After rebirth, the prince fell into the hands of the princess again

A cold and deep voice sounded, and even Tang Mumu behind him couldn't help but shudder. Why did these words change in taste when they came out of Rong Yan's mouth? It didn't sound like he was trying to scare the other party at all, as if he was really going to rush over and dig out Yan Xi's eyes in the next moment.

His hand tightened, Rong Yan lowered his eyes and saw a slender, white hand climbing up his arm. He thought that he had frightened her with his appearance just now, so he quickly lowered his head and coaxed her in a gentle voice: "Don't be afraid."

"There are many of them. I have fought with Yan Xi before. His kung fu is far superior to mine. You have to be careful."

Rong Yan gently patted the pair of small hands that were holding his. Tang Mumu looked at the look in his eyes and her originally panicked heart relaxed for no reason.

Yan Xi saw the interaction between the two, frowned slightly, and raised his hand slightly. The people behind him came out in full force. Tang Mumu's wrist was tightly held by Rong Yan. There were many people on the opposite side, but none of them could touch the corner of Tang Mumu's clothes.

Tang Mumu kicked one of them over, snatched the sword from his hand, turned to Rong Yan and said, "I can do it myself, don't worry about me, catch the leader first, go and take down Yan Xi first."

Seeing Rong Yan's worry, Tang Mumu quickly said, "There are too many of them. It's not a good idea to continue to be in a stalemate. My injuries are almost healed. I can protect myself. I'll stop them. Yan Xi is in your hands."

After Tang Mumu finished speaking, she shook off Rong Yan's hand. The latter frowned, glanced at her quickly, and flew towards Yan Xi on the opposite side. He was so fast that those who tried to stop him lost their lives before they even saw his figure clearly.

When he got to Yan Xi, he already had a weapon in his hand. All he could see was the strands of hair on his forehead rising slightly. Yan Xi's eyes darkened and he immediately turned sideways to avoid the sword that was coming straight at him. Before he could stand firm, the sword came towards his head again. Yan Xi's eyes widened and he quickly bent down to avoid it.

"Come again?" Before he could react, a strong and slender leg had already attacked his waist. It was too late to get up. Yan Xi had to use one hand to support himself from the ground and use his feet to fly behind Rong Yan. Suddenly, his face lit up with joy and he directly used his palm to hit Rong Yan.

Rong Yan curled the corners of his lips slightly, and before Yan Xi could react, he struck Yan Xi in the chest with a palm, and used his other hand to block the palm strike from Yan Xi.

The internal force fluctuated too greatly, and the shock generated at the moment the two men fought was too great. Things in the noodle shop collapsed, and the sounds of tables, chairs, doors and windows shattering came one after another. Even the people around them were greatly affected. Some of those who were close to them even knelt on the ground, holding their chests, with blood spurting out of their mouths.

The moment Yan Xi stepped back, Rong Yan had already quickly stepped behind Tang Mumu and supported Tang Mumu in time.

The touch under her feet suddenly became real. Tang Mumu thought she was going to be blown against the wall. She was complaining about why she didn't practice harder in the past, but the big hand around her waist that was getting tighter and tighter made her feel real. She clearly realized that she was still alive and stood on the ground again.

"Are you okay?" Rong Yan helped Tang Mumu take a few steps back and stood firm, looking at her with concern.

Yan Xi gathered strength with his left hand and stepped hard on his feet to eliminate the attack in front of him. When he stood firm, he felt the true energy flowing through his body, and his internal organs felt as if they were shattered.

Yan Xi's eyes were deep, and their color became darker and darker. He looked at Rong Yan with disbelief. He didn't expect Rong Yan's internal strength to be so profound. He could even block his attack with just one palm, and the other palm could make the true energy in his body run everywhere. Yet he still had the leisure to save the princess who was affected by the internal strength of the two of them.

It seems that he encountered not only a tough guy this time, but also a man who was not a human being at all. How could an ordinary person have such high martial arts skills? At this moment, Rong Yan was not much different from a monster in his mind.

"Your Highness Prince Rong's martial arts are unfathomable. I will not accompany you today. I will come to challenge you another day."

After saying that, he jumped onto a low wall on the side on tiptoe, gave Tang Mumu an ambiguous smile, and flew down the wall before Tang Mumu could start to curse.

As soon as Yan Xi left, the people who surrounded and killed them naturally fled in panic.

"Leaving already? We won..." Tang Mumu reacted and was subconsciously hugging Rong Yan to celebrate happily. But the next moment, she felt the person in her arms getting heavier and heavier, so heavy that she could hardly bear Rong Yan's weight.

Rong Yan lost the strength to support himself, and slowly knelt on the ground, leaning against Tang Mumu, supporting himself with one leg. He raised his head from Tang Mumu's arms, moved his lips, and just as he was about to speak, his throat felt blocked and he spat out a large mouthful of blood.

Tang Mumu was terrified. Her tears flowed faster than her emotions and she couldn't stop them from falling. She could only support Rong Yan with both hands. Her voice was so trembling that it didn't sound like her own. "What's wrong with you? Why... did you spit out so much blood? Just now... weren't you fine just now?"

Rong Yan knelt on one knee, raised his hand to wipe the remaining blood from the corner of his mouth, saw the panic in Tang Mumu's eyes, and pulled the corner of his lips with all his strength, and comforted him: "It's just a temporary stitch in the side, don't be afraid, you won't die."

When Tang Mumu heard this, she couldn't hold back any longer and hugged Rong Yan and burst into tears. Rong Yan was pressed against her and almost couldn't breathe.

"Don't be so stubborn. Who would get so angry that they vomit blood? Rong Yan, don't think I will feel guilty if you die. If you dare to die, I will never forgive you. If you dare to die, I will take all the real estate and banknotes in the palace and leave. Then I will find a new husband and have many children with him. You are not allowed to die. Do you hear me?"

Rong Yan almost couldn't breathe and kept coughing. Tang Mumu panicked when she heard it and quickly let him go. Seeing that he had a frown on his face and closed his eyes, looking extremely uncomfortable, she was so anxious that tears kept falling.

"Ayan, please don't die. What will I do if you die? I'm not angry with you anymore, and I won't be in the cold war with you anymore. As long as you are okay, I will never be angry with you again, and I won't go back to Taoyuan Valley. Please don't die..."

Rong Yan's eyebrows relaxed a lot, and he raised his head to look at her. He wanted to reach out and wipe away the tears on her face, but he had no strength after trying several times and had to give up. It took him a while to suppress the discomfort and find his voice: "You can't regret it if you promise."

Hearing this, Tang Mumu nodded quickly, "As long as you don't die, I won't regret it. You are not allowed to kill Rong Yan. I haven't forgiven you yet, and you haven't apologized to me yet. You are not allowed to die."

Tang Mumu raised her hand to wipe away her tears and helped the man up. Rong Yan had no strength, so Tang Mumu almost had to bear the entire weight of Rong Yan.

"Hold on, I'll take you to see Fanfan. She's such a skilled doctor, she'll definitely be able to cure you. Don't die yet."

In order to hold Rong Yan steady, Tang Mumu almost bent down, and tears began to fall uncontrollably. Rong Yan was clear-headed and wanted to touch her head to comfort her and tell her not to be afraid, but he didn't even have the strength to raise his hand.

"Prince and Princess."

Hearing Mo Yi's voice, Tang Mumu's legs went weak and he fell down with Rong Yan. Mo Yi hurried forward and picked them both up at the same time, taking Rong Yan from Tang Mumu.

"Moyi, you are finally here. Rong Yan is dying. I am going to find Fanfan. Please send the prince back to the palace as soon as possible."