Chapter 421

Huo Yan blocked his weapon with his sword. The tiger's mouth was numb. This man's strength was really good. He must not fight hard when he was seriously injured.

He folded his spirit to meet the enemy. The long sword in his hand was like a wandering dragon and snake. It turned into a little cold light and directly surrounded the leader in black. It was good at fencing. The leader in black sneered, dodged and glanced at Huo Yan's wound: "I see how long you can support!"

Huo Yan gradually lost his support. He moved a little, and the blood flow in the wound was more severe. Rao was always strong and couldn't help but get a black in front of him. In addition, the sword array of the man in black was really powerful. After a while, the man in black looked at a flaw and drew a sword on his arm again!

Huo Yan's tall body shook, and he was about to lose his support. The man in black couldn't help but rejoice. He didn't expect to take the life of King Wei smoothly today!

However, Huo Yan had no fear on his face, and even smiled. A pair of black and bright eyes looked behind them and looked like a winning ticket.

"Think we will be fooled?" the man in black sneered and stabbed Huo Yan's heart with a sharp sword in his hand.

A sharp arrow came quickly with the wind and thunder, and instantly ran through his palm holding the sword, leaving a deep blood hole! The man in black screamed and looked in horror. Several cold and glittering blades had been put on his neck and could not move any more.

The black armor guards of King Wei's residence fell from the sky and surrounded here, and the situation reversed in an instant. The people in black around have fallen down a large area, and the rest are still fighting tenaciously. As soon as the people in black see that the situation is bad, they bite their teeth and swallow the poison bag hidden in their mouth. Once the poison bag is broken, the poison that seals their throat will kill people in an instant. But before he bit the poison bag, someone took off his jaw, and then tied him tightly with a tendon rope. The man in black was unwilling to fall to the ground. He just wanted to kill himself and had no chance.

He was waiting for him to extort a confession by torture. The man in black was also a bodyguard. He knew that the means of interrogation of these people would make people want to survive but not to die. Thinking of this, he deeply regretted that he didn't listen to the master's order. If he had known so, he shouldn't have made up his own mind to kill the king of Wei

"My subordinates, it's really a crime to hurt the Lord because of the late rescue..." the guards, tiger eyes in tears, knelt down together and asked Huo Yan for a crime. Someone had already come forward to hold Huo Yan and took out the hemostatic wound medicine to bandage the wound for the Lord. Huo Yan stretched out his hand and his eyes were slightly anxious: "have you found Mrs. Lin?"

The captain of the bodyguard was slightly stunned. The prince was hurt like this. Unexpectedly, he still thought about Mrs. Lin. this lady is really a favorite.

But the prince's wound has been bleeding, and his face is bloodless. If he doesn't treat it again, I'm afraid the prince will bleed to death.

"Please don't worry, my subordinates have found my wife, but my wife is injured and is being treated by a medical officer. I'm afraid I can't come to see my Lord for the time being."

"How was she hurt?" Huo Yan asked.

Mrs. Lin was badly hurt, especially the palm in her heart. I'm afraid her ribs were broken. She was seriously injured. Even people with deep internal power have to be raised for a long time, not to mention Mrs. Lin who can't do any Kung Fu?

It's just that the Lord is now like this. If he knows Mrs. Lin's injury, he's afraid he'll have to hold on to see her. The bodyguard can only try to make Lin Yao's situation lighter.

"Madam is OK, but she is frightened. My subordinates have sent someone to send her back to the house first..." the guard chief gritted his teeth and lied. Sure enough, the king's body relaxed slightly after hearing this. He was relieved and no longer resisted the guard to bandage his wound.

His lute bone has been pierced, and the white bone can be seen faintly. Half of his body is full of blood. The guard who bandaged him wants to crack his canthus. He wants to dig up the dead man in black and whip the body again.

"Wait a minute." Huo Yan's face sank, broke away from the bodyguard holding him, and hurried to the grass just now. The bodyguards hurriedly followed the Lord, but they saw that the Lord took a woman out of the grass.

The woman was dressed in black. She was very thin, but she had a feather arrow in her chest. It was obvious that she was seriously injured. It was dark just now. Huo Yan couldn't see the woman's face clearly. At the moment, he looked at the woman's face with the light of the torch. Everyone was surprised to find that the unconscious woman was actually Miss Wen Biyu, the second miss of the Wen family!

How did she come here with you?

Huo Yan frowned, stretched out his palm and gently pasted it on Wen Biyu's acupoint. He slowly crossed the Qi. The captain of the bodyguard quickly bent over and said, "Lord, let me come down..."

"Shut up!" Huo Yan's face became more and more pale and patted Wen Biyu on the cheek: "second lady?"

Wen Biyu slowly opened her eyes and looked laxly at Huo Yan. Tears couldn't help sliding down her eyes.

"How did you come here?" Huo Yan frowned and looked at the woman in his arms, unable to hide his anger: "if you have a long and short, how can I be like xueluo and your parents?"

