Chapter 97

"Who's home?" Sikong Ling asked defiantly

"This is Nangong's boat! Let's not say that our little boat can't surpass at all, that is, we can. Who dares to break the ground on Tai Sui's head? "

After hearing this, Sikong Ling's big dark eyes slipped away and said, "that's a coincidence. Who is Mr. Qingshan sitting on our side?"

"Sir, may I have your honor?" The old man is very cooperative.

"He is the future son-in-law of Nangong family." Sikong Ling shakes her head.

"Go away!" Meng forgetting Chuan is funny and helpless, "boy full mouth no line, I see you are to eat a lesson again!"

"Oh, master, it's a first-class beauty in this world to please men and women. Why do you hide it? I don't know who is still carrying the fan pendant sent by the second Miss Nangong. I turn my head and turn my face and I don't know who I am! "

"You --"

"brother forgetting Chuan," Jiang chenbi suddenly got up and said faintly, "why don't we go to the boat to see the Nangong family."

Meng Yichuan frowned, "why? It's not that we can't go ourselves

"On the one hand, Nangong family's pioneers really owe us a favor, and we should thank them face to face. On the other hand, I think most of them also came for the Wulin meeting. Everyone was in company with each other and took care of each other. Three of them --"

Jiang chenbi raised his eyes, which should have been lively and spirited. Now, even though they are full of stars, they still can't see a flickering light, Silence is like a deep pool.

"Three, it's not easy for two people to love each other in the world. Take advantage of the fact that the two places do not know where they are, we should cherish them."

The two young ladies of the Nangong family were on the boat. Nangong Jinyuan was very pleased to see Meng engchuan. However, elder sister was not too presumptuous. "Miracle doctor, Miss Jiang Si, little devil."

One by one, Nangong Yizhu also came in from the bow of the boat, and said with a smile, "I said it's really a coincidence that it's not a book. The first sister is still thinking about the miracle doctor. In a flash of an eye, she saw it. It's predestined."

Nangong Jinyuan blushed, "elder sister laughs at me!"

"It's not that you laugh at you. It's better for you to hang out with the doctor than to hang out with those dandies."

Jiang chenbi found that even though the eldest lady of the Nangong family was deep in her mind, she was also indulged in her sister.

"We don't know where we are going. If we go by the way, we can go together." Nangong Yizhu asked Meng engchuan with a smile.

"Take part in the Wulin conference and join in the fun." Meng was unwilling to cover up, and said the purpose directly. Nangong Yizhu also laughed, "that's a coincidence. Jinyuan has been clamoring to open up her horizons. My father didn't trust her to come to her home, so he asked me to accompany her."

"The second lady of Nangong is very skillful, and the martial arts of the eldest lady in Lingshan dew can be called amazing," Meng nianchuan exchanged greetings with her, "Alas, it seems that there are two of them. We are not going to play any more!"

"The miracle doctor praised it falsely." Nangong Yizhu chuckled and stopped talking for several times. Finally, she asked, "eh, I remember that master Yan and the miracle doctor Meng are not in focus, and they are not separated from Meng. How can I see the miracle doctor instead of him now?"

Meng and Jiang take a look at each other.

Should we tell the Nangong family that Yan Yi is missing? If told, will it be pursued by Nangong Yizhu?

The two almost reached a tacit understanding at the moment when the four eyes were opposite. Meng Yichuan said with a "Hi" smile, "let's make you laugh at it. Their husband and wife have made a bit of a fuss. Yan Yi doesn't know where to play... Tell me about this guy..."

Nangong Yizhu has noticed that Jiang chenbi's disguised face doesn't look like a happy one just now Hearing Meng forgetting Chuan himself said so, naturally there is no doubt of him, and even, there is a trace of light happiness in the heart.

It turned out that Jiang chenbi would make him unhappy.

Although he thought about it, he didn't show a trace of gaffe on his face. He was still so dignified and elegant with a smile, "in a man's house, it's easy to be charming for a time. Miss Jiang Si doesn't have to worry about it."

After the exchange of greetings, Jiang chenbi rested in the guest room in the cabin.

She was mentally disordered and even lost the strength to play with Nangong family.

As soon as he touched the bed, he fell into a deep sleep.

Maybe she thinks about it every day and dreams at night. Jiang chenbi dreams of wearing white clothes and is standing on her feet not far from her. Surrounded by fog, she could not see the man's appearance clearly. However, with that familiar outline, she still asked, "Yan Yi... Is that you?"

