C1055 The man who dared to touch my mother

Tuoba Xiong's face was full of shame, "I already sent people to chase after him, I must chase Sang Ji back."

"This is too difficult …"

Sang Luo pinched his temples and sighed, but didn't say anything.

"Send some people to block the route to the camps of the three armies, and kill him before he can rush to the campsite."

A trace of ruthlessness flashed past Sang Luo's eyes.

If only he had known earlier, he would not have spared Sang Ji's dog life. Now, he was giving him the chance to counterattack.

If he were to successfully reach the camp of the three armies, the Wang Ting that he had gone through great difficulty to seize would probably not be preserved.

After Sang Ji left, he brought Liu Ruo Qing and a few other secret guards to Yu Zhou. Yu Zhou was to the east of overlying water, over that mountain, next to the overlying water, where the army was garrisoned.

Fringe City wasn't too far away from the State of Yu, but on the night they set out to leave, there were over a hundred black-clothed men embedded in their inn, wanting to kill them.

"Yan Yuan, be careful!"

Looking at the dazzling sword light in front of her, other than telling him to be careful, there was nothing she could do.

This kind of feeling as if trash existed caused her to be unable to breathe.

No matter how good Yan Yuan's martial arts were, he still had to protect her at the same time as he dealt with the hundred of them. Not long after, his body had multiple wounds.

One of them suddenly looked at Liu Ruo Qing, and with a twist of the sword in her hand, she thrusted at Liu Ruo Qing.

With such a fast speed, even Liu Ruo Qing who was previously proficient in martial arts would not necessarily be able to dodge it, let alone the fact that she was now a weak girl who was powerless.

Just when she thought that she was dead meat, Yan Yuan's figure flashed in front of her, and aimed the sharp sword tip at Yan Yuan's back, and stabbed down.

In an instant, the thick smell of blood floated into Liu Ruo Qing's nose. She looked at the blood that instantly flowed out of Yan Yuan's chest in panic, her lips trembling, and she was unable to say anything for a long time.

"Speak …" Yan Yuan... "

She tried to stop the blood that flowed out from Yan Yuan's wound. The pungent smell of blood kept coming up to her nose, becoming stronger and stronger.

When Liu Ruo Qing saw the dazzling sword aura behind him piercing down towards her back once again, her pupils suddenly turned scarlet. Her hand then grabbed onto the man's neck at an extremely fast speed, and tightened little by little.

Bastard, you dare to touch my man! This was the only thought that came to Liu Ruo Qing's mind at that time.

No matter how good that man's martial arts was, in Liu Ruo Qing's hands, there was no room at all for him to escape.

Yan Yuan saw that Liu Ruo Qing had gotten sick again, and was extremely worried, but at the moment, he was injured and could only use her sword to stand up, but was unable to join the battle.

"Qing Er..."

He shouted for Liu Ruo Qing, but the current Liu Ruo Qing seemed to be cut off from the rest of the world, as she was immersed in her own slaughter.

One after another...

Her hands were covered with blood, and the stench of blood in the air was getting stronger and stronger. She seemed to be addicted to killing, and the pleasure of being stimulated by the smell of blood filled every cell of her body, causing her movements to become faster and faster.

Over a hundred people, one by one, lay down in her hands. Even so, she was surrounded by a lot of people, but they didn't dare to attack her. Obviously, they were scared by this woman's amazing combat strength.

Liu Ruo Qing stood in the middle of them, as if she was standing in the middle of the world, the mountain winds around her caressed her hair like her mother's gentle hands, calming her anxious heart.

She didn't know what she was panicking about. She only knew that now that the people in front of her were all dead, she would be safe and the people around her would not be injured.

The familiar voice kept shouting in his ears, "Qing Er, come back, Qing Er, come back …"

She did not know who "Qing Er" was, and it seemed like she was … Are you calling her?

Liu Ruo Qing's brows twitched, the redness in her eyes gradually faded, but in the next second, the black clothed men once again took the chance to attack, and her eyes were once again stained with redness.

She raised her hand and aimed at that person's heart, directly piercing through her body. When everyone could see clearly, in her hand, there was a heart that had stopped beating.

The corner of her mouth was still stained with blood as she smiled seductively, as if she was a demon.

"Qing Er..."

Yan Yuan wanted to rush forward to bring Liu Ruo Qing back; it was too dangerous for her to be surrounded by so many people.

However, just as he took two steps forward, he was pulled back by someone from behind. "Don't worry, she's fine. You're the one who has matters to attend to."

The person who had grabbed him was none other than the eccentric old man.

"Let go!"

Yan Yuan wanted to struggle free from his grasp, but discovered that he was completely unable to move.

"I told you to let go!"

He stared at the old man with a sinister look, only to see that the old man had remained calm and collected, while looking at Liu Ruo Qing who was still wantonly slaughtering the others, and said: "How can you help her now that you're this injured? Stay here properly, and don't drag her down."

Drag Back...

This was the first time Yan Yuan heard someone use this word to describe him. Was he trying to drag Qing Er back?

His eyes were unexpectedly blank, as he slowly looked towards Liu Ruo Qing who was surrounded by those people, but had not stopped killing. Her clothes had long been drenched in blood, and he could no longer tell if it was her or those assassins.

But even if he was most afraid of Liu Ruo Qing's sickness, at this moment, he had no choice but to admit that those people couldn't do anything to her.

After an unknown amount of time, the corpses on the ground increased and the number of people standing on their feet decreased. The black-clad men were truly scared. Gradually, they retreated and quickly fled.

Liu Ruo Qing was still standing in the middle of the pool of blood and corpses, the air was filled with the smell of blood, as if it was replenishing her energy. She kept taking deep breaths, with a greedy look on her face.

The next second, she felt that she was being held tightly in someone's arms with such force that her instincts told her that this person would not harm her, and that she shouldn't hurt her.

The hand full of killing intent that he had subconsciously raised just now was slowly put down on his waist.

"It's okay, Qing Er, it's okay."

Yan Yuan's voice was filled with heartache, his hoarse voice carried a trace of unconcealable trembling.

"It's okay, it's okay …"

He could feel the icy aura emanating from her body, as if it was accompanied by a deathly aura that had just returned from the underworld, which kept stabbing at his heart.

Liu Ruo Qing's consciousness gradually returned, the smell of blood all around made her feel nauseous.