Concubine forced marriage: Six-finger princess

Chapter 738 First Aid
After dozens of moves, he suddenly realized that they were trying to hold him back and delay time.He couldn't help but become even more anxious, thinking of a quick solution. At this moment, he had to rethink where the breakthrough point for the two of them was?
Judging from the previous sword moves, the sword skills of the two complement each other and protect each other, and he can't hurt them at all.

Looking at Leng Han's sharp eyes, Jiang Ruofei suddenly said, "Leng Han, you are no match for them. If they really want to kill you, you will die many times."

"My lord, I've offended you because of my lowly position." Leng Han never had the intention of admitting defeat, and continued to deal with the two shadows. For a moment, swords, lights, swords and shadows swung out, wiping out little sparks.

Jiang Ruofei watched quietly, and after a while, he walked out of the hall, inadvertently saw Jiang Ruofei's leaving back, yelled coldly, and continued to fight fiercely with the two shadows with all his strength.

The jingling sound was endless, standing in the corridor, listening quietly, looking up at the snowflakes, he seemed to see Rong'er's face hidden in the snowflakes.

Gritting his teeth, watching with piercing eyes, he clenched his fingers tightly one by one, and the veins on the back of his hands were raised, trying to suppress his burning worry for Rong'er.

After closing his eyes, his eyes became a little more peaceful, and he let go of his clenched fists, his face returned to calm, and he called out deeply from the bottom of his heart: Rong'er.

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The dazzling white snow, as a person walked slowly, the ground immediately left pieces of bright red petals.The petals fell to the ground, quickly solidified, and melted into the snow, leaving spots of scarlet, eye-catching.

"Rong'er, hold on, I'll go to the imperial physician to save you right away." The cold wind blew across his face, and the messy black hair covered his eyes, "Rong'er, hold on."

Her pale face seemed to be on the verge of becoming the same color as the snow, and his impatient heart was like an ant on a hot pot waiting for first aid, expecting someone to grant him divine power.

For example, a person with medical skills suddenly appeared, or a fast carriage appeared to take them into the city...

But there was nothing in front of him, only a piece of white snow.

Unconsciously, his eyes were red with anxiety, "Rong'er, you can't do anything, really you can't do anything!"

(End of this chapter)