?Broken arm? Yi Feng suddenly remembered the blood man who had broken his arm before entering the door. He should be Feng Nu's father. +++The latest Danmei novel ranking: lightnovelpub.net网o

"People take him to the hospital for treatment."

The bodyguards took him down just now, and I don’t know where he was thrown. Now I have to pick it up and take him to the hospital.

The Wind Slave's business is really tricky.

Yang Yun saw that the benefactors were responsive, and her eyes turned sharply: "But we don't have any money, and we are waiting to die when we are sent to the hospital, ooh...how am I suffering so much!"

Feng Nu calmly watched Yang Yun's performance, she even felt ashamed of having such a mother.

"Thank you for saving me. I would rather go to your house and be a servant. I don't want to stay in this house anymore."

"White-eyed wolf! You white-eyed wolf! At first I told Feng Qiang not to hug you home. He would not listen. He brought back such a thing. It is really a white-eyed wolf who can't feed!" Yang Yun cursed viciously, thinking of the wind. When the slave said about this family, she became angry, and she didn't care about protecting any secrets.

"what did you say?"

Feng Nu didn't expect that Yang Yun would have missed her mouth in a desperate mood, and what she had always suspected had actually come true!

Yang Yun realized that she had missed her mouth, and immediately covered her mouth without saying more.

Yi Feng picked up Feng Slave, who was still kneeling on the ground, and comforted him softly: "If you can't stay in this house, follow me home. There are many rooms in my house, you can live in as you like!"

It was even more difficult for Zhang Ergou to hear that the lady had to take outsiders home! At the beginning, they could stay at home, but it was also tested by the butler. If it were not for his cleverness, how could he stand out among the seventy or eighty candidate drivers. But now, cleverness is mistaken by cleverness. He regrets bringing the young master and young lady out tonight.

Save people to the end, send the Buddha to the west. Yi Feng looked aside for a long time, and felt that Feng Nu's house was not a place for people. Everyone in her family was a vampire. Since Feng Slave was not born with her, why should she stay in this home and suffer.

Yi Feng had already thought about it. She took Feng Slave home first, and then looked at Feng Slave's wishes when they returned to Tianqi. If she wanted, they could also bring her back to Tianqi.

"Brother, is this all right?"

Yi Long gently stroked his sister's hair and replied softly, "Of course, my brother supports everything my sister does."

On the way back, Yi Feng said to his brother: "I will send someone to Feng Nu to check it out tomorrow. If she is not from the Feng family, then we can change her name. Her current name is not very pleasant. Wind slave, can you say it?"

The word for slave, as a slave for a maidservant, really doesn't sound very good! Yang Yun explained to her before that a bad name would make it easier to feed her, but now she knows all the truth.

"can."

She really doesn't care about this name. If she can change her name, does it mean that she will see the past again and everything will start again?

"Miss, today should be the last time I drove for you." Zhang Ergou said aggrievedly when he got out of the car.

Yi Feng was full of doubts, what happened? Zhang Ergou is going to resign?

"Steward Cheng won't let me go!" Zhang Ergou felt aggrieved, all this was not what he wanted, but in the end all the responsibilities were pushed on him.

Yi Feng chuckled, his white teeth showing out, "I will talk to Steward Cheng."

"Really?" Zhang Ergou couldn't believe it, and hope was rekindled in his lost face just now.

"Well, let him give you a salary increase."

Lan Qing'er dexterously turned sideways, and easily avoided the man's attack. With a **** her toes, she turned over and jumped three feet away, and then she fell steadily.

Waist-length hair spread out as the body settled steadily, like a black waterfall, covering Lan Qing'er's delicate white face. In terms of appearance, this face is absolutely beautiful, but at this moment, what is revealed in the dark eyes is an unusually sharp and keen light.

The cold Yanyue Knife stabbed towards her face, and Lan Qing'er quickly avoided her face. The tip of the knife didn’t hurt her, just

Around the black silk long hair, in an instant, the sharp blade cut a strand of long hair abruptly.

"What a great knife!" Lan Qing'er exclaimed in her heart.

