My lord, your letter of divorce has been dropped

Chapter 102

At the critical moment, a group of masked men in dark purple robes descended from the sky. They were well-trained and divided into two groups. They rushed directly into the crowd and stood at the designated place, directing them to evacuate. Soon the bustling crowd lined up in an orderly manner. Evacuate to a safe place on the shore, and the other way is to come directly to Ying Yichen, quickly help him to the back of the crowd, nod to Qingfeng and join the battle with a sword.

The assassins were all very skilled in martial arts, agile in stature, and able to strike horizontally and vertically with big knives. However, the support troops were slightly better at cooperating. A dozen or so people quickly divided into groups of four, protecting Ying Yichen, who had been stabbed in the abdomen, in the middle. Seeing someone supporting Qingfeng, he no longer has any worries, holding the sword to secretly raise his inner strength, and instilling it into the sharp blade of the long sword. The long sword flashed a cold light, and his slender and tall figure with an afterimage rushed to the forefront of the fighting crowd like a god.

On the other side, the masked man who rescued Hua Rumo from the river was also besieged by assassins. His cold eyes were mixed with anger, and his sharp cold eyes stared at Ying Yichen, who was covering his abdomen and his robe was stained with blood. He gritted his teeth, hugged Flowers bloom like ink, both feet kick the ground vigorously, with agility and fast footwork, taking advantage of the gap between the opponent's pincers, performing light kung fu and flying a few hundred meters away, and then the figure quickly disappeared into a dark forest, and then Can't find it either.

"The man is injured! You can't run far! Search carefully!" The assassins didn't intend to give up, and the flying figure flew quickly among the towering ancient trees with lush branches and leaves.

When the leader gave an order, several people carried big knives, their tall and burly figures concealed the posture of a dragon, and searched in a fan-shaped encirclement and zigzag line.

The man in the mask raised his internal strength secretly, and wanted to continue to perform lightness kung fu, but his body felt a numbness of pain. Then he remembered that the poison had not been resolved a while ago, and he could not use his internal strength rashly. In desperation, he had no choice but to tighten the woman's slender waist. The figures of the two were hidden in the dark green of the luxuriant branches and leaves. They held their breath, narrowed their indifferent icy eyes, and carefully stared at the few people who were gradually approaching.

Hua Rumo's head was dizzy, her delicate cheeks were aching from the biting cold wind, all the fear of being on the verge of death hit her now, her body trembled uncontrollably, it was unknown whether it was because of the cold or fear.

Sensing the uneasiness of the person in his arms, the man in the mask lowered his eyes to the woman in his arms, and met a pair of black ink eyes that were as clear and penetrating as glass.

The woman's three thousand blue silks were wetted by the river water, and at this time they were wet and scattered in strands behind her head. Cold water droplets rolled down her winding long hair. After a while, the bedding became damp. There was an abnormal paleness, the thick eyelashes drooped, and there were crystal drops of water hanging on them. When I raised my eyes, the watery eyes flashed, maybe they were bloody from being choked by the river water, and the petal-like thin lips gently Trembling, delicate but not embarrassed, there is no trace of ugliness in the helplessness.

Ruan Yuxiang leaned softly against her chest, her hair was filled with the unique woman's fragrance mixed with the humid air of the river, and exhaled the scent of Ruolan's wine, Ying Yihan hadn't even touched a drop of wine, but at this moment she felt a little drunk .

The powerful arms tightened subconsciously, but the clothes of the two of them were wet, and the night in this early autumn was as cold as water, and it was frighteningly cold.

The assassins who searched gradually went away, Hua Rumo's brain became more and more muddled, and fell into the icy river. At this time, he was wrapped in thick bedding, and the alternation of cold and heat made his mind more dizzy. Outlined the man's silver mask reflecting the bright candle flame, as if he had seen it somewhere but couldn't remember where it was.

(End of this chapter)