The little white mink stumbled, dodging all the way among the crowd fighting hard, and heading towards Feng Qingchen.

The blood stained its snow-white fur red. While it used its two front paws to wipe the blood on its body, it walked towards the center of the crowd.

Its nose twitched, and it identified the master's smell in the rich and pungent smell of blood. It was weak and finally got a little energy and walked inside with all its might.

However, at this moment, its tail was trampled.

A ferocious Beiyan soldier pinched its backbone hard, and he could even smell the stench of blood mixed with sweat on the man's body.

The little white marten screamed in fear, but its screams seemed so weak in the shadow of swords and swords.

Bloody, shouting to kill.

The harsh sound of wars.

All of them made it anxious, and the man's blood-stained hands made it even more disgusted.

But it was just a injured little marten, and after being pinned, it was powerless to do anything, so it could only struggle and roar in despair.

Suddenly, the person who clamped it was kicked away, and it was raised high and fell into a big hand.

It was still in shock and opened its eyes and saw that the person in front of it was covered in blood and could not see clearly. It was afraid that it was an enemy again, so it rolled and crawled to the ground, dragged its injured body, and moved forward with difficulty.

Fortunately, he saw the master who was protected by many people with shields.

The little white marten almost cried with joy. It stepped on its weak and weak short legs and stumbled through the soldiers' feet.

Finally, I found the master whom I longed for. I saw him lying on the ground, his face turned pale and his thin lips were tightly pursed. The little white marten walked over, held his cheeks, and licked the blood on his face with heartache.

It gently patted Feng Qingchen's face and made a faint sound, as if calling and crying.

Sorrowful and desolate.

It has an important medicine to treat Feng Qingchen's eye disease. Only when it is always with you can Feng Qingchen avoid recurrence of old diseases from time to time.

Now it has come and sent the leads.

No matter how painful Feng Qingchen's eyes are, as long as it comes, the pain can be relieved.

At this time, Feng Qingchen's fingers moved, and the little white marten immediately jumped onto him and slapped his cheek with his little claws until he sat up.

The little white marten immediately cried.

Feng Qingchen didn't say anything, and this time he seemed particularly silent.

After sitting upright, he pinched his eyebrows, as if he had become much more awake.

But the tense expression showed that there was a blazing anger in his chest at this time.

Finally, he kicked the little white marten in his arms, touched the bamboo pole beside him, and supported himself with force.

"Tell me where he is."

In just a few short words, it is as cold as the ice on the cold surface of the lake, as if it is coming out of the ground, with anger and darkness.

The little white marten was trembling in fear, but still pointed out the direction where Yuan Si was.

Feng Qingchen shook his arm and nailed the sword sheath into the wall next to him.

With a "boom", the low wall collapsed.

"Mr. Feng..."

The soldiers who raised their shields to protect him were inexplicably shocked and called out tremblingly.

Feng Qingchen seemed to have not heard of it, stepping outside step by step.

The soldiers involuntarily made a way for him to pass through, but before they could give up the passage, they felt a gust of wind passing by in front of them. When they opened their eyes again, they could no longer see the figure of Feng Junshi.

With the high roof, Yuan Si looked down at the battle in front of him, showing a comfortable smile, as if he was admiring something beautiful.

That complacent look clearly interprets the despicable and viciousness.

Suddenly, the different fighting sounds beside him attracted his attention.

He slowly turned around, calmly, as if he was in his heart.

Looking at the two figures fighting fiercely, his lips raised a contemptuous arc: "Oh, the Regent is awake!"

"I thought you would go to your beloved girl as soon as you wake up, but I never thought that I would find me first."

"Don't you really go to the South City Gate first? My elder brother is there. If you go late, you can only collect Bai Mingwei's body. Are you willing to let her die?"

"But if my elder brother catches her, death will be a relief for her, because my elder brother likes to reward beautiful women to his subordinates the most, all of whom are men, and the Regent must know what this means."

"You can no longer protect the person you love the most once, and you can no longer protect the person you love tonight. You are a complete loser, incompetent and sad."

"Hahaha..." Yuan Si smiled happily. He turned around calmly and handed him behind him to the shadow guard who was protecting him.

The fire covered his face, adding a bit of evil and vicious temperament to him.

However, as soon as his smile fell, a cold sword hit his neck.

The sword was extremely cold, like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, climbing on his neck, causing him to feel fear and suffocation.

He knew exactly what he was facing, so he moved his arm gently, and the anklet under his sleeve slipped into the palm of his hand, and he threw it out.

He thought Feng Qingchen would pick him up, but he was wrong.

In the next moment, his hand that abandoned his anklet was cut off by his wrist at the same time before he could recover his anklet. The pain made him unable to help but scream.

But the scream did not last long, and his jaw was torn open violently, blood splattered, and a piece of tongue and head was gone, so he could only make a "whimper" sound.

Feng Qingchen grabbed his collar and smashed him hard on the tiles. Then, his hands and legs were cut off again.

Finally, Feng Qingchen inserted the black sword around his neck, and with a light smile, he came to the world like a devil.

That was the real cold. Even though he was knowledgeable and widely known, he could not help but be shocked by the cold.

"When the Fourth Young Master grabbed my weakness and attacked me, did he think that it was also a reverse scale that I would never touch? You are the hindering mouth and the hindering hands and feet, it would be fine if you don't."

After saying that, Feng Qingchen lifted Yuan Si, who was flowing with blood all over his body, and fell out suddenly.

He was dying and was in the middle of the city guarding general.

The generals defending the city were smashed and retreated repeatedly.

When Wei Xiao, who was almost exhausted, saw this scene, he shouted loudly: "Yuan Si has been killed! Victory is right in front of him, brothers, let's come!"

The soldiers were very motivated, and they set up their formations steadily to deal with the enemies that had begun to mess up.

Feng Qingchen took out the handkerchief and slowly wiped the sword in his hand, as if there was something dirty and ominous to the sword.

The little white marten crawled out of his clothes and stared at him curiously, as if confirming whether the familiar master was still there.
Chapter completed!