Help, the male protagonist wants to attack me

Now that he was discovered, An Siyuan came out of his hiding place slowly. Why would he meet this plague god more often when he was alone? Although this place is not far from home, for the safety of his brother, he should go elsewhere Well cited.

"Chengkang, the grievances and grudges between you and the old man have nothing to do with me, why do you insist on arresting me?"

"Father pays off the debt, since he only has you as his apprentice, it can only be blamed for your bad luck." Cheng Kang grinned, "Your internal strength has not yet recovered, and you dare to come here."

"You're wrong. The old man didn't ask me if I agreed with him when he took me as an apprentice." An Siyuan said and retreated, intending to use his lightness skill advantage to distance him before him, but Cheng Kang saw it. He was thinking carefully and stopped talking to him, only to see his wrist flick, and a scimitar came spinning, the speed was as fast as a silver plate, An Siyuan stepped back with his toes and leaned back rapidly , the sharp blade was only half an inch away from the tip of the nose, and the hair that was still flying in the air was cut off in unison.

The scimitar circled back and was held in Cheng Kang's hand again. He smiled contemptuously,

"Why isn't your gluey little follower by your side today?"

"Bah, if you can't talk, don't say it." An Siyuan spat, "Besides, how do you know he's not here?"

"If he is really here, how can he make you so embarrassed."

At this moment, a wind suddenly blew up in the mountains, and the already crumbling leaves fell one after another. Normally, it would be a scene of autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves, but now, with a chilling aura, Cheng Kang made a sudden move, and a pair of scimitars danced. It was airtight, so An Siyuan had no choice but to hold his sword to resist. He was able to keep up with the routine at first, but such extremely fast hand speed for a long time required deep internal strength to support him. Gradually, his speed slowed down obviously. .

An Siyuan clenched his back molars tightly and persisted. Although he could barely protect his body, his clothes had been cut several times. Cheng Kang knew that An Siyuan was no longer his opponent at this time. The pleasure of playing cat and mouse, the direction of the scimitar was already weirder than that of a sword, he danced it dazzled on purpose, seeing An Siyuan's overwhelmed look, he was very happy in his heart.

But the hunter always loses patience, and as it gets late, Cheng Kang puts away his playful attitude and plans to make a quick decision.

Looking at An Siyuan again, he is gasping for breath, his clothes are ragged and bloodstained, his eyes are red but he is still staring at Cheng Kang fiercely, at this moment he is almost the same as the vicious villain in the original book Now, maybe I really have to explain this to this point this time, since it is so, it is better to fight to the death, if you don't kill him, you have to maim him. Besides, there is no need to be afraid of death, maybe you will return to your home when you open your eyes, It's just a dream.

Cheng Kang was stunned by An Siyuan's fierce eyes. He didn't expect that An Siyuan, who usually looks harmless to humans and animals, would show such an expression, but he quickly calmed down. No matter how fierce it is, in his eyes , An Siyuan is no different from a corpse.

An Siyuan shouted violently, and took the initiative to attack, but the Nirvana sword was originally taught to him by Cheng Huai. Although he created it himself later, it was very easy to decipher Cheng Kang's familiarity with his brother, but An Siyuan It was a completely reckless style of play, and it actually knocked him back a little bit.

Cheng Kang is no longer willing to procrastinate any longer. Although An Siyuan's fighting style is ruthless, there are more loopholes. He kicked An Siyuan in the abdomen. Stepped on the head.

"Cheng Huai must be very lonely down here, you good apprentice, go and accompany him." As he spoke, he raised the saber, and the scimitar was about to slash An Siyuan's neck.

An Siyuan had already closed his eyes and waited for this moment to come, but there was a "bang" from above, sparks splashed everywhere, and Cheng Kang stepped back a few steps. An Siyuan tried his best to open his eyes, only to see a figure Throwing away the broken sword in his hand, he bent down to pick up the Nirvana sword that fell on the ground, and stepped forward to block him. Is it Ye Zhiqian?Before he could think, he fell into a coma.

"Oh, it's really not the right time to come." Cheng Kang shook his head, he was not afraid of An Siyuan, but he was quite afraid of Ye Zhiqian, and he still hasn't figured out where Ye Zhiqian's unusual swordsmanship came from. However, he clearly knew that if he really fought, he might fight for a long time, and now that his physical strength was not at its peak, if he really fought for a long time, he might suffer a loss.

Ye Zhiqian turned his head and looked at An Siyuan, who was already unconscious on the ground. Anger, fear, and regret intertwined, and then he looked at Cheng Kang, his gaze was as sharp as a sharp knife, and the breath around him suddenly changed, and even the air seemed to start The sword energy and internal force were distorted, and the target was directed at Cheng Kang. A fallen leaf floated down from between the two of them, and was instantly shattered into dust.

Cheng Kang was shocked, he only realized this time that Ye Zhiqian's martial arts might have already surpassed his imagination, and a vicious fight was ready to go!

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An Siyuan suddenly opened his eyes, but found that his throat was hoarse, and his body hurt even if he moved a little. He looked at the surrounding soft quilt, a man sitting on the bedside table, resting his head on his hands in exhaustion.

