Tang Qu led Song Zong out of the house and fought for a while. Then, he heard anxious calls coming from the gate of the courtyard: "Xiao Qu! Has anyone saved it? Someone came over outside the house with a large number of soldiers, as if he was fighting with soldiers outside the house... We need to leave quickly! We must not reveal our identity."

Without exception, Song Zong also heard the call outside, and then smiled coldly and said, "It turns out that it is not Ning Nanyou's person! Let me see who else wants to force my Song Zong into the death state!"

He said as he grabbed the gate of the courtyard.

Tang Qu subconsciously gave up the girl in the house and ran out of the yard. He knocked off Song Zong's sword with one sword and protected his son. Song Zong was about to rush up in a crazy manner.

Tang Qu immediately pushed the wooden wheel chair and quickly evacuated towards the place where they sneaked in.

He ran fast, and before Song Zong chased after a few steps, he had already seen him run out of the wooden door on the side.

Listening to the rumbling fighting outside, Song Zong stopped and continued to return to the yard and rushed into the house.

Jiang Chengjia was pulling his clothes and trying to run out. Before he could leave the house, he saw Song Zong return again, and despair arose in his heart.

Song Zong once again violently kept her in bed.

The repeated impacts made Jiang Chengjia no longer have any strength to struggle. She protected her belly tightly, and her body was covered with purple red marks and wounds. Her pink outer robe had long been torn to pieces, and her middle robe and underwear almost lost the effect of covering it. Her snow-white skin, like cream, was completely exposed to the air, making Song Zong even more jealous.

Seeing that she had no strength to struggle, Song Zong smiled lewdly and said, "Jiang! No one will come to save you again today! You must be mine! After taking me to enjoy it, I will take you to the underworld together!"

He kissed Jiang Chengjia frantically on the chest between his neck.

The woman under him could no longer bear it. She had always held back her tears and finally started crying, shouting: "Get out! Don't touch me!"

She continued to struggle, even though she lost all her strength.

Until the man riding on her suddenly froze and stared at her under her with a pair of copper bell eyes; until the blood in his chest pounced on Jiang Chengjia's face; until he was picked under the bed with a sword, Jiang Chengjia gradually stopped crying, quickly sat up from the bed, then wrapped the bedding on himself, huddled in the corner and trembled wildly.

Ning Nanyou was standing in front of the bed at this moment, looking at the trembling woman in the corner with a pale face, and his heart was as painful as a knife.

He knelt carefully on the couch, approached Jiang Chengjia step by step, and whispered softly: "A Luo... don't be afraid, I'm here... I'm here."

Jiang Chengjia was trembling violently, and raised her eyes in panic and looked at Ning Nanyou. Her eyes that were opened red were soaked in tears at this moment.

She closed her mouth and hid hard in the corner.

Seeing this, Ning Nanyou couldn't help but shake his body, and his face showed regret, and stopped one meter away from her.

Jiang Chengjia has never been as scared or despair as she is today. This despair is different from when she learned about Fu Yang's death. It is a despair imprinted in her heart that she is powerless to fight.

She was really afraid, afraid that she would lose a child again, and afraid that she would face Du Yang with a broken body in the future.

She only felt the blood on her neck and face was extremely disgusting.

She tried to wipe away the blood on her face and the saliva left by Song Zong on her neck, but she felt more and more disgusted.

Ning Nanyou watched her suddenly holding the cushion and rubbing it violently on her body, and then panicked: "A Luo...A Luo, what's wrong with you?"

Jiang Chengjia stared at her a little out of control, her lips trembling constantly. She stood up and knelt in front of Ning Nanyou, saying a little crazy: "Water...I want water! I want to bathe! Bath! Bath..."

Ning Nanyou had never seen her lose her mind and look at a loss in pain, so he hurriedly said: "Okay! OK! I'll let me cook water and prepare a soup pool!"

He rushed out of the house and shouted at Ye Zhen who was cleaning the yard outside: "Ye Zhen, go get water, boil water, and find a bucket!"

Ye Zhen got the order and rushed out of the yard to find the wooden barrel.

Ning Nanyou returned to the room, continued to lie on the edge of the couch, and said gently: "Soon soon...soon, the water will come soon...Aluo, don't worry, I'm here, I won't leave."

Jiang Chengjia stared at him, and tears came out like a spring.

She looked at herself in such a mess, and looked at Ning Nanyou's face and was a little broken. She hugged in the corner and cried silently, not daring to cry, and she trembled desperately.

Seeing her look like this, Ning Nanyou felt heartbroken.

He stood up, carried the already dead Song Zong, and dragged him out of the door, and then carefully closed the door.

Ji Xianzhi had just finished dealing with the matter outside and ran towards the room, and Qian Shan was also following him.

As soon as the two entered the yard, they saw the dead Song Zong staring with his eyes, his mouth open, and blood foam was left between his mouth and nose, and he lay motionless on the ground.

Ji Xianzhi was shocked and said, "Lord...what is going on? Song Zong... is dead."

Ning Nanyou kept staring at Song Zong, and the sword in his hand was about to move.

