Yan Huan

Yan Huan didn't mind Mo Ze's hesitation. It's not surprising that people in Jianghu are so defensive, not to mention he doesn't know Mo Ze very well.

The drug soon took effect, Yan Huan watched the man in black who had intercepted and killed Mo Ze fall to the ground in convulsions, his brows were still unfurled, and the people who had been chasing them quickly surrounded him .

Mo Ze glanced at the sword in his hand and clenched it. One side was sent by Wandering City to hunt him down, and the other side was chasing Yan Huan. They didn't know the details of each other. Now the three parties were frozen and didn't act rashly, but Why is the Lord not with Yan Huan?Why are these people chasing Yan Huan again?Wei Wei approached Yan Huan and asked in a low voice, "Who is it? Where is the Lord?"

"I don't know." Yan Huan quickly replied to Mo Ze, and then said to Yan Mingrang: "I don't have much medicine with me, and they are so numerous that they might not be able to beat them."

Yan Mingrang glanced at Mo Ze. Since Yan Huan made a move and gave him the antidote, it meant saving him. If he took Yan Huan away with him, he could escape, but judging by the injury of this person, he couldn't bear to face these people. In less than a quarter of an hour, Yan Huan was put down from his back: "It's only half an hour away from Zheyan Villa, you go, I'll hold them back."

"Then be careful." Yan Huan knew that Yan Mingrang's skill, without the burden of his own incompetence in martial arts, was more than enough to deal with these people, but he still cautiously gave Yan Mingrang some of the drug in his hand. , Let him save lives at critical moments.

"No, you guys go, I'll take care of it." Mo Ze knew that he was seriously injured, Yan Huan would be safe and sound with Yan Mingrang, he couldn't make fun of Yan Huan's life.

"Shut up." Yan Huan said as he pulled Moze past him, and then quickly ran to one side. Seeing this, the men in black came out with their swords out.

Yan Ming swayed his body to meet him quickly, the sword in his hand carried a fierce murderous aura, beheading all the men in black who were about to chase after him.

The road at night is very difficult to walk, unlike the previous world where lights are shining everywhere, just like daytime, Yan Huan opened his eyes wide, but still stepped on stones or low-lying areas from time to time, bumping and bumping all the way, and hadn't run yet It's far away, already covered in cold sweat, I really don't know how Yan Mingrang walked so safely with him on his back.

Mo Ze glanced and saw no one chasing after him. Feng Wufeng's swordsmanship is really powerful, and he must find a time to make gestures in the future. Looking at Yan Huan, who was obviously struggling to run, he frowned, and just about to speak, he just felt that There was a rush of blood in his chest, and it gushed out with a wow, and he knelt on the ground with one knee after a pause.

Seeing this, Yan Huan stopped immediately, put one hand on Mo Ze's body to support him, and wiped some blood stains from the corner of his mouth with the other hand, put it under his nose and smelled it: "You have been poisoned by Liuxiangsan and Dying Cream. "Liuxiang Powder is used to track spirit insects, and Mingming Cream is used to stain blood and kill people.

"Leave me alone, you go." Mo Ze pushed away Yan Huan who was supporting him, and he fell unsteadily on the ground.

Yan Huan, who was pushed away and slumped on the ground, was not annoyed. He got up and pulled out the girdle of his coat: "I don't want to talk nonsense, and I don't want to die. You'd better cooperate."

After speaking, he lifted the stunned Moze and placed it on his back, then tremblingly tied the girdle around Moze and tied it to himself. Although he was weak, he was still a man. some.

Mo Ze looked at Yan Huan who was walking step by step with his back behind his back, the hands supporting his body trembled faintly, large beads of sweat ran down his shiny face, the bitten lips were completely bloodless, but Looking forward, the eyes are full of incomparable determination.

I don't know if it's because of exhaustion or because he didn't see the way ahead clearly, Mo Ze only felt the body sinking behind his back, and before he had time to react, he had already pressed Yan Huan heavily under him.

Yan Huan lay on the ground gasping for breath, Moze on his back almost squeezed out his internal organs, he slowly moved his ankles, fortunately, he was able to walk without injury.

"I'm sorry." Mo Ze tried to get up with his hands on his hands, but just as he lifted up, he felt a tightness around his waist. He forgot that the belt was still tied to him and Yan Huan. Moze stopped immediately: "Injured?"

Yan Huan didn't speak, only felt that when Mo Ze moved, a dull pain in his waist and abdomen made his eyes go black, he broke out in a cold sweat, took a few breaths, lowered his head to look, and saw that a severed bamboo had just pierced his waistband and inserted into him On the left side of his abdomen, blood gushed out continuously through the hollow bamboo tube.