It was too late to say, it was fast, just after evading the Yanyue Sword, the double swords slashed in the face.

Lan Qing'er dodged from left to right, her original thin figure becoming more and more petite among these big men. Because there is no weapon, she can only shuttle back and forth in it non-stop, looking for opportunities to start.

Although in a dangerous situation, Lan Qing'er was relieved that these people did not treat Xiaoyu well.

It's just that it's not a way to dodge the confrontation all the time. If you can't find a breakthrough, the final result of this fierce battle is either the exhaustion of them swinging around with weapons, or the exhaustion of her avoiding excessive physical exertion. o

When Lan Qing'er was thinking about it, a moment of distraction gave the other party a chance to take advantage of it.

Lan Qing'er only heard a "call" and saw two hard objects approaching the front door.

not good! It's a hidden weapon!

Lan Qing'er was shocked, only to hide from the weapons of these three people, and almost forgot that there was another person who could use hidden weapons. This was awful. An unknown hidden weapon flew over without knowing that there was something on it. Not poisonous. Lan Qing'er was dumbfounded, and even forgot to dodge.

died! died! This is really dead!

Lan Qing'er sighed sadly. At any rate, she was once a ace bodyguard, with extraordinary skill and alertness, but now it's better to die here.

At this extremely critical juncture, Lan Qing'er did not have two hidden weapons in her pretty face as she thought.

The whistling hidden weapon was bounced abruptly at a distance of five centimeters in front of her.

Only a "clam" was heard, and the harsh sound was accompanied by the sound of the hidden weapon falling to the ground.

Lan Qing'er came back to her senses, turned her head abruptly, and saw Feng Yumo not far away. Dressed in white, he is not surprised at everything, like a **** in the dark.

"His Royal Highness" Lan Qing'er's heart suddenly moved, almost shivering and shouting.

The third time!

Always at the most critical and dangerous moments, Feng Yumo would appear in time and save her life. Pian Pian, like him, has already made three moves for her!

"Huh, here's another one to die." The black-clothed man shouted, so he rushed up and rushed towards Feng Yumo.

Feng Yumo changed from the elegant style of the past. At this moment, his eyes were bitter, his shots were simply and agile, and his movements were smooth and flowing. At first glance, he knew that he was a man of martial arts. Lan Qinger praised him again and again. I didn't expect Feng Yumo to be like this. The hidden martial arts.

Black and white are intertwined, and in the shadow of the sword, the murderous aura is strong.

At the beginning, it was a one-to-three, and it was still not clear who would win or lose. Feng Yumo's aura was indeed able to hold people down, but after a long time, the disparity could be seen.

Feng Yumo's movements were also slow, it seemed that his strength had been exhausted.

Seeing such a scene, Lan Qing'er was worried that his energy would not be exhausted, and could not help shouting to remind him: "His Royal Highness, beware of hidden weapons."

Feng Yumo glanced at him coldly. It was only an instant of time. Feng Yumo's figure flashed and quickly stood in front of Lan Qing'er. He held the blade in his hand with extremely fast speed and explosive power. After a backlash, the man in black felt a strong force pressing here, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and fell to the ground crying out painfully.

If Feng Yumo's body wanders through the black-clothed world as a dragon, Feng Yumo's martial arts is very domineering, and his body shape is strangely fast. Everywhere he goes there is always the painful snoring of the black-clothed person, which is often one. There were several moves in the blink of an eye. The people in black were injured, and there was not much power to fight back. Lan Qing'er yelled hard in her heart. It was hard to deal with one by herself. Feng Yumo was so easy to pick one and three. It was really not a real person. Expose!

Several people were fighting each other, suddenly, Feng Yumo's figure uttered, his face instantly turned pale, and his thin lips spurted out a mouthful of blood! Then he fell to the ground as soon as he weakened.

"His Royal Highness!" Lan Qing'er twitched in her heart and lost her expression in shock, only to feel that the blood all over her body was pouring up for a moment, and she hurried to Feng Yumo.

Leaned on his body by his side.

