Chapter 161

Mr. Shi Da was very embarrassed. His gray clothes, which had always been spotless, were now stained with blood, his left hand had been destroyed, and several cuts had been made between his chest and abdomen. Although Yan San was injured more seriously than him, he was already afraid, while Yan San was more brave than he was, and the situation became very delicate.

The battle on the deck has slowly stopped, and the private soldiers of the Xie family have almost been wiped out. Mr. Shi glanced at it, and his heart is even more bottomless. This is above the sea, not on land. If he can't fight on land, he will run away. Yan San will definitely not catch up with him after fighting lightness skills, but this is the vast sea. Although he is powerful, Mr. Shi is not as good as crossing the river with a reed.

His mind flickered a little, and Yan San approached him again. With a sword, he opened a blood hole in his abdomen.

"Ah!" Mr. Shi Da screamed, grabbed the short sword in his stomach, and the soft sword slashed down.

Yan San didn't hide, let the soft sword cut a blood hole between his chest and abdomen, and another short sword had been inserted into Mr. Shi's chest.

Both of them fell off the mast at the same time.

When he was about to fall to the water, Yan San used his last strength to pull Mr. Shi away, pulled out his double swords, and then fell into the water.

Ding Dong pulled a mast rope and jumped into the water. The sea water had been dyed bright red. Ding Dong shook his head, pulled out the surrounding bodies and dived, grabbed Yan San's hand, and then looked at Mr. Shi, who had sunk, and surfaced.

The captain's room was in chaos.

Ding Dong didn't go in. He went to Fang nianyuan and said, "Captain Fang, this ship is going to sink them, and you can't let others know."

Fang nianyuan nodded. The two Xie's ships were aimed at Ling Qingyu. If he sent the news back to Dazhou, it would be a trouble. Now all the people and ships were destroyed, and there was a typhoon, so no one knew what was going on.

The route they took this time was quite far away from the land, and was blown off the route by the typhoon, which was even farther away from the land. There was a deep trench below here, and the ship sank, and no one could be found.

Fang nianyuan led people to gather the bodies of the two ships in the cabin, while Ding Dong took the sailors to dig holes and let the whole ship sink into the deep trench.

"Qingyu!" Yan San shouted and fiercely opened his eyes.

"Don't move, don't move!" Stonework hurriedly pressed him and said, "how can you wake up at this time!" You should be in a coma for three or five days after such a serious injury. How can you wake up as soon as you bring it in? Then why are you in a coma?

Yan San waved his hand, rolled over and went to the inner room, staggering away.

Ling Qingyu lay quietly on the bed, with a bandage wrapped on her chest. Yan's three feet softened, knelt in front of the bed and asked, "how is she?"

"Alas, fortunately, she is immune to all poisons. Although the poison on the arrow is deadly, it does no harm to her. Although the wound is a little deep, it is no longer life-threatening." Stonework road.

"That's good." Yan San showed a shallow smile and fell askew at the head of her bed.

"Move it back quickly! This is really a fatal injury!" The stone roared hurriedly. Shadow thirteen and shadow nine hurriedly moved Yan San back to the bed outside.

The sharp pain in his chest made Ling Qingyu frown and slowly open his eyes. He vaguely remembered the arrow flying in the rain and the severe pain when pulling it. The pain now is lighter than that at that time.

Ling Qingyu blinked and slowly adapted to the indoor light.

"Come on! Hold him!" The sound of the stone suddenly rang out, making Ling Qingyu look sideways. This is her bedroom. The bedroom door is still shaking slightly, as if someone had just gone out.

"Why is it like this? Doctor Shi, didn't you say that the wounds have been sewn up?!" Yan Qi's voice was filled with anxiety and anger.

"Has he been poisoned before?!" There was also anxiety in the stone's voice, saying, "press that side down for me, and it all burst!"

"He was hit... Burning his heart and breaking his bones..." Yan Qi's voice sounded low.

Yan San? Ling Qingyu moved, and a sharp pain came from her chest. She bit her teeth, and Ling Qingyu got up. It's all right. I can't help the pain.

Holding the wall, Ling Qingyu moved to the door. From the half open door, he could just see the people on the bed outside.

If it could be counted as human, the wounds of his whole body, I don't know how many, opened huge mouths, and blood spurted out of it. His body was constantly convulsing, and every shaking brought greater blood spurts.

"Why didn't you say that earlier? The thing of burning hearts and bones is deadly!" The stone roared, his face pale, and his hand holding the needle trembled so that he didn't know where to start.

"Yan San?" Ling Qingyu called softly, always feeling that everything in front of him was not true. Why did Yan San become like this?

"In charge?!" People outside found Ling Qingyu standing at the door. Ying shisan, who was standing outside, rushed to hold her.

"Yan San?" With the power of Ying shisan, Ling Qingyu walked to the bedside. There was already a sea of blood on the bedside, and the blood flow from it dyed her underwear red.

