Chapter 88： Search (1)

"Ah-" Yimei couldn't help but lose her face and opened her mouth for help.

Nangong Yu is not the case. In the previous life, she went all the way from the princess to the queen. It was not smooth sailing. She had suffered dozens of assassinations before and after, and her mentality was not comparable to ordinary women. She calmed down quickly and whispered to Yimei: "Don't speak."

The appalled Mei immediately snorted, and the driver outside felt the same, and asked quickly: "Three girls, girl Yimei, are you all right?"

Nangong Ai gave Yimei a soothing look and said softly, "Tell him we're fine."

Yimei's face was as pale as paper, but she took a deep breath and calmed down, "Uncle Laifu, the three girls are fine." Her voice was still a little trembling, but it was not clear in the slightly bumpy carriage.

The masked boy's deep eyes stared at them both with a flash of surprise in his eyes.

The black cloak in the arm of the boy exuded a faint **** smell. As a healer, Nangong Yan was extremely keen and could not help frowning. She took a silver needle out of her arms and plunged decisively into the opponent's hole to stop the bleeding.

This silver needle has been used for the first time since it succeeded. I did not expect it to be used on a thief of unknown origin, or to stop bleeding for him!

The masked boy froze. He thought that Nangong Yu and her daughter-in-law were just ordinary weak women, but he didn't want Nangong Yu to take such a quick shot. He hadn't responded yet, and the master had been shot ...

"what are you doing?"

The teenager's dark eyes became darker and sharper, and the cold sword-shaped sword pointed at Nangong's throat immediately, but was stopped by a weak voice: "Little Four ... Don't ..."

"My son, how are you?" The boy looked eagerly at the black cloak.

The black cape barely stood up, and the cap of the cap fell down. It was a young boy of seventeen or eighteen years old. He looked very handsome, his facial features were as perfect as the masterpiece of heaven, but his face was white and green, and he looked dead Even breathing is extremely weak. If you don't look closely, you almost think he has stopped breathing. His right hand was half exposed from under the cloak, and he saw the ten fingers withered, black nails, and deformed knuckles.

Even more alarming was that his exposed face and neck were covered with scars that had just scabbed, and it seemed really shocking.

The sick boy said hard: "Primary 4, this ... girl kindly helped me stop bleeding!"

Hearing that, instead of letting out a sigh of relief, the teenager looked at Nangong Yu more alertly.

Just that shot, if she wants to kill the son, and the place to be is dead, then ...

The young man's dark eyes became darker and sharper, like a sharp sword, and he wanted to pierce Nangong. "Why did you help my son stop bleeding?"

If Nangong is weak, she may be dazed, but after all, she is Nangong, looking at each other without fear, and slowly saying: "The **** smell on your son-in-law is very heavy." !! Although she didn't know why the masked boy and his master were hunted down by Jin Yiwei, since Jin Yiwei went out, he would never give up easily, that is to say, Jin Yiwei would probably catch up to search their carriages. The smell of blood permeated the whole compartment, and even if they were gone, she would not be able to tell her innocence ... otherwise, she was not a bad person, so why stop bleeding to an unknown thief!

The young boy thought for a moment. The sick boy laughed and said sincerely, "Thank you."