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Chapter 43
Ye Zhaoyan ignored his shocked expression, and moved the long sword forward a little.

A streak of bright red blood overflowed from the corner of Ye Yunfei's mouth.

He kicked Ye Zhaoyan on the shoulder, and with the help of reaction force, the sword flew away.

Ye Zhaoyan's right arm felt a tearing pain instantly.
She ignored it and slapped Ye Yunfei's chest with her palm.

Ye Yunfei quickly dodged sideways, dodging the palm, and at the same time flicked his wrist, the spear turned into a cold light and stabbed towards Ye Zhaoyan.

Ye Zhaoyan retreated quickly, dodging the shot, and at the same time, the long sword in his right hand stabbed fiercely at Ye Yunfei.

The moment the weapons in their hands met, sparks burst out.

Ye Yunfei retreated two steps, and swiped the spear again towards Ye Zhaoyan's abdomen, wanting to leave a wound on Ye Zhaoyan's abdomen.

This is his specialty.

"Whizzing."

There were two slight sounds of piercing through the air, and an iron ring as thin as a cow's hair was shot at the barrel of the gun in his hand.

"Ding Ding Dang Dang." The spear was shaken to the ground, making a crisp sound.

"Who?" Ye Yunfei snorted, turned his head quickly, and looked around, his eyes full of vigilance.

Ye Zhaoyan also looked up.

In the rain, there is a hazy figure.

The man stood with his back to her, tall and straight, graceful, with black hair pulled up high, and a blue shirt set off his elegant and lonely temperament, giving people a feeling of repelling others thousands of miles away.

Looking at the man's back, Ye Zhaoyan felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity in his heart.

She raised her eyebrows a little, she didn't meet the Ye family forces all the way, but this person is here to help...

Who is this person?

The cyan figure slowly walked out from the rain curtain, revealing a sharp-edged, handsome face.

As he walked towards Ye Zhaoyan, he said, "You don't need to know who I am."

Ye Zhaoyan's body suddenly froze in place.

The young man in front of him was drenched by the rain, his body was full of wind and frost, his eyes were still bloodshot, and there was a sense of exhaustion in his eyes.

It was yesterday's Ji Sinian.

At this moment, he had already put on a brand new cyan robe, with a red belt tied around his waist, and blossoming plum blossoms embroidered on his girdle, which looked a bit festive.

Looking at his handsome face, Ye Zhaoyan felt mixed emotions, and was speechless for a while.

She didn't expect to see Ji Sinian again so soon, and she didn't expect that he would save her at this moment.

What does he mean?
Or is there another purpose?

Ye Zhaoyan's eyes dimmed, and the long sword in his hand was clenched tightly.

"Why are you here?" she asked, frowning at him.

Ji Sinian glanced at her indifferently, did not answer, but drew his sword and said to Ye Yunfei: "Commander Ye, are you going or staying?"

Ye Yunfei's face was ugly, he stared at Ji Sinian, snorted coldly, and said, "Are you sure you want to meddle in your own business?"

For him, negotiating conditions with opponents before the battle is tantamount to shame.

It's just that he has heard about the sword in this person's hand.

If he guessed correctly, he would be a descendant of the Jiangnan Ji family.

Thinking of this, the corner of his mouth raised a disdainful arc.

If Ye Zhaoyan hadn't stabbed him with a sword, even the Ji family would not be qualified to negotiate terms with him.

"I only know that the affairs of the Ye family are my affairs."

Ji Sinian's tone was very calm, but with a hint of unmoving determination.

His gaze swept over Ye Zhaoyan, and landed on her cheek, "If you take Miss Ye away, I'm afraid that no one in the Ye residence will let me go."

Ye Yunfei's eyebrows showed an angry look: "Even if I kill you today, no one will know that I did it, do you believe it or not?"

Ji Sinian shook his head lightly: "I believe in you, but others don't."

The words were full of meaning, all of which showed that Ji Sinian came prepared.

Hearing this, Ye Yunfei was extremely annoyed, and suddenly aimed at Ji Sinian with the spear in his hand.

Ji Sinian dodged to avoid it, but was caught off guard and his sleeve was cut.

Ye Yunfei glared at Ji Sinian, and said coldly: "My gun remembers you."

Ji Sinian smiled faintly, with a hint of indifference and provocation in his tone, "I will accompany you at any time."

"Okay!" Ye Yunfei spat out a word coldly.

After speaking, his figure flickered and disappeared into the rain.

Ye Zhaoyan looked at his leaving figure, and took a while to look away.

She looked up at the sky and sighed secretly.

It's dawn now, but the sky is so dark under the dark clouds. If you can't leave here as soon as possible, I'm afraid things will change again.

She got up and was about to get on the horse, but she felt that her heavily injured body was a little heavy, her legs gave way, and she fell to the ground.

She took a deep breath, gritted her teeth, stood up hard, then limped towards the horse with her shoulders supported.

Looking at her tottering figure, Ji Sinian frowned slightly.

"Ye Zhaoyan." He called out.

Ye Zhaoyan stopped in his tracks, looked at Ji Sinian suspiciously, and said, "What else do you need?"

His eyes flashed, and he reached out to hold Ye Zhaoyan's arm.

Ye Zhaoyan's body trembled, he struggled instinctively a few times, then looked up at Ji Sinian, and said coldly: "What do you want?"

She hadn't forgotten how she had been in distress, how hostile to him.

She still felt that this person was unfathomable, and she should not have too much involvement with him.

"You're injured." Ji Sinian said.

Ye Zhaoyan gritted his teeth, shook off his arm, and said, "I can do it myself, so you don't need to worry about it."

After saying that, she got on the horse, but her eyes went dark for a moment, and she almost fell off.

Her body shrank in the rain, a little cold and weak.

Seeing this, Ji Sinian moved and supported her.

Ye Zhaoyan's face was pale in the rain.

Ji Sinian didn't speak, just supported her gently, and then steered the horse towards the outside of the rain curtain.

Ye Zhaoyan's body was trembling in the rain, her cheeks were pale, her lips were purple, and she had difficulty breathing.

Her consciousness gradually became blurred, and her eyelids were extremely heavy.

Many images appeared in her mind.

There are warm and sweet scenes in Yefu, scenes of her playing with her grandfather when she was a child, and scenes of her practicing calligraphy with her mother
Thinking of this, she gritted her teeth tightly to prevent herself from passing out.

The current crisis has not been resolved, and she is unwilling to just fall asleep like this.

She is not reconciled, she must overturn the tragedy of the previous life.

"It's here." A clear voice sounded like a jade stone colliding.

Ye Zhaoyan reluctantly opened his eