Young Master Zhan's Xueba Little Crazy Wife

Su Qiao shook her little head and rubbed against his big hand:
"No, it's you who worked hard, thank you."

Her voice was soft, comforting, and thankful.

Zhan Shen is obviously an extremely jealous person, but for her plan, for the lives of others, and for the overall situation, he watched her being taken away by Zhan Jue.

She knew how much he had endured and how uncomfortable he was.

No matter how much comfort, at this moment, it can only be replaced by rubbing his hand.

Zhan Jue stood aside and watched that scene, his face was as dark as ink, and his eyes were full of viciousness and collapse.

"You... you actually lied to me together... you lied to me together!"

Fortunately, he thought that as long as he stepped out, he could go out with Su Qiao and have a wonderful life!
Fortunately, even though his legs were in severe pain and his arms were so sore that he was almost numb, he still gritted his teeth and endured it.

Fortunately, he thought that what he hugged her was the whole world, and that what he was about to embrace was the light and the future with her.

But in the end, what he was holding was just a calculation!
From beginning to end, it was calculation again!
Time and time again, Su Qiao was plotting against him!

Zhan Jue's eyes were about to split open, and a frightening scarlet glowed in his eyes.

He suddenly took out a black weapon in his hand and pointed it in the direction of Zhan Shen, Su Qiao and Su Qiao:
"Su Qiao, Zhan Shen! I want you to pay for this!"

He was about to pull the trigger frantically, but his pupils suddenly changed.

Because he clearly saw, behind Su Qiao and Zhan Shen, there was another man in black at the exit.

The weapon in that man's hand was aiming at Su Qiao, and he had already pulled it down!

"call out!"

A sharp weapon shot straight at Su Qiao's back.

"Su Qiao!"

Zhan Jue's pupils changed drastically, and all the hatred turned into worry and anxiety in an instant.

He withdrew his hands and rushed towards Su Qiao.

With Su Qiao's keen investigative ability, she also noticed that something was wrong behind her.

Her first reaction was to rush towards Zhan Shen, leading him straight to the ground, rolling several times, narrowly avoiding the attack.

and……

Zhan Jue pounced on Su Qiao's position and missed.

The hidden weapon that was supposed to be shot at Su Qiao's body shot into his chest with a "crack".

It was an improved weapon, its appearance was the same as that of a gun, but what it shot out was a sharp barbed arrow.

The sharp arrow shot directly from his chest, passed through his back and stuck on his body back and forth.

A blood hole appeared, and blood gurgled and gushed out.

The opponent didn't give up, and continued to shoot one after another.

Aim at Zhanjue for a while, Zhanshen and Su Qiao for a while.

The Zhanjue swiftly dodged to the right, hid in the recess of a cave, and also took out his weapon to attack the outside world.

And Zhan Shen was rolling around on the ground with Su Qiao in his arms, and there was the sound of sharp arrows shooting into stones around them from time to time.

The Dragon Soul Group was not a vegetarian either. Everyone ran to the front, stacked up their shields neatly for protection, and soon isolated a safe area to start a bloody battle with the people outside.

Su Qiao smelled a strong smell of blood in her nostrils. When she looked down, she saw that Zhan Shen's upper arm was injured!
Perhaps it was to protect her, when he dodged away with her in his arms, a sharp arrow grazed his arm.

The white shirt was torn, and the muscle of the upper arm was a deep blood groove, and blood was flowing.

Su Qiao was so distressed that her heart was about to bleed, she helped Zhan Shen up and sat up, and said anxiously:
"Don't move, I'll treat your wound!"

Zhan Shen pulled a slight smile on his pale lips, comforting her:
"Don't worry, it's okay, it's just a skin trauma..."

Su Qiao didn't want to talk, she only had his wounds in her eyes.

After rolling a few times on the ground, his wound was full of dust and gravel, and blood continued to flow.

The ground was stained red, and her eyes were also stabbed red.

She took out a silver needle and quickly stuck it around the wound to stop the bleeding.

He tore off a corner of his pajamas and rolled it into the shape of a cotton swab to clean the sand from his wound bit by bit.

And Zhanjue hid alone in the hollow of the molten rock, where the sun couldn't even shine, and it was dark.

There is a sharp arrow stuck in front of his chest, with barbs on the front and back, and it cannot be pulled out from both ends.

Leaning back a little, the sharp arrow touched the wound, making the wound painful.

And the blood continued to flow from the blood hole, and the color gradually became blacker and blacker.

The sharp arrow is highly poisonous!

The Zhanjue's face was extremely white, and the shirt on his body was dyed black and red.

He forcibly endured the pain, but when he raised his eyes, it was even more painful.

Opposite him, Zhan Shen was sitting with his back against the stone wall, and Su Qiao was crouching in front of Zhan Shen, treating the wound carefully.

Her brows were furrowed, and her delicate facial features were full of worry and distress.

The sun fell on the two of them, and they looked like princes and princesses in trouble.

And he...

He is alone in a dark corner, even if he dies, no one cares about him.

hehehehehe

There was a pale and sarcastic smile on the corner of Zhanjue's lips.

He wanted to save her, but she only had Zhan Shen in her eyes... only Zhan Shen forever!
Even if he died, she wouldn't take another look!
But... Isn't it time to get used to this kind of life?

For more than 20 years, he had no one to take care of him, and he could only survive on his own.

Every time, he could only watch Zhan Shen surrounded by people.

The Warlord laughed, sad and ridiculous.

I should have gotten used to it long ago, why do I still feel my chest tightening...

Su Qiao has already torn off the hem of her pajamas, wrapped Zhan Shen with cloth strips, and successfully stopped the bleeding.

The members of the Dragon Soul Group also temporarily pushed back the outside killers, and the air became much quieter.

When Zhan Shen turned his eyes, he saw Zhan Jue leaning there with his back covered in blood.

The color was black and red, like an overturned inkstone mixed with blood in the dark, it was shocking.

Zhan Shen frowned, stood up from the ground while supporting the stone wall, strode to Zhan Jue and squatted down.

He checked the eye wound. Although the arrow shot above the heart, it didn't hurt the heart, but there was a deep hole through it from front to back.

There are barbs on the tips of the two arrows, if you take them off rashly, it will hurt your heart and blood vessels.

The most terrible thing is that it is highly poisonous!
The blood has turned black and red, the situation is very tricky!
After Zhan squatted down, he raised his hand to deal with it for him.

But Zhanjue pushed his hand away with a "snap" and asked coldly:

"Do you want to pretend to be a so-called good person?"

Zhan Shen stared at him seriously: "Now is not the time to mess around!"

"I will handle it myself! I don't need the sympathy you give!"

After Zhan Jue finished speaking, he supported his difficult body and sat to the side, avoiding Zhan Shen's help, and raised his hand to handle the sharp arrow by himself.

Zhan Shen, who has always been calm and calm, grabbed Zhan Jue by the collar, pulled him over, and forced him to look directly at him:

"Zhan Jue, wake up! This kind of injury is enough to kill you!"

"Heh...hehe..."

Zhan Jue suddenly smiled coldly, mockingly and wryly.

His eyes fell on Zhan Shen, and he asked coldly:
"Don't you just want me to die? Aren't you happier than anyone else when I die?...cough cough..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he couldn't help choking out a big mouthful of black blood.

But his eyes were still arrogant, allowing the blood to flow from the corner of his mouth and drip down his chin onto the white shirt.

He was obviously embarrassed and weak, but his expression did not show the slightest weakness or admit defeat.