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Ji Huai started to feel dizzy after running a few steps, but when he saw Zhan Hua's blood-stained snow-white monk robe, he gritted his teeth hard and dragged Zhan Hua out desperately.

However, when they reached the entrance of the cave, the two people's footsteps slowed down.

Outside the cave gate, Huan Ziang folded his arms and smiled at them, "Young Master Ji Qi, forgive me, but my subordinates are not doing enough to protect you, so I will come to pick you up myself."

With a pale face, Ji Huai almost subconsciously reached out to block Zhan Hua behind him.

Zhan Hua froze for a moment, then turned his head to look at Ji Huai.

Ji Huai's jaw was tight, and he even trembled while holding his hand, but he still said in a calm tone: "I can go back with you, the whole thing has nothing to do with him, you let him go first."

Huan Ziang's eyes fell on Zhan Hua, and he nodded slightly, "It's easy to say."

Ji Huai heaved a sigh of relief, just as he was about to turn his head to talk to Zhan Hua, a cold arrow brushed past his shoulder and went straight to Zhan Hua's heart.

A few seconds later, Ji Huai stared at Zhan Hua's hand holding the arrow in horror, and the light blue blood vessels under his pale skin burst out.

Zhan Hua casually threw away the arrow that had pierced his heart, and looked indifferently at Huan Ziang who was still smiling.

Ji Huai could even feel the slight trembling of Zhan Hua's hand clinging to his arm.

He looked at Huan Ziang angrily, and said angrily, "How can you keep your promises!?"

Huan Ziang spread his hands and said with an innocent face: "Seventh Young Master, you have misunderstood this, we did not shoot this cold arrow."

Ji Huai gritted his teeth and stared at him, "Isn't it you, there are others?"

"It's not them." Zhan Hua raised his hand to stop him lightly, his eyes passed Huan Ziang and others, and fell on a group of people standing in the distance.

It was only then that Ji Huai discovered that there was another group of people besides Huan Ziang, and the other party was dressed mysteriously, all wearing black robes, and he couldn't even see a strand of hair, let alone identify the other party's identity.

Huan Ziang glanced sideways, clapped his hands and said with a smile: "Oh, this is really a rare scene, you are all from the warehouse, why are you so rude when you come up?"

Ji Huai was confused when he heard it, but his heart was cold. No matter what kind of power it was, he and Zhan Hua always felt that he and Zhan Hua were two fish on the chopping board.

Zhan Hua glanced at Ji Huai, who was pale and tightly clutching his wrist, and for some reason, a trace of boredom arose in his heart——

I don't know if I'm tired of Ji Huai's weakness or these people's pursuit.

However, Ji Huai's next words made him startled.

"As long as you protect Zhan Hua, I will agree to any conditions." Ji Huai said to Huan Ziang.

Huan Ziang was slightly surprised, his eyes turned around the two of them, and he smiled meaningfully, "Young Master Ji Qi is really... amazing."

Ji Huai pulled Zhan Hua to protect him behind him, as if he wanted to use himself as a shield to protect him, even if there was a cold arrow, he would shoot him first, he only said calmly: "You Just say yes or no.”

Huan Ziang couldn't figure out Zhan Hua's true identity for a moment, he just thought he was a monk invited by the Ji family, and said with a smile: "Of course, the seventh son, it's a deal."

Ji Huai gritted his teeth, "It's a deal."

As soon as he finished speaking, Huan Ziang snapped his fingers, and the next moment the two sides fought together. In the shadow of swords and swords, Ji Huai approached Zhanhua and whispered in Zhan Hua's ear: "Don't believe anyone, find a chance later escape."

Zhan Hua looked at him in surprise.

Ji Huai originally grabbed his wrist, but now he directly changed to hold his hand, so strong that he trembled, but he still insisted and said to him: "Trust me, I will definitely protect you."

To Zhan Hua, this sentence is really naive and ridiculous.

However, Ji Huai's grip on his hand was so strong that it made people feel pain.

The wrist of that hand was still scribbled with a circle of cloth, and the blood was already stained.

Zhan Hua stared at Ji Huai's hand indifferently, feeling a little regretful that the bloodletting was interrupted just now, otherwise Ji Huai would have turned into a corpse now, so there is no need to say so much nonsense and do so much It's superfluous.

Plainly disturbing.

The author has something to say:

Zhan Hua (indifferent): The blood should be drained just now.

Ji Huai (although afraid but just): Let's find a chance to run!

Husband tortured for a while (dog head)

Originally, I wanted to have three thousand chapters, but now let’s just let it go~ (dog head × 3)