Wearing a pheromone to become a fool

Wei Yan Sishang was in a daze, turning around from time to time to try to find out what happened, but the scene was chaotic, the night was dark, it seemed that a huge net had come down and trapped the crowd, they were terrified and panicked.

An unspeakable emotion surged deep in her heart and spread throughout her body, but her brain gradually cleared up.

"County Lord." She stopped her foot.

The thin hand holding her wrist was not loose but tightened, as if casting a magic spell, which made the veins on the back of her hand swell.

Qu Jinying's expression was boundless and cold, and he pursed his lips and stood in the confusion.

"Young Master Wan," she panted heavily, "I'm afraid the Red Lotus Sect will assassinate you... Let's find a place to hide, the alley in front of us can—"

"If it's coming for me, I can't be with you, county magistrate, you should go first."

Her tone was more stubborn than ever.

Feng He was always behind them, agreed with her words, pulled out a short blade from his boots, and slapped it into Qu Jinying's palm.

Qu Jinying's two willow eyebrows intertwined, and she still refused to let go of her: "The traitor will definitely lay an ambush on your way back to the palace, so go back to the Marquis' mansion with my concubine."

"I can't hurt you."

"Master Wan—"

"With Fenghe by my side, I will be fine. When I return to the palace, I will immediately ask the internal officials to report to you that I am safe."

"Long live!"

"Stop dawdling!" Feng He clenched his fists anxiously.

Wei Yansi broke off the shackles on her wrists, and with the cover of Feng He, slipped into the chaotic crowd.

"Ace!"

It was Qu Jinying calling her name.

She stopped in a hurry.

This was the first time Qu Jinying called her name.

Wei Yansi was shaken, a voice in her heart shouted, follow her, follow her.

But in just a moment, her cloudy eyes returned to clarity, she looked back and met Qu Jinying's eyes, nodded, and gave her strength: "Don't worry."

Feng He embraced her with his strong arms and escorted her all the way, never slacking off.

They dared not walk on the main road, and walked through the deep alleys. There was a faint yellow light between the window panes, illuminating the direction of their desperate road.

Ahead, someone intercepted them.

It was the man they had rescued from the river.

He handed himself over to the cold moonlight, his eyes were firm and murderous, like an unbreakable wall.

"Get out of the way!" Feng He raised his long sword horizontally, and the threat spread on the scabbard.

"Hand over Emperor Jiayi." The man's voice was rough, like thunder rolling faintly.

"roll!"

"You are a warrior, such a foolish king is not worthy of your life to protect!"

Feng He let out a cold snort: "Whether it's worth it or not, I have the final say."

The man jumped up suddenly, the wound on his waist and abdomen split open, dripping blood dripped down.But he seemed to lose his sense of pain, and while rushing towards them, he swung his long dart fiercely.

"Master, be careful!" Feng He drew his sword, spun his wrist, and blocked them all.

The long dart hit the stone brick, Wei Yansi could clearly see the lotus pattern engraved on it, under the moonlight, there was a strange coquettishness.

It's really the Red Lotus Sect.

Behind him, seven or eight minions jumped out one after another, with ferocious faces and a heavy murderous look. The huge long knife was covered with blood beads, as if mocking the innocent souls who were killed by the knife.

Wei Yansi's breathing became irregular, and her back was pressed against the wall. Fortunately, Feng He protected her as always, protecting her between his back and the wall.

She smelled the strong smell of blood on his body: "...are you injured?"

"Small wound."

"Where did you hurt?"

"Master," Feng He turned half of his face, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "That man is also injured, the slaves are entangled with them, you find a chance to run away."

"What about the dark guards, you will arrange for them to follow me every time I leave the palace."

"It is estimated that we ran too fast and they lost track."

"...you can leave by yourself."

"The slave promised a person to protect you well."

"Who?"

Feng He raised his long sword and pointed at the man's nose: "The rules of the rivers and lakes, seek revenge and ask debts, and report your own family."

The man covered his waist and abdomen, his breath was unstable but he paused every word: "Geng Wangshu."

Wei Yansi's mind buzzed.

A very special name that she will never forget in her life.

She was in a mess and raised her voice: "Geng's family in Yuzhou, Geng Wangshu?"

"Heh, Lord Hun, do you recognize me?" Geng Wangshu raised his eyebrows.

Of course I recognize it, the hero in the original text wandered around the Jianghu after his family was wiped out, made friends with countless knights in the Jianghu, embarked on the glorious road of rebellion, and finally united with Qu Jinying to kill the king and seize the throne.

Wei Yansi retreated to advance: "Hero Geng, I know you have been wronged, I promise you, I will investigate this matter thoroughly, return your Geng family's innocence, and make your grievance cleared."

"Stop being so hypocritical," Geng Wangshu roared hoarsely like a wounded beast, "Tonight, I'll take the place of you and make you pay with blood!" He swung his dart again, stronger than before. It was fiercer and more intense, with a sharp howl piercing the air.

"You kill innocent people indiscriminately, yet you still have a face full of benevolence and morality." Feng He's movement of drawing the sword was obviously half a beat slow, and a dart pierced his right arm.

The others said excitedly: "He can't hold the sword steadily! Let's go together."

Wei Yansi's heart sank to the bottom.

