After wearing a book, my pampered little poor is the prince

Chapter 70 Yuanyuan Is Injured

"Xiao Yan."

Shen Nanyuan said with difficulty: "What should Xiao Yan do!"

There are three people, Xiao Yan is only one, he has not been learning martial arts from Shen Sinian for a year, what will he do.

But in the rain, Meng Chuyue couldn't hear what she said at all.

The hand holding her was so tight that there was no way to break free.

Inside the house, the three assassins watched Meng Chuyue run out from the hut, but Xiao Yan stood in front of him with a menacing aura, and his brows were full of rage, they dared not act rashly.

The surroundings were filled with a desolate and murderous atmosphere, and the three of them suddenly moved, holding their swords and leaping up, swinging the long swords, bursting out a cold light.

Xiao Yan's body flickered slightly, and taking advantage of the gap between one of them, he turned his wrist and swung his knife away. The blade turned suddenly and came straight to the man's neck. Dodged, leaving only a bloodstain on his neck.

He attacked quickly and fiercely, avoided the stabbing sword, and then forced the blade towards another person. The sharp blade cut the face of that person, and blood sprayed out immediately.

His eyes were so dark that it made people feel terrified.

Shen Nanyuan's soles slipped and fell to the ground, and the rain hit her clothes, making her feel heavy and uncomfortable, as if she was carrying a jack on her back, and she struggled to get up.

Qing Yan and Meng Chuyue helped her up, the front was still foggy, but she could vaguely see the outline of Puyue Temple not far away, Shen Nanyuan turned her head, the worry and anxiety in her heart made her unable to calm down.

Xiao Yan knows martial arts, but can he beat three people?

What is going on here? Why did something that never appeared in the original book appear suddenly!

Countless thoughts filled her mind, and the cold and heavy feeling made her brain almost explode.

At this time, Qing Ling's expression brightened: "Someone is here."

Shen Nanyuan squinted her eyes when she heard the sound and looked over, the hazy figure gradually became clear, the complexions of the four people suddenly changed drastically, they took a deep breath at the same time and moved back carefully, just hoping not to be discovered by that person figure.

They were dressed exactly the same as those three assassins, so it looked like they were in the same group, maybe one of the three, maybe someone who was on guard outside, and came down to catch them when he saw them running away.

Either way, it's probably not good.

The uneasiness in Shen Nanyuan's heart gradually deepened, and she only hoped that Xiao Yan would be fine.

Fortunately, the rain was loud, and he didn't seem to notice them under the mist. Shen Nanyuan watched his figure gradually disappear from sight, and pulled Meng Chuyue to run towards Puyue Temple.

But in an instant, Qinglong exclaimed in a low voice: "Miss!"

Shen Nanyuan subconsciously pulled Meng Chuyue to the side, a sudden sharp pain came from her arm, and a sharp sword passed through the right side, accompanied by blood and rain, with a cold light, and her There is only a short distance between them.

Seeing that he hadn't succeeded, the man swung his sword and was about to slash at him. When Shen Nanyuan, Meng Chuyue, and Qing Yan didn't even have time to react, another sword blocked him quickly and ruthlessly. The first is the swift and violent attack that he can't resist.

He tried his best to receive the attack, but it was still difficult to parry, the sharp blade was pressing, and every attack was ruthless to put him to death.

Shen Nanyuan clutched her arm in unbearable pain, blood surged out from between her fingers, and fell to the ground drop by drop, blurring bright red.

She raised her eyes and saw Shen Si Nian's face like a cold star, with a sharp and awe-inspiring shadow, and there was a trace of blood in the bottom of her eyes.

He easily knocked the sword out of the assassin's hand, flew over and kicked the man to the ground fiercely, but he didn't kill him, he just stabbed the sword into his arm ruthlessly, listening to his wailing sound, he turned around the sword in his hand.

Qing Yan was crying for a long time, looking at the blood on Shen Nanyuan's arm, she was at a loss: "Young master! Miss is injured!"

Shen Si Nian suddenly pulled out the sword in his hand, blood splattered, accompanied by the assassin's wailing sound, the guards around Shen Si Nian who followed closely behind grabbed the assassin, Shen Si Nian walked quickly, covered in air-conditioning and The smell of blood.

"Kite kite."

His eyes also seemed to be stained red by the blood on Shen Nanyuan's body, and Xiaowei Shen, who had always been calm, was flustered and didn't know what to do.

Meng Chuyue stared at him blankly, her eyes turned slightly, and landed on the assassin who was still howling in a low voice. The apology in her heart made her nose sore.

Who are these people coming for? She can see clearly.

It was obviously aimed at her, but she was not injured at all, but Shen Nanyuan was injured.

The guilt was so overwhelming that her eyes turned red.

Shen Nanyuan grinned her teeth in pain, the hot feeling spread from the wound to her whole body, as if she had been slashed by countless sharp knives, stimulating all her nerves, tears fell down unconsciously, she lowered her head With a low whimper, he said, "Brother."

Shen Si Nian's voice was hoarse: "Brother is here."

"Go and help Xiao Yan," she cried out in pain last time, "he can't beat those three people."

Shen Sinian couldn't care about anything else.

"Brother will send you down first."

"I'm fine," Shen Nanyuan was a little anxious, "Go up and see him, I'm really fine."

Seeing this, Shen Si Nian had no choice but to give the umbrella he brought to Qing Bing and Meng Chuyue's maid, then glanced at Meng Chuyue's red eyes, and comforted him for a while: "Miss Meng, don't worry, I won't If something happens, Yuanyuan will trouble Miss Meng to send it to the hospital."

Meng Chuyue nodded vigorously: "I will definitely send Yuanyuan there safely."

Shen Sinian nodded slightly, glanced at the assassin from the corner of his eye, and his voice suddenly became cold.

"Take him back!"

The rain on the ground has been stained red with blood.

There was Shen Nanyuan, and there was that assassin.

Shen Sinian looked back at his sister worriedly, then walked quickly to where Xiao Yan was.

There was bright red blood all over the ground.

The three corpses fell to the ground, and a few drops of blood splashed onto Xiao Yan's face, adding a bit of viciousness for no reason.

There were footsteps outside, and he could tell that it was from the year of meditation.

Xiao Yan slowly took the sword back, knowing that it had been a year of meditation, she felt relieved.

But seeing the redness in his eyes that hadn't completely subsided, his hands tightened suddenly.

"What's wrong."

"Yuan is injured," Shen Si Nian glanced at the three corpses on the ground, "She has been asking me to come and see you, in case something happens to you, your current martial arts are more than enough to deal with these three people .”

After he finished speaking, he turned his head, only to find that Xiao Yan was no longer where he was, and he could only see his back running quickly in the rain curtain not far away.

(End of this chapter)