Wen Biyu seemed not to hear his words at all. She looked greedily at his face and raised her palm slowly, as if she wanted to touch his cheek.

Huo Yan subconsciously avoided, but he heard the woman in his arms call weakly: "ah Yan..."

His body suddenly froze, ah Yan... Only xueluo would call him that. No one has called him that for three years. In order to please him, Wen Biyu imitates her sister Wen xueluo everywhere, which he knows. Hearing that Wen Biyu called him, Huo Yan only felt a surge of uncontrollable anger and a faint uneasiness.

"Don't imitate xueluo again, don't imitate everything about her... Otherwise the king will never spare you!" he flashed a trace of pain at the bottom of his eyes and said to the seriously injured Wen Biyu without pity.

Wen Biyu smiled, ignoring Huo Yan's terrible anger. She smiled and stared at him. Her lacquered eyes seemed to look into his heart: "ah Yan, don't you recognize me?"

He stared at her, those beautiful eyes like obsidian, those familiar eyes with a smile... No, it's impossible, it must be Wen Biyu deliberately imitating xueluo!

He loosened the woman in his arms and got up coldly: "send her back and let someone show her the injury."

The everlasting longing for each other is that A Yan will remember her face and her heart.

Huo Yan everlasting longing for each other is everlasting longing for each other. It is the night when he will return to Beijing. Snow Luo plays a long tune until late at night. At that moment, he sighs and sighs, "he looks like a man with a long face and looks like a million people."

The next sentence of the poem is that if I had known how to trip people's hearts, I would have never known each other

He understood what she meant. That poem clearly lamented Acacia. In fact, he lamented that he didn't know what kind of things to encounter after returning to Beijing, and whether they could stay together like in Donglai.

Huo Yan comforted her for a long time and told her that "it's hard to be water once through the sea, except that Wushan is not a cloud". Except for her Wen xueluo, he will never fall in love with the woman next to him.

But Wen Biyu can never know this. Even if she and xueluo are close sisters, xueluo can't tell her boudoir whisper to her sister who hasn't come out of the cabinet.

Huo Yan stared at her, seemingly motionless, but the red blood in his eyes explained everything.

Wen Biyu smiled with tears coming out. She looked at him as if she was reluctant to give up and complaining: "ah Yan, Biyu just admires your power. How can she die for you? It's only me... I thought we could be together after disaster, but now I'm dying..."

"But fortunately, you're all right. Since you forgot me three years ago, it's better for me to die..." Wen Biyu's voice became weaker and weaker, her eyes gradually closed, but she still kept a smile.

Huo Yan stared at her and suddenly stretched out his hand to hold the woman on the ground: "don't die! Make things clear, who are you...?"

The woman was in great pain when he shook her wound. Her eyes looked at him and smiled miserably: "what do you say?" her voice was slightly playful, even the corners of her lips were slightly hooked, and her eyes were full of a smile of success after teasing people. Huo Yan trembled and leaned down to hold the woman tightly in her arms: "Wen... Xue... Luo..."

He was so excited that he felt a burst of fishy sweetness in his throat. His body shook slightly and puffed out a mouthful of blood. A group of bodyguards were shocked and rushed forward to check the prince's injury, but Huo Yan leaned down and picked up the woman on the ground.

His snow rose finally came back.

His favorite woman came back from the dead. What can be more ecstatic than this? He doesn't know why xueluo pretended to be dead, why she didn't show up for three years, and why she appeared here disguised as Wen Biyu. However, these are not important. The only thing he has to do now is to take xueluo down the mountain as soon as possible. Xueluo must not have anything to do!

When they learned that the woman in front of them was Wen xueluo, who "died" three years ago, everyone was shocked. It was well known how much Mrs. Wen was favored at the beginning, and how much the LORD was devastated after her "death" was also seen by everyone. Now the Lord has recovered, and the shock and ecstasy in his eyes are more than they have ever seen before.

The bodyguards knelt slowly on the ground. Three years ago, they knew that Wenfu was the real mistress of the house and their master. Even if the LORD had Mrs. Lin, everyone knew that the Lord's favorite was always Mrs. Wen.

Huo Yan gently held Wen xueluo, and the carriage sped down the mountain at the fastest speed. Wen xueluo's face became paler and paler, and her breathing became weaker and weaker. Huo Yan's eyes looked at her for a moment, and his palm was always close to her heart, slowly breathing: "xueluo, don't sleep, look at me."

Wen xueluo reluctantly opened her eyes and greedily looked at Huo Yan Junlang's face: "ah Yan, am I dying..."

Huo Yan lowered his head and gently rubbed her cheek. His action was gentle and full of compassion: "how could it be? I will never let you die! You will accompany me safely and healthily all my life, and never leave me again!"

Wen xueluo smiled: "ah Yan, but you have other people around you..."