The men in black looked at each other and were puzzled by the sudden anomaly. Seeing everyone injured and unable to fight for a long time, they winked at each other, jumped up the high wall, and instantly disappeared into the night sky.

At this moment, Feng Yumo's face was pale, blood was constantly overflowing from his mouth, and the wounds on his body had been dyed bright red in his white clothes. Even in the dark, it looked shocking.

Lan Qinger's heartache was too painful to speak!

How could he get hurt? By the way, it must have helped her with a cut just now! After gritting her teeth, Lan Qinger quickly tore a long strip from her skirt with both hands, and then wrapped Feng Yumo's wound tightly to prevent blood from flowing out, then she turned her head and shouted to Xiaoyu: "Xiaoyu, hurry up, go back to the palace of the imperial prince!"

Xiaoyu ran over in a hurry, her small face was already pale with fright, her cold hands placed on Feng Yumo's back and helped Lan Qing'er help him up together. After that, the three of them rushed towards the palace of the royal prince without stopping. I dare not stop for a moment.

In the dead of night, there was chaos in the palace of the prince.

Alan saw Lan Qing'er helping Feng Yumo come in, and there was a crying Xiaoyu next to her, and she immediately understood that the situation was not good.

"His Royal Concubine, what happened?" Alan quickly stepped forward and asked anxiously.

Lan Qing'er shook his head and briefly explained the situation. It is important to save people right now. Where can I have time for them to chat: "I don't know who those people are. His Royal Highness was hurt like this in order to save me. Alan, go Bring some boiling water, Aqin, take out a clean bedding and spread it on the bed."

After Qin Lan and Alan listened to them, they did not dare to neglect at all, and hurriedly followed Lan Qing'er's instructions.

As a top agent in her previous life, Lan Qing'er has received professional training since she was a child. All indicators are hard to beat, and there is no room for water leakage. In addition to **** skills, she also knows a lot of medical skills. Looking at Feng Yumo's face The whitish wound is bloody, if it is too late to call a doctor now!

Thinking of this, I asked Xiaoyu to bring hot water and all kinds of medicine to prepare for first aid. She wanted to treat Feng Yumo's injuries.

Although I don't know why Jiao would suddenly fall down if he was a dragon, at this moment she only knew her heart, and the pain was dripping with blood!

Carefully support Feng Yumo onto the bed, her white face gradually showed blackness, Lan Qing'er cried out inwardly, such signs indicate that Feng Yumo was poisoned!

Feng Yumo wet the white robe in a cold sweat, Lan Qing'er took off the white robe carefully, Feng Yumo's body was slender and white, like a good piece of white jade, his body was so weak, with a sickly beauty. The beauty is so touching.

The hand holding his body trembled slightly, and when he noticed that his body was getting colder, he suddenly recovered, secretly cursed himself, took a deep breath and took back his free mind, and took his The robe is taken off.

Suddenly, she was shocked by the strange feeling from under her. The strange feeling came behind Feng Yumo and slowly took off the robe. The sight that she saw made Lan Qing'er stunned on the spot!

On his back is a long scar, ugly, extending from the neck to the waist, like an ugly snake, entrenched on Feng Yumo, flaring his teeth and claws at her.

This scar seems to be tearing Feng Yumo in half, and you can imagine the tragic situation at that time!

Lan Qing'er was choked in her heart, tears came out of her eyes, who was so cruel to deal with Feng Yumo?

Looking at the scar, Lan Qing'er suddenly thought of something, holding Feng Yumo's hand, and gently pulsed for him.

...It turned out to be so.

No wonder she always felt that Feng Yumo should be a martial artist, but she never understood why he never did it easily.

Feng Yumo was seriously injured, so naturally he couldn't get angry. Once he got lucky, it would inevitably lead to the recurrence of the old injury. Feng Yumo was desperate to save her just now in a desperate situation. He used Zhen Qi to affect the old troubles, causing the old wounds to recur, the flesh was damaged, and the blood was constantly vomiting.

The bright red blood continuously overflowed from the corner of Feng Yumo's mouth, and the white clothes on his chest were dyed red, and it looked so shocking. Feng Yumo's eyes closed tightly and he was in a coma.