"Brother..." An Siyuan struggled to make a sound, An Siqiao woke up like an electric shock, his eyes were full of surprise and heartache,

"you're awake!"

An Siyuan nodded, drank the hot water brought by his brother, his throat was like rain after a long drought, although he was a little hoarse, he could still speak,

"Brother, what's going on? Why am I at home?"

"You...!" Ansi Hashimoto wanted to blame habitually, but seeing his brother's weak and miserable appearance, he swallowed those scolding words forcefully, "It's not your friend who rescued you back, what are you doing? How many enemies are there outside?"

"Only this one, really, your brother has always been a chivalrous man outside." An Siyuan grinned hard, "What happened to the person who rescued me?"

An Siqiao paused but did not answer, he stood up, "I'll call Mr. Qu."

After a while Qu Yanchen came over, checked him up and down,

"Fortunately, although you look miserable, you didn't suffer too many internal injuries, just take care of yourself."

"Was it Ye Zhiqian who rescued me?" An Siyuan grabbed Qu Yanchen's wrist and asked urgently, "Where are the others?"

"He..." Qu Yanchen's eyes wandered and he hesitated to speak, An Siyuan looked even more anxious,

"Speak quickly!"

"Forget it, I won't hide it from you, go and see for yourself." After speaking, he helped An Siyuan up, "He's in the next room."

Seeing Qu Yanchen's appearance, An Siyuan was completely panicked. Why did they look like this? Could it be that Ye Zhiqian was seriously injured to save him?His heart was pounding suddenly, his legs were a little weak, and he stood up with two efforts.

In the next room, in just a few dozen steps, countless pictures flashed through An Siyuan's mind. The figure he saw before he fainted must be him. Why did he go looking for him? What kind of thrilling fight was there? Was he seriously injured by Cheng Kang? Just when his thoughts were confused, he stopped.

"It's here, go and see for yourself." Qu Yanchen sighed, turned around as if he couldn't bear to look any more, An Siyuan braced his body, took a deep breath and pushed open the door.

This room is not big, and you can see the bed under the window when you enter it. It is almost dusk at this moment, and the afterglow of the setting sun shines in, casting a layer of golden soft light on the person lying on the bed. Everything looks like this Calm, Ye Zhiqian is as comfortable as if he is asleep, but at this moment, he shouldn't be able to hear the sound of the door, so why doesn't he open his eyes.

"Qu Yanchen, what happened to him?"

Qu Yanchen didn't turn his head back, but shook his head with trembling shoulders, "Go and be with him."

As soon as these words came out, An Siyuan felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured from his head to his feet, and his whole body instantly became icy cold, even his heart seemed to have stopped beating.

"Impossible...how could he be?"

He seemed to have forgotten the injuries all over his body, and the pain with every step he took. He slowly approached the bed step by step, as if one step earlier would confirm this unacceptable fact a second earlier.

"Ye Zhiqian?" He sat on the edge of the bed and supported his body with his arms. Ye Zhiqian lying on the bed didn't seem to have any scars, as if he was asleep. An Siyuan gently pushed him, but there was no any response.

"Qu Yanchen, why did he become like this?" An Siyuan tried his best to question, "Tell me the truth!"

"Although he looked normal on the surface, he suffered from serious internal injuries. Most people would die on the spot with such severe internal injuries, but he still tried his best to bring you back. After he came back, he was already... ..." Qu Yanchen's voice trembled and he couldn't continue.

An Siyuan couldn't speak anymore, his chest seemed to be blocked tightly with a stone, even breathing became very difficult, he took a deep breath before he could barely make a sound,

"Why are you looking for me? It doesn't matter if I die, you are different..."

An Siyuan didn't know why he was suffering. Was it because he was afraid that the world would collapse, or because the story couldn't continue?It doesn't seem to be the case, what he doesn't want to part with is this person, who he always thought was just a paper figure in a book, who won't really have human-like feelings.

But this person who should be his mortal enemy can run, jump and breathe, protect him carefully, and follow all his boring or joking thoughts,

"I was wrong..." An Siyuan apologized in a murmur. He should have told Ye Zhiqian how important he was to him earlier. It was so important that he couldn't bear his sudden departure. Tears seemed to flow out uncontrollably, and he was already choked up. Too speechless, lying on the bed sobbing suppressedly.

An Siyuan, who was immersed in grief, lost the ability to think. He only knew that he couldn't accept this fact at all. While muttering to himself, he didn't even know what he said, and suddenly he heard someone above his head Sighing, he was hugged into a warm embrace in the next second, An Siyuan's eyes were blurred by tears, and before he had time to realize what was going on, he heard the distressed voice above his head complaining,

"Qu Yanchen, I'd say it's too much."

What? !Isn't this Ye Zhiqian's voice? An Siyuan struggled to get out of his arms, wiped away his tears, and saw that Ye Zhiqian who was dying on the bed just now was sitting upright on the bed, and reached out his hand to wipe away his tears.

It was only then that An Siyuan suddenly realized that he had been tricked by their teamwork. Ye Zhiqian had noticed his lifeless appearance just now, this man was so embarrassing!