Yan San's face was no longer bloody, his eyes were closed, and his body was constantly convulsed. The closed wound on the front body seemed to divide the human body, and the spurting blood flow seemed to dry the blood flow in his body in the next second.

"Not afraid, not afraid, Yan San," hurriedly took out the small cloth bag from his neck, and Ling Qingyu poured out the red fruit with trembling hands, regardless of how many, and stuffed it into his mouth.

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"Stonework, help!" Yan San's teeth were so tight that Ling Qingyu couldn't help shouting.

Yan Qi gripped Yan San's jaw with his hands and opened his teeth. Ling Qingyu poured the red fruit in. Seeing that he didn't realize he swallowed it, he leaned over and kissed it, pushing the red fruit into his throat with his tongue.

The fruit went down his throat. Under the eyes of everyone, Yan San seemed to have a light on his body, and then those wounds slowly stopped blooming.

"Come on!" Shi Fang quickly picked up the sewing needle and quickly sewed up the biggest wounds. As he sewed, Yan Qi poured the powder on the wound without money as he said.

Dozens of wounds, large and small, were all sewed up, and the stone also sat on the chair, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and said, "if you can survive this night, as long as you can survive this night."

"In charge!" Shadow thirteen hugged Ling Qingyu's soft body and called out with worry.

"Go in and lie down. What a mess! If something happens again, will you let someone live?" Stone roared at Ling Qingyu, and then remembered that if she hadn't woken up at this time to take out the divine fruit, he wouldn't know that Yan San would surely die. Then he softened his voice and said, "your injury is not light, so you must have a good rest."

"Yan San, put it in." Her chest really hurt so much that she couldn't say a word.

"Hey." Shi Fang sighed and said, "when you're ready, ask Yan Qi to send it in." This night is Pinyan San's willpower. I'm afraid Ling Qingyu will wake up faster next to him.

Seeing Ling Qingyu nodding, Ying shisan picked her up and carefully sent her back to the inner bed.

"Thirteen, injury, others, people." Ling Qingyu can only say word by word, and her eyebrows are tight with pain.

"We're all right. Some people were injured in Fang Xiaowei, and Dr. Shi took care of it. Don't worry, no one was killed." Shadow thirteen replied, seeing that she was relieved, her hand gently wiped the sweat on her forehead, and said, "you have a rest."

Yan Qi cleaned Yan San's body, put on clean clothes, and then held people to Ling Qingyu.

Holding Yan San's hand, Ling Qingyu slowly closed her eyes. With such a toss, she also reached the limit.

Let Ying shisan keep by, and Yan Qi retreated out.

Fang nianyuan was leaning against the railing outside, his skirt was open, and the bandages on his abdomen and arms were exposed.

"The head of the family is fine for the time being. Yan San wants to see if he can survive this evening." Yan Qi also leaned against the railing, rubbed his forehead and said.

"What do you ask that man to do in the Jianghu? He's very good?" Fang nianyuan looked at the sea in the distance and asked.

"You say Mr. Shi? Mr. Shi of soul chasing arrow, ranking eighth in the Jianghu." Yan Qi said with a faint smile, "killing us can be a unilateral massacre for Mr. Shi Da." He always thought that his martial arts were just a little worse than Yan San, but now he realized that they were much worse than Yan San. Yan San had dozens of large and small wounds on his body. The wound from his left chest to his lower abdomen was even more amazing, but none of them were behind, all in front. No matter how serious the wound was, he didn't step back. Yan Qi knew he couldn't do it in this way of fighting.

"We should feel lucky? The battle between Yan San and Mr. Shi Da is not what ordinary people can see?" Fang Nian goes a long way.

"Did you see it?"

"No." Fang nianyuan shook his head, not to mention that the two people were so fast that only shadows were left. At that time, there was no spare time to look at it, but 600 people rushed across.

"I'll go with you." Silence for a while, Yan Qi said.

"What?"

"Didn't you tell Ding Dong that if you send the master to Lingjia village for cultivation, you will be a pirate and kill all the Xie family's ships? I'm going too." Yan Qi Dao.

"Good!"

That night, Shi Fang and Yan Qi stayed in the captain's room together. At midnight, Yan San had a high fever.

Ling Qingyu was awakened by the heat of his body around him. Seeing Yan Qi constantly changing towels to cool him, she wanted to get up.

"Don't move!" Shi Fang stopped her, poured alcohol into a towel and asked Yan Qi to wipe his acupoints.

Ling Qingyu held Yan San's hand and whispered in his ear, "Yan San, if you can hold on, you can hold on."

"Qingyu...?" Yan San's mouth overflowed with a whisper.

"Yes, I am." Ling Qingyu said in his ear.

The tightly held hand moved slightly, and a smile appeared at the corner of Yan San's mouth.

"It should survive." Seeing Yan San's expression, Shi Fang finally breathed a sigh of relief. This pair is really not worry.

Hearing Shi Fang's words and holding the hot hand, Ling Qingyu fell asleep again, which seemed to be her body's self-protection instinct. Once she was too tired or injured, she would fall asleep without being controlled by reason.