step by step

Chapter 178
The man didn't seem to have been prepared for the sudden attack by Ye Zhaoyan, who was completely limp. He groaned when she pinched him, and his body shook slightly.

"How could you?" His pupils widened instantly, and he looked at Ye Zhaoyan in disbelief.

Just when he was in a daze, Ye Zhaoyan took the opportunity to break free, and the hairpin on his wrist stabbed the man again, catching him off guard.

Ye Zhaoyan took the opportunity to turn over and stood up, bent his knees to the man's crotch, and at the same time flipped his wrist, the long sword pierced into the man's chest, and the bright red blood immediately flowed out and splashed on her face.

"Ah!" The man let out a shrill scream, and knelt down in front of Ye Zhaoyan.

Ye Zhaoyan held the blood-stained sword hilt in his hand, looked at the blood bubbling from the man's chest, his heart was beating violently, and his body was shaking uncontrollably.

"Su Wenyu, you're actually going to kill me!" the man roared sadly,
Ye Zhaoyan used up the last of his strength and kicked the man's chest hard, sending him flying.

The man fell heavily to the ground, a heart-piercing pain came from his chest, his eyes were closed tightly, and he passed out.

Ye Zhaoyan's strength was exhausted, and the long sword in his hand fell to the ground with a "bang".

Panting in shock, she stared closely at the man on the ground until she regained a bit of strength, then struggled to get up, picked up the robe on the ground, put it on, and staggered towards the door.

Just as Ye Zhaoyan turned around, the man on the ground suddenly opened his eyes, with a look of viciousness flashing in his eyes, he struggled to take out a black pill from his arms and stuffed it into his mouth.

"A long-awaited jade"

The man's voice came from behind, and came towards Ye Zhaoyan with a gust of wind.

Ye Zhaoyan dodged in a panic, stepped on the ground, and fell to the ground.

She raised her head and looked back, only to see the man on the ground a few steps away from her, holding her long sword tightly in his hand, staring at her with scarlet eyes.

"Ha ha."

The man sneered, "I really underestimated you. You were able to stay sane under my mist. If it weren't for that, I really didn't know that you still have such superb martial arts. I was negligent for a while, and you almost gave me a blow." Killed, Su Wenyu, you are so cruel!"

Ye Zhaoyan struggled to get up, "What do you want to do?"

A strange smile appeared on the man's face, he approached Ye Zhaoyan step by step, and said word by word: "I want your life to be worse than death."

Ye Zhaoyan stepped back, her body hit the wall, and there was severe pain in her back. She leaned against the cold wall with her hands on her back, staring at the man with her eyes, "Stop deceiving yourself, I'm not Su Wenyu at all. .”

"Su Wenyu, don't try to lie to me, I won't believe it! I won't let you go." The man said ferociously, and struck Ye Zhaoyan with both hands.

Ye Zhaoyan was almost exhausted, and it was inevitable to avoid it.

The heat in her body was getting higher and higher, and a sense of shame emerged from the bottom of her heart.

Her body was rigid against the wall, thinking about countless possibilities in her mind.

Just at this critical moment, a blue shadow flitted across the eaves and entered through the broken skylight. The blue light flashed across, and two sword lights penetrated the man's body. It gushes out and splashes onto the wall.

"Ah..." the man let out a shrill scream, and the long sword in his hand fell to the ground. One hand was struggling to get it into his bosom, but was stabbed by the sword and nailed to the ground.

"Ah!" There was another miserable scream, and the man couldn't get up again.

Ye Zhaoyan looked back, and saw Jiang Yehan standing in the room, holding a long sword in his hand, with drops of blood still hanging on the sharp blade of the long sword.

Seeing Jiang Yehan coming to rescue her, she felt relieved, and slowly slid her body to sit on the ground.

Seeing that Ye Zhaoyan was in a mess, Jiang Yehan hurriedly helped her up, and asked with concern, "Are you all right?"

Ye Zhaoyan shook her head in confusion, a layer of mist floated in her eyes, her fingers tremblingly wrapped her robe tightly, and an inexplicable emotion was shaking violently, as if it was about to jump out of her body.

There was only a white apron left on her body, and there was some abnormal flushing on her snow-white skin, her heart was heaving and falling rapidly, and it kept rising and falling with her breathing.

Jiang Yehan's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he reached out and tore off the hem of his robe to cover her face, covering his fair skin.

Ye Zhaoyan closed his eyes tightly, pinched the corner of the skirt tightly with a pair of slender palms, gritted his teeth and forcibly restrained the impulse in his heart, and did not dare to move.

A trace of worry arose in Jiang Yehan's heart, he quickly hugged Ye Zhaoyan, and gently placed her on the quilt.

Ye Zhaoyan was lying on the bed, his body was still trembling uncontrollably, one hand was holding onto Jiang Yehan's arm, and the other was pressing tightly on his heart, with an extremely painful expression on his face.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Jiang Yehan stretched out his hand to rest on Ye Zhaoyan's pulse, and found that Ye Zhaoyan's pulse was very disordered, as if he had just used some kind of evil medicine, which made him frown, and vaguely guessed something in his heart.

"Wait for me, I'll get you some water."

After speaking, Jiang Yehan got up and searched in the room.

After a while, he brought a bucket of water.

Ye Zhaoyan's body curled up into a ball, like a weak kitten, Jiang Yehan soaked the towel and wrung it dry, leaned down to wipe the sweat from Ye Zhaoyan's forehead.

The slightly cool towel touched Ye Zhaoyan's icy skin, and an electric current ran through her body, causing her to sigh softly, and involuntarily approached those hands.

The movements of Jiang Yehan's hands froze, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes stared at Ye Zhaoyan, his throat seemed to be stuffed with cotton, making it difficult for him to swallow.

Her body was very hot, as if it had been cooked, her cheeks were flushed, and her brows were full of painful and tangled expressions.

There was a trace of panic in Jiang Yehan's heart, and a vague and strange fragrance wafted in the room, making him fascinated, a little turbulent.

He got up quickly, picked up the cold water on the side and poured it all over himself.

Then he continued to reach out to help Ye Zhaoyan wipe off his sweat.

He was only wearing a thin white shirt, which was wet with water at the moment and stuck to his body, revealing a delicate and beautiful collarbone and a firm chest on the abdomen.

Ye Zhaoyan turned over in pain, the cloth robe in front of him slipped off, revealing a piece of snow-white.

Jiang Yehan's gaze was fixed on the top, and his deep eyes became dark. He stood up abruptly, hugged Ye Zhaoyan, and prepared to put Ye Zhaoyan into the wooden barrel, intending to use cold water to cool her down.

As soon as his fingers touched her hot skin, he felt a pair of slender arms clinging up and wrapping around his waist.

He looked down, and saw Ye Zhaoyan's eyes were closed, his cheeks were flushed, his eyelashes drooped slightly, and he looked like he was at your disposal.

(End of this chapter)