, and traces of blood were printed.

The man in black is so fast that people can only defend, not attack.

Xuan Yue was struggling for a while.

On the other hand, Qingyan seemed to be a little more comfortable, and with a pick of the long sword, Xuanyue was pulled out from the encirclement of the three of them.

After a while, dozens of men in black surrounded him.

"I came here today to take the life of this Mo Zicheng, and the rest of the people all get out of the way, otherwise the sword will have no eyes!"

One of the men in black's silver sword flashed countless sword flowers, dazzled the eyes of several people, Xuan Yue was beaten back a few steps, and covered her chest.

Qingyan hastily protected him, and started fighting with the man in black, stabbing him to death with the sword within a moment.

The hidden guards that Qingyan brought in had also been trained, and more than half of them were killed or injured at this time, and the enemy was not much better.

And Mo Zicheng was also attacked at this time, after finishing one of them, the other charged straight up with a sword in hand, the silver-white cold light hit Mo Zicheng's face, and Mo Zicheng's face was already pale.

Xuan Yue turned around and stabbed the man in black with his long sword who was about to stab Mo Zicheng, and pierced the man in black with one sword.

The strong smell of blood spread in the room, Mo Zicheng's face was pale, biting his lip to block the sound of vomiting that he was about to blurt out.

The body felt extremely uncomfortable, and it rolled over and over again.

It turns out that moving the fetus is just as fatal!

Even though she was injured, Xuan Yue still injected her internal energy into Mo Zicheng's body.

He knew he was gasping.

Mo Zicheng tightly protected his stomach, he could feel the child slowly leaving.

This feeling made him feel like suffocating pain.

Absorbing Xuanyue's internal energy, she also worked hard to keep the child in her womb.

When he was pulled up by Xuan Yue, a little blood was already printed on his body, Mo Zicheng frowned, if this continues, this child will definitely leave him!

No, he wants to keep him!

Thinking of this, a force from nowhere supported him to pick up the flute in his hand and put it to his mouth.

The sound note was blown out, and from the melodious flute sound, one could hear the fierce murderous aura mixed together.

"Block your ears."

Qingyan hastily exclaimed.

In an instant, the long swords of the men in black slammed on the ground, screaming everywhere.

I saw them covering their chests with their hands one by one, blood dripped from the corners of their mouths, and they fell to the ground in an instant.

Both Qingyan and Xuanyue were taken aback.

This flute is really well-deserved of its reputation, no wonder those people in the martial arts yearn for it, it is really amazingly powerful, even if Mo Zicheng is pregnant, it is so powerful when played.

For a while, the smell of blood spread in the room, and the last note was played, and Mo Zicheng's strength was exhausted, and he sat on the round stool as if he had collapsed.

"My lord!!"

Qingyan and Xuanyue's exclamation sounded at the same time, and the two hurried forward to hug Mo Zicheng.

Mo Zicheng Juechen's face was as pale as paper, and even his lips had lost their color. He raised his thin lips with trembling fingers, "Help, help, my child."

After speaking, his eyes went dark, and he fainted in Qingyan's arms.

"Wang Jun Wang Jun? Xuan Yue quickly took out the medicine in his arms."

The medicine given by the former Lord of Dust Valley last time has not been taken yet, but now it can save the fetus' life.

If the prince comes back, will he even have the urge to kill her?

Worried and anxious appeared on Qingyan's face, he hugged Mo Zicheng and put him on the bed.

Xuan Yue also took out a bottle of medicine from the blue coat in Mo Zicheng's cloak, poured out two pills in a hurry, fed it into Mo Zicheng's lips, and lifted his jaw to let him eat it together. Only then did he use his internal force to catalyze the pill.

After a long time, Qingyan stopped exercising and wiped the fine sweat from his forehead with his hands, and the slightly frowning brows calmed down.

"Will Wang Jun be all right?"

Seeing that Qingyan had stopped practicing, Xuan Yue hurried to her side.

Qingyan nodded slightly, "Wipe Wang Jun's body and change clothes!"

Xuan Yue responded, and Xuan Yue also stood up and walked towards the door.

It seems that today's matter has to be reported to the master, the master's guess is indeed right, there is indeed someone who wants to kill Wang Jun.

(End of this chapter)