Chapter 952

"Jingyi"

Cao An helped the little monk to stagger back. He saw the dagger slashing at Feng Yi's back. He couldn't help but scream, which made Feng Yi realize that he rolled on the spot in embarrassment, and then he escaped.

"Let's go - let's go with the master!"

Feng Yi's face was tense. He didn't have time to say anything more. He just roared and immediately stood up and continued to fight.

But where did Cao An take the little monk?

Baili Jingqi's eyes stare at the villains who are killing each other. He looks at Feng Yi, who is defeated by them. His hands are clenched into fists, but his legs are not willing to move.

"Master"

Cao An's eyes were red with anxiety. He looked anxiously at Feng Yi and nervously at the little monk. He had long lost his backbone.

"We can't leave Feng Yi alone."

The little monk stared at the three people fighting together in front of him, almost gnashing his teeth.

Cao An didn't want to go at all, but now he saw that Feng Yi was no match for him. If he was defeated, what would he and his master do?

"Well, I can't help myself!"

The two masked men attacked each other from left to right, and eventually brought Feng Yi to the ground.

With a sneer, he stepped on Feng Yi's hand to his feet. One of them, who seemed to be the leader, raised his sword and pointed it straight at the little monk and said arrogantly:

"Do you still want this man's life? If you want to keep him alive, leave a finger, or I'll cut off his head at once

The sharp broadsword suddenly cleaved toward Feng Yi's neck and stopped at a distance of less than an inch in Cao An's frightened scream.

The little monk's body was straight. He was biting his back teeth, and his eyes were swollen with indignation.

"What? I really don't care about the life and death of this person who is fighting for you! "

The masked man looked at the little monk and sneered. He slowly rubbed the blade toward Feng Yi's neck, but for a moment, the red blood trickled down the blade.

"Don't - don't kill him! Cut, cut my finger

Cao An's face was pale. Seeing the little monk's body shaking, he seemed to want to come forward. He quickly stopped in front of him and yelled.

He knew that the master would cut off his finger for Feng Yi's sake, but as a slave of the master, how could he watch the master hurt his body?

He is the eldest grandson of the emperor of Dayong Dynasty. He is likely to be the king of the future. How can he be incomplete for the sake of a mere bodyguard?!

Cao An ran towards the masked man and Feng Yi, but before he moved a few steps, another masked man came forward and slashed with a big knife, which made his legs limp and he fell to the ground.

This is not a finger to him, clearly want his life ah!

"Your finger is not worth money at all. If you want to get a life back, it's the little monk's finger."

The masked man who stepped on Feng Yi gave a cold hum. He didn't look at Cao an at all. He looked at the little monk fiercely and began to wink at another person.

Sure enough, they came for the master!

Feng Yi tightly pursed his lips and took advantage of the masked man. All his attention turned to the little monk. He suddenly stood up with a carp and waved his firewood chopper in order to give his master a chance to escape.