Carry out the tragic female supporting role to the end

Chapter 44 The Prime Minister is Amazing 13
Ge Yan looked at the people playing on the stage, and looked around, why the heroine hasn't come yet, there will be a big story later.

"Dididi, siren, sir, please immediately help the hostess clear the obstacles so that the hostess can reach Yunjin Tower smoothly."

Ge Yan felt that she was immune to this sound, and she immediately left her seat, but she didn't notice that the people on the stage played a wrong note because of her departure.

So, have you really given up?

The person who always appeared in time when he was in danger also gave up on him.

His long eyelashes shimmered, and well, he wasn't worth it.

It is common for the heroine to be hunted down.

Ge Yan changed his outfit and looked for him.

The night is like ink dyeing.

In the narrow alley, there are swords and swords.

Ling An held up a sword to block the light from the man in black and made a clanging sound.

"Who sent you here!" Ling An's eyebrows were sharp.

There was no response to her answer, he kicked the man in black away, and the man in black's accomplice also stabbed him with a sword from behind.

These people are all dead soldiers.

She grabbed the hilt of the sword tightly and rushed over.

There were flashes of swords and shadows, and figures were in chaos.

Blood spilled out and fell to the ground.

The man in black pierced Ling An's shoulder with a sword. The bright red blood and snow-white sword were dazzling.

Ling An frowned, swiped his sword and killed the person in front of him, dodged the attack of the approaching people, pulled out the sword on his shoulder, just about to swing the sword again, when the stamina hurt, he lost consciousness.

Ge Yan took the hilt of the sword that had slipped from Ling An's hand, blocked the incoming sword, and threw it back.

After Ge Yan quickly killed everyone.

Throwing the sword in his hand, he carried Ling An on his back and headed towards Yunjin Tower.

"Hmm." Ling An snorted.

After Ge Yan came to Yunjin Building, she went to the room that the original owner often used, and after letting him go, she looked at Ling An, who was pale.

A thought broke into her mind, she squatted down and took off the clothes on Ling An's shoulders.

She saw that the blood flowing out had turned purple, and her fair skin had turned blue.

There is poison on the sword.

She stared at it for a while, then reached out and took out a white jade bottle, and fed Ling An a pill.

The slender fingers took out the gauze to help the hostess bandage the wound.

After taking the detoxification pill, it's fine.

Just wait for the hostess to wake up.

Ling An's head was in confusion, and he vaguely opened his eyes halfway, and what he saw was a pair of bright eyes, as clear and bright as stars.

Those eyes just looked at her lightly.

Ling An wanted to see more clearly, but his eyes continued to go dark again.

Ge Yan changed back to the dark red skirt.

Her black hair was simply tied, and her beautiful face was indifferent.

And the last sound of the stage finally fell.

Luebai stood up with his jade flute attached, and swung his green clothes, overwhelming the world.

He bent down, lifted the jade flute back, and made a curtain call ceremony.

The applause rang out slowly and irregularly.

There is a beautiful woman on the stage, her eyes flashing with stunning beauty.

Luan Bai looked down, but couldn't find that person.

A dark red skirt with ripples appeared at the door. The person leaned at the door, gently raised her hands and clapped her hands. Her delicate white hands were like warm jade, and her beautiful face had a light expression. She looked at him with a faint smile that lifted his heart a little bit.

He was slightly startled.

……

After Ge Yan watched the person leave, he also left.

The night is slightly cool, but the Yunjin Tower is still hung with soft red light. Every tree is hung with lanterns, and the light in the building is dotted with fragrance and powder.

"Bitch, if I tell you to laugh, laugh at me!" A rough female voice sounded from the pavilion.

The man nestled in the woman's arms, endured the injury at the corner of his mouth, and grinned. It hurt, and he groaned when he failed to smile.

"Useless little cousin." The woman grabbed a jug of wine and took a sip of herself, then sprayed it on the man's face.

"Lick it for my old lady." The woman's greasy face showed an expression of watching a show.

The man's lips trembled slightly, and then he stuck out his tongue to lick the surrounding wine and the woman's saliva.

(End of this chapter)