The man did not answer yes or no, just stood there in vain. For a moment, Jiang chenbi felt his back was lonely and lonely.

It's like... He's never been alone.

"Yan Yi, why don't you talk?"

"I'm sorry, I don't want to drag you into this darkness." The man finally opened his mouth, but the voice was still so far away.

"What do you mean?" Jiang chenbi was completely confused. He held out his hand, but he couldn't see his fingertips clearly in the fog. "Where are you going? ... we agreed to share weal and woe and support each other? "All of a sudden, there was a rustling sound all around. Jiang chenbi saw the vines... Just like the thin vines of a baby's hands and feet. They grew up crazily and wound the man's limbs layer by layer... Blood slowly trickled out from the vines...

"I'm sorry..."

the man's voice became more and more low.

"I'm sorry..."

Jiang chenbi was awakened by the sound of her falling to the ground. She didn't know whether the shrill cry in her dream was made by herself, just gasping for breath.

Soon there was a low greeting from the maid, "Miss Jiang Si, what can I do for you?"

"You go down. It's nothing." Outside the door came Meng's voice.

When Jiang chenbi saw a green shirt coming slowly, he brought the door with him, and gradually recovered from hysteria.

"Look at you. You're sweating. Wipe it off." Meng nianchuan handed over a brocade handkerchief.

Jiang chenbi doesn't answer, and her eyes are free and helpless.

"Forget Chuan, I see him... He is suffering, he is suffering!" Her ten fingers tightly grasped Meng's hand, and the man comforted her, "don't worry, it's just a nightmare."

"No, it's true!" Jiang chenbi's nose was so sour that she almost burst into tears. "Yan Yi was standing there alone, and I wanted to keep up with him, but he..."

What Meng nianchuan thought of was that when he first extracted poison for Yan Yi's gold needle, he saw something strange about the man's body. For a while, he didn't know whether to say it or not.

To tell the truth, he also felt very strange. Even if Yan Yi was injured and couldn't come to see them for a while, why didn't he take a message? Is there anything better than him in detoxification? If Yan Yi is taken away by Xiao Yunjing's people, how can we say that we have to send someone out to discuss the conditions?

Well, if he died suddenly, would there be no news in the world?

Whether it is auspicious or ominous, there should be a omen. Instead of being so silent as now, can a living person disappear without a trace?

Unless - unless it's a man who wants to hide from them?

This absurd idea was fleeting. Seeing Jiang chenbi's face, he sighed and touched the girl's hair like an elder.

"Dreams are contrary. Maybe Yan Yi's absence at the moment is also due to his compulsion. We still choose to believe him, OK?"

Jiang chenbi's eyes were empty to the distance, "I hope so..."

blood smell.

It's a strong blood smell that can submerge people.

Yan Yi couldn't tell whether it was sweat or blood, his blood or other people's blood? The palm has been soaked with sticky blood, even vaguely feel unable to hold the sword handle.

Killed another man, a sword through the heart.

He saw the unwilling and despairing eyes of that man when he died. Perhaps he left the identity of a prisoner. He also had a wife and children, an elder and a close friend? But that's all unimportant, come here, only war and death two endings.

"I killed you!" The roar from his throat came from behind his back. Yan Yi rolled away from the man's greatest strength. He dodged around his back, and suddenly took out his sword and chopped at the deadly pulse. Half of the neck was split, and blood gushed out.

Perhaps people have seen that this seemingly gentle and white man is not expected to be easy to deal with, but when there is no way out, Yan Yi's ruthlessness will only stimulate people's madness. At this moment, the three surviving people rush in.

That's the eye of the beast.

Yan Yi leaped and moved between the light of the sword and the shadow of his sword. Every inch of his blood was shouting, boiling and fighting. But his more clear intuition was that he was tired and weak from all over the body.

If you really can't hold on, this body is at the end of its tether.

With a knife in his back, Yan Yi fell to his knees, and the blade of his sword was inserted into the soil. He watched the blood gushing from his mouth and nose, dropping to the ground and quickly being eroded away.

The broken hair on his forehead was blocked by blood and sweat. He could not see the eyes of those people, but he knew that there was almost no one there, hoping that he would live.

"Some incense." The voice of the high priest was as if from the other end of the sky.

Those guys finally stopped attacking, and their blood red eyes were staring at the burning place of the incense sticks, and the eagerness in their eyes was almost crazy.

Half incense, soon.

He lowered his eyelashes and suddenly wanted to use this bright sword to end up with himself, at least in the battle, rather than in the future countless humiliating days forced to do evil, muddle along and live.

Let me die here.