sheep hunt

The wind blew past his ears, and before Han Ziling could react, he was pushed aside, and at the same time he heard the sound of weapons piercing his body.

Startled in his heart, he turned around suddenly, and a stunning red figure stood in front of him.

His eyes widened in disbelief.

At the same time, a white shadow also flew towards the ring quickly, and a black marble popped out of his hand, hitting Hua Xinyue's wrist. Hua Xinyue let go of the short blade with a cry of surprise.

At this time, the short blade had already been inserted into Huang Feiyan's chest.

Huang Feiyan's eyes were as red as blood, with deep ice inside, staring evilly at Hua Xinyue and praised: "Princess is a good trick."

Hearing Huang Feiyan's words, Han Ziling came back to his senses, and immediately stepped forward, gasping as he watched the dagger completely sinking into Huang Feiyan's chest.

Except for the handle of the knife, everything is submerged... How deep should the wound be? ? ?

Han Ziling looked up at Huang Feiyan:

"you…"

Red blood gushed out of his body and wet his clothes. However, he was wearing red clothes, so it was impossible to see how much blood he had left.

Huang Feiyan withdrew her gaze from Hua Xinyue, and looked at Han Ziling again: "Uncle, don't be too moved, I just don't want to 'marry' to Baihua Dynasty."

Hua Xinyue's complexion was pale, she held her other wrist injured by Hua Feixue with one hand, tears gradually leaked from her beautiful eyes, she looked at Huang Feiyan with trembling eyelashes: "I'm sorry... I, I didn't think Hurt you...I just, just wanted to kill that old man..."

"Enough, Xiaoyue, go down."

This time it was Hua Feixue who had just flown to the ring, dressed in white, tall and tall, with a gloomy expression.

His worried eyes swept across Han Ziling's body, and after confirming that he was not injured, he cupped his hands and said to Huang Feiyan, "I'm sorry, Your Highness the Regent, Xiaoyue is young and ignorant, and she is reckless, I hope His Highness the Regent will forgive her for this... once."

"Second...second brother. I...I just like him too much..."

Hua Xinyue didn't expect that the one she hurt was her sweetheart. At this time, her heart was full of panic and uneasiness. After seeing Huang Feiyan's loathing and cold gaze, her tears flowed even more urgently: "Brother Feiyan! , you go and bandage the wound first, okay, don't stand there anymore... My knife is very sharp, if I blow my hair and break my hair, the wound must be deep, you..."

Even though Huang Feiyan is wearing red clothes, it is not appropriate to see the amount of bleeding, but the robe on his chest is already completely wet, and the strong smell of blood in the air can almost completely cover up his own plum fragrance---this is not difficult to see , he really shed a lot of blood.

Huang Feiyan sneered, and without hesitation reached out and pulled out the knife in front of his chest, and threw it to the ground: "That's all."

As he said that, his steps staggered and he almost fell down.

The moment the dagger was pulled out, bright red blood splashed all over the ground, his complexion was pale, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

Han Ziling reached out to help him, but he pushed it away, and then he looked at the civil and military officials: "Who will win this game?"

Hua Feixue spoke immediately:

"Of course it's Mrs. Han Fu Sheng, His Royal Highness, even if you don't forgive Xiaoyue, please get medical treatment first?"

If Huang Feiyan died, the Hundred Flowers Dynasty and the Tian Dynasty might become enemies, and that was the last thing he wanted to see.

After Huang Feiyan glanced at him indifferently, he stretched out his hands to cover his chest, and jumped off the ring by himself. Han Ziling caught up with him several times and tried to help him, but he refused: "Uncle, Huang Yifan has been looking at you, Go quickly."

Han Ziling was stunned, and looked at Huang Yifan, but Huang Yifan didn't look at him, but looked at Hua Xinyue with a stern expression, Han Ziling's gaze moved slightly, and he saw that Huang Yifan was looking at Huang Yifan when no one noticed him. The cup in his hand had turned into powder, falling from his fingers.

This is a big deal.

Han Ziling sighed in his heart, he blamed himself for not being defensive...

Thinking of him withdrawing his gaze, he continued to chase after Huang Feiyan:

"You hurt for me, I have to take care of you."

Huang Feiyan turned her head, with the same wicked smile on her face as before: "Uncle, I'm not for you, I'm for myself... However, if uncle insists on being affectionate, I don't mind uncle showing his body Xu oh..."

Han Ziling stood still on the spot, with a trace of embarrassment flashing across his face:

"you…"

This person is injured, why is he still so hateful.

Huang Feiyan's bright red eyes gradually dimmed. He raised his eyes to Xiao Luzi who was rushing to him, and slightly raised his lips, "Xiao Luzi, help me go home---seek the imperial doctor."

Han Ziling sighed slightly, knowing that Huang Feiyan was determined not to let him take care of him, he stood still and looked at the somewhat staggering figure supported by Xiao Luzi and the shallow blood on the ground Today, Huang Feiyan Why did Yan make a move?