His eyes were almost cracking, red, and his eyes were filled with resentment and irresistible anger.

Before Ji Xianzhi could continue to ask questions, Ning Nanyou took the sword in his hand and slashed at Song Zong crazily.

The two people at the door were shocked and hurried forward to stop them.

Ji Xianzhi looked at him like this and said a little scared: "Lord...what is wrong? What's wrong?"

He could not stop Ning Nanyou, and Qianshan did not dare to approach the man with strong violent murderous intent on his body at this moment, and watched him stab several swords into Song Zong.

This seemed to be his anger. Ning Nanyou suffered a lot of injuries due to fighting with the Guangxin City Defense Forces. After a moment, he knelt in front of the door exhausted.

Ji Xianzhi quickly squatted down and held the shaky Ning Nanyou

It seemed as if it was guilt and annoyance, as if it was self-blame and pain. Ning Nanyou lowered his head, and his heart couldn't help but feel pain. As long as he thought of Jiang Chengjia's appearance just now, he felt guilt and sad.

If it weren't for him, perhaps Jiang Chengjia would not have suffered the pain he is now.

If he hadn't been careless, if he hadn't told himself repeatedly that Jiang Chengjia had deceived him, how could she have suffered everything?

Qianshan asked tentatively, "Lord...What happened? What is the heroine? Where is the heroine? Did the lord find the heroine?"

She was most anxious about Jiang Chengjia's situation at this moment, and she didn't care how tired Ning Nanyou was at this moment, and asked anxiously.

Ning Nanyou looked at her and said in a weak voice: "She is in the house."

Qianshan then looked up at the closed room, and the next moment, he immediately rushed in.

Ning Nanyou supported himself, staring at the unrecognizable corpse of Song Zong on the ground that he had long been chopped by him, and said coldly: "Uncle Ji, I want you, I will be punished immediately! I want him to dismember him!"

Although Ji Xianzhi didn't know what was going on, he saw Ning Nanyou losing control, and seeing Jiang Chengjia in the house, and seeing Song Zong's clothes and chest and legs naked, he knew what happened.

He nodded immediately and said, "Here... I'll do it now."

Just as he was about to leave, Ning Nanyou grabbed him and said, "A few days ago... the group of dead soldiers and water pavilions who assassinated me... still have any living mouths?"

Ji Xianzhi nodded and said, "Yes..."

Ning Nanyou gasped and said, "Go... take them to the prison room, interrogate them carefully, and check the whereabouts."

Ji Xianzhi said helplessly: "Lord...isn't it...it must be done by the female king?"

Just now, the scene of Song Zong lying on Jiang Chengjia's body squirming was always lingering in Ning Nanyou's mind. He couldn't hear what Ji Xianzhi said, but just yelled out of control: "Go quickly!"

Ji Xianzhi was startled by him and nodded quickly and said, "I'll go now."

Ning Nanyou sat on the ground powerlessly, watching Ji Xianzhi dragging Song Zong's body out of the yard.

A bright red and curved blood stain remained on the mud.

Qianshan entered the room and saw Jiang Chengjia's cheeks tremblingly hiding in the corner. She immediately ran over and said in a panic: "Aunt...Miss...What's wrong with you?"

Jiang Chengjia heard the familiar voice and immediately looked up. Seeing Qianshan sitting at the head of the bed, she cried in a lost voice: "Qianshan? Qianshan... Qianshan!"

She called out several times and rushed towards Qianshan in a blanket.

Qianshan spread her arms and saved her helplessly, hugged her trembling body and asked anxiously, "What's wrong? What's wrong?"

The quilt slid down Jiang Chengjia's shoulders. Qianshan saw the purple scars on her body and the blood stains printed on the quilt, and her chest immediately hurt like arrows piercing her heart.

"Who did...who?" Qianshan asked in a trembling voice, containing an unstoppable anger.

Jiang Chengjia shook her head, shed tears, leaned on her shoulder and said, "No one...No one... don't mention it, Qianshan..."

Qianshan was unwilling to give in and continued to ask: "Is it Song Zong? Miss... tell me, is it Song Zong?"

Jiang Chengjia covered her ears, her lips turned pale and said in pain: "Don't ask anymore, Qianshan, don't ask anymore."

Seeing her like this, Qianshan's tears fell down. She hugged Jiang Chengjia, who was frightened, and comforted her with a sore nose: "Okay...good...I won't ask."

But she knew at this moment that this was done by Emperor Song, otherwise Ning Nanyou would not have chopped and killed Emperor Song's body out of control.

This person from Song Zong! It is no exaggeration to cut him into pieces!

Qianshan clenched her fists and her eyes turned red.

After a while, Ye Zhen burned hot water, found a large wooden barrel, and found a house with better sealing properties. He hurried to the courtyard to call Ning Nanyou.

"Lord...the water is ready."

Hearing Ye Zhen's call.

Ning Nanyou, who was still in a state of dismay, stood up in a hurry at this moment, rushed into the room, carefully leaned against Qianshan and Jiang Chengjia and said, "A Luo... I'm ready to go... Can I carry you?"
Chapter completed!