Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

"So yes, father married?"

"..."

Most afraid of the air suddenly quiet.

These two extremely lethal words broke Yan Ce's nerves in an instant, and his expression was extremely stiff. He lowered his voice and tried his best to restrain the urge to shout, and gritted his teeth:

"Father, do I look like a ghost/father?"

Although most of the time, Miss Lingshi couldn't understand the specific vocabulary of the teenager, but she could keep up with Yan Ce's channel by connecting with the context.

"Ha ha."

Her gaze was full of contempt.

Yan Ce's mood suddenly became very ugly. A hard-working, brave, and compassionate boss, how could he become a ghost/father who wants to attack his goddaughter.

To be reasonable, my reputation is so bad, there must be a reason for you, a wicked woman.

Under the moonlight, the exhausted national martyrs and nobles arrived at the State Guest House, and were placed by Miss Ling Shi in a section close to the corridor on the left. The staff of the State Guest House from inside to outside belonged to King Baiyue, not that General Blue River, it's a little safer, don't be overly defensive.

The woman dragged Yan Ce into the room regardless of everyone's strange gazes. The faces of the national martyrs were very strange, and the teenagers, except for the heartbroken Gongsun, all showed tacit smiles.

After the boys and girls outside the room left, Miss Lingshi raised her eyes and glanced at Yan Ce, then threw the black blood-stained top hidden in the package into the brazier and burned it.

"Stop pretending, take off your shirt and change your dressing," she said.

"Um……"

Yan Ce nodded, heaving a sigh of relief, Tai Ah was placed beside the bed, leaning against the corner of the wall, his expression not very good.

He took off the clean top he was wearing, revealing layers of blood-soaked gauze on the inside.

"It's troublesome."

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Time rewinds to dusk.

At the foot of the mountain, the sun is setting to the west.

It was as if seeing death-like eyes focused on the young man walking slowly with his sword. The elite ambush soldiers who were about to go up the mountain to support them charged at the moment when the clouds covered the sun. The sunken terrain was very suitable for the elite team to ambush. Trouble, for example, a sword beheaded an officer, and Yan Ce, who was bathed in blood, had his black shirt soaked in blood.

The young man was so angry that he didn't let go of any harsh words or persuade him to surrender, and rushed forward without hesitation.The terrain here is controlled by one person, and it is impossible to retreat like a sharp sword that tears the sky. Perhaps it is the inspiration that flashes away in the dream, and the amazing will is like a flame, burning wantonly.

gallop!sideways!Block!

Within five steps, a sword slashed obliquely!

The sword marks slashed, as if time stopped flowing, blood spattered in an instant, and the boy in the straight path retreated from the spot with the hilt in his hand. When the soldiers were shocked by his unparalleled physical fitness, the combat experience of the unparalleled assassin was brought into play in this second. At the limit, without extra movements, Tai Ah's flickering beautiful sword light trajectory, its speed is almost to the point of being irresistible, and the blood light flashes.

But the strength of the young man is decreasing, and his dark eyes ruthlessly swept across this army that lost several elite troops in just a short moment. The explosive power in an instant made the troops with superior numbers intimidating, but the superiority in numbers would wipe out everything, no matter how Yan Ce used it After all, it is unrealistic to destroy them with skills. With such thoughts, they give up their fear, retreat or escape, which is tantamount to death, so charge forward!

Facing the calm elites, this dark god of death stepped forward without hesitation, more like a beast that gave everything to the fighting instinct, no longer thinking about the next strategy, holding the sword in both hands, facing the raised short soldiers The collision and vibration almost made both sides of the battle lose their hands. The young man was forced to take a step back, deftly parrying the long swords hacked by others, and jumped back a few steps to avoid the attack range.

Amazing fighting experience.

Under the boy's overwhelming combat experience, their confidence began to dissipate, did they miss a single hit?No, no, even if the superiority in numbers evened out the difference in personal force, a gash opened on the boy's right chest, blood soaked out, but the color of the blood was covered by the black cloth.The elite looked at this distinguished young man of the royal family, one of the figures who stood at the apex of this era. His epic was fortunate to be passed down in Baiyue, but no one wanted to be the skeleton under his feet.

Yan Ce's physical strength was running out, and the elite decisively chose to trade his life for injuries, and his extremely exquisite martial arts could not completely resist the violent suicide attack, and he was facing an army alone.

A spirit as strong as an entity overcomes the fragile flesh of a human being.

The rapidly dissipating physical strength stopped flowing for a short time, there was no gap, no weakness.

Not retreating, not avoiding, the sword dance flickered.

The unpretentious hand-to-hand combat resumed, and the collision of sword blades between the foothills continued to sound.

Until the complete silence fell, the stage of the mountain of corpses and the river of blood decided the only winner.

Under the setting sun, there was only one boy who could stand up.

Yan Ce rested his hands on Tai Ah, and blood beads slid down the edge of the sword along his fingertips.

While breathing, he unexpectedly saw the woman whom he deliberately paid for.

Yan Ce was stunned for a moment, puzzled and said, "It's not that we can split up to save people, you went to another mountain, why did you come back?"

"It hurts...so much."

She walked up to the boy and frowned.

Yan Ce said quickly: "There are ambushes here, which means I've found the right one. The Warlords must be on the mountain."

"I brought some gauze."

"The weapons of this group of soldiers belong to the elite category. It seems that it is difficult for them to persist."

"As for the hemostatic herbs, there are a few plants by the foot of the mountain just now. If you don't have enough, you can use them in an emergency. Raise your arms and prepare to bandage them."

She took out the gauze and tore off the appropriate length with her teeth.

This fucking is talking about chicken and duck, you talk about yours, I talk about mine, they are not on the same channel at all!

"..."

After a long silence, Yan Ce laughed while bathing in the afterglow of the setting sun.