Several long darts and seven or eight large knives stabbed at him in unison, Feng He's long sword drew a neat arc, and the cold weapons made a clanging sound when they collided.

"Don't get too entangled with him, the officers and soldiers are coming soon, kill Hunjun." Geng Wangshu was kicked in the wound by Feng He, and took several steps back.

But the smell of blood on Fenghe's body only increased.

Wei Yansi's airway was tightening: "...Fenghe, let's go."

"Long live, cough cough, hide well."

"You will die."

"Then die."

Feng He was a little exhausted, and bent his knees, leaving an opportunity for someone to slash at Wei Yansi.

Feeling a chill in the vest, Wei Yansi's closed eyelashes trembled, then opened, and saw Feng He chopped off the opponent's head, hot blood sprayed violently due to out of control, dyeing Feng He's entire face red Face.

The head was like a big meat ball, fell to the ground, jumped twice, and rolled to the feet of the minions, in exchange for the minions to fight back more fiercely. Geng Wangshu's long dart flew for the third time, this time piercing through Feng He holds the right hand of the sword.

Feng He's sword dropped, and he fell down, with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, but he stared at Geng Wangshu angrily: "You dare to kill the king!"

Wei Yansi's robe was soaked in cold sweat, squatting down, holding Feng He's wound, while Geng Wangshu was approaching step by step, at a rapid and fast speed, she quickly grabbed the long sword, and stabbed with all her strength. On Geng Wangshu's original wound, then pull it out forcefully.

Everything happened too fast, not because of her intention, but because of her body's survival instinct.

She dropped the sword, her legs became weak, and Geng Wangshu really fell down.

But the minions didn't give her time to breathe, their eyes were cracked, and they frantically wanted to take her life, surrounded her in the middle, leaving no chance of escaping, seven or eight long knives were shining brightly, reflecting the silvery white The bright moonlight and the bright red all over the ground.

Feng He held onto the wall, stubbornly wanted to get up, but vomited a big mouthful of blood, this time he fell down and never got up again, as if he fell asleep.

Based on the situation, Wei Yansi judged that there was no need for a dying struggle, so he stood up straight and troubled them to raise and lower the knife as much as possible.

"Hey, how could you die so easily."

"I want to save your life and torture you slowly."

"Cut off one of your ears first, then goug out one of your eyes, and cut off your flesh piece by piece..."

There were waves in Wei Yansi's eyes, and cold sweat dripped quietly from the end of his eyebrows.

The minions smashed her head against the wall, causing his eyes to stare. Before she could react, the cold blade was already attached to her ear, sliding slowly.

It hurts, and blood creeps along the ear pinna and into the neckline.

She is not a rough guy who can bear pain, panting hard, no matter how hard she struggles, it will be useless, but she did not say anything to beg for mercy.

Once through the book, he will die before he has enough addiction. The most regrettable thing is that he hasn't held onto Qu Jinying's golden thighs yet.

That girl should be home, she promised to let the internal officer report her safety...

— Presumptuous... I am the empress of the palace.

——The concubine's body is Qu Jinying, and I pay my respects to Long Live.long live my emperor long live long live

——Brother Yan.

——You have changed a lot compared to when you were a child... You have become softer.

——Who does Mr. Wan want to send the paper boat to?

—Ace.

The moment she called her name, the night breeze was soft and everything was bright.

"Young Master Wan, Young Master Wan." A gentle force shook her slightly.

It felt like sleeping on a small boat, with blue waves rippling the hull, shaking her head in a daze, and the aroma of mint and jasmine floating delicately.

Her slack pupils refocused, and a familiar face came into view, with melancholy, bitterness, and desolation, but her brows and eyes were still gentle, full of the power of green grass breaking through the ground in late spring.

It was the girl who called her name.

"Why are you back?" She was lying in Qu Jinying's arms.

Qu Jinying looked at her with teary eyes: "...help."

Wei Yansi's facial features froze: "Quick... save Fenghe."

She sat up tremblingly, watching the fight in front of her eyes - Qu Jinyao led the long followers of the Hou Mansion, and was fighting to the death with the followers of the Red Lotus Sect.

As for Feng He, he was lying motionless as before.

She walked over staggeringly, sniffing his breath, the boulder hanging in her heart fell down, and she was still alive.

False alarm, false alarm.

"Young Master Wan, let's stay away, swords have no eyes, be careful not to hurt you." Qu Jinying said.

The chief followers of the Hou Mansion are all military commanders, the most brave and resolute, they are red-eyed in two or three strikes, relying on the advantage of their numbers, they suppressed them severely, but they are not vegetarians. Nimble and quick, seeing that the general situation is over, he did not confront him head-on, and all rushed towards Wei Yansi, even if he sacrificed his life.

This move went in the opposite direction, catching everyone by surprise.

Qu Jinyao turned pale with shock: "Long live, get out of the way!"

It was too late, Qu Jinying pushed her away, and raised a palm against the turbulent saber energy, but it was too late, and was cut in the back when he turned around.

The blade cut open the long bamboo-green skirt, accompanied by the sound of flesh cracking.

Qu Jinying's whole body slid down and fell into a pool of blood.The blood stained her bamboo green dress red, and also drained her life, her face was as fragile as a piece of thin paper.

The author has something to say: Isn’t this coming~