?Broken arm? Yi Feng suddenly remembered the **** man with a broken 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 money anymore, 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 performing on the side, she even felt ashamed of having such a mother.

"Thank you for saving me. I would rather go to your house as 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 hadn't listened to him. He brought back such a thing. It is really a white-eyed wolf who can't feed!" Yang Yun cursed viciously, thinking of Feng. When the slave talked about this family, she was angry, and she couldn'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, please come home with me. There are many rooms in my house, you can live 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 weren't for his cleverness, how could he stand out among the 70 or 80 candidate drivers? But now, cleverness was mistaken by cleverness. He regretted 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 her brother, "Tomorrow, we will send someone to Feng Nu to check it out. 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 slave, for slaves and maidservants, really doesn't sound very good! Yang Yun explained to her 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 was going to resign?

"Housekeeper 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 attack. With a **** her toes, she rolled 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 looks, this face is absolutely beautiful, but at this time, what is revealed in the dark eyes is an unusually sharp and keen light.

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

Around the long black 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 originally thin figure became more and more petite among these big men. Because there is no weapon, she can only shuttle back and forth in it constantly, looking for opportunities to start.

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

However, it is not a way to dodge the confrontation all the time. If no breakthrough is found, then 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.

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 an 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 five centimeters away from her.

There was only a "clam", and the harsh sound was accompanied by the sound of the hidden weapon landing.

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 shaking 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 Ru, he has already made three moves for her!

"Humph, 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, his movements were fluent and smooth. At first glance, he knew he was a man of martial arts. Lan Qinger praised him again and again. 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, as if his strength had been exhausted.

Seeing such a scene, Lan Qing'er was worried that his physical strength 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 counter-shock, the man in black felt a powerful force pressing this way, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and fell to the ground crying bitterly.

If Feng Yumo's body wanders through the world in black clothes, Feng Yumo's martial arts is very domineering, and his body shape is strangely fast. Everywhere he goes there is always the painful groan of the black man, which is often one. Several moves were made in the blink of an eye. The people in black were injured, and there was little strength to fight back. Lan Qing'er shouted in her heart. It was too difficult to deal with one by herself. Feng Yumo was so easy to pick one and three. It really was 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 was jerked in her heart and lost her face in shock, only to feel that the blood all over her body was pouring up for a moment, and hurried to Feng Yumo.

By his side, supporting his body.

The men in black looked at each other and were puzzled by the sudden appearance of the abnormality. Seeing that everyone was 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.

Feng Yumo's face was pale at this moment, blood was constantly overflowing from his mouth, and the white clothes on his body had already been dyed bright red. 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 just now! After gritting her teeth, Lan Qing'er quickly tore a long strip from her skirt with both hands, and then bandaged 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 royal prince!"

Xiaoyu ran over in a hurry, her face was already pale with fright, her cold hands placed Feng Yumo's back, and he 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 him, and immediately understood that the situation was not good.

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

Lan Qing'er shook her 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 Boil some boiling water, Aqin, take out a clean bedding and spread it on the bed."

After Qin Lan and Alan listened to them, they didn't dare to be negligent, and quickly 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 fists and feet, 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 in hot water, as well as all kinds of emergency medicines, and she wanted to treat Feng Yumo's injuries.

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

Carefully support Feng Yumo onto the bed, her white face gradually showed blackness, and Lan Qing'er cried out inwardly, this kind of sign indicates that Feng Yumo was poisoned!

Feng Yumo wets all the white robe in a cold sweat, Lan Qing'er takes off the white robe carefully, Feng Yumo's body is slender and white, like a good white jade, his body is 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 Take off the robe.

Suddenly, she was shocked by the strange feeling from his men. 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!

There is a long scar on his back, 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 seemed 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 bursting 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 desperation. He used Zhen Qi to affect the old troubles, causing the recurrence of the old wounds and the damage to the flesh, which caused the vomiting of blood.

Bright red blood overflowed from the corners of Feng Yu's mouth, dyeing the snow-white clothes on his chest red, and it looked so shocking. Feng Yumo's eyes closed tightly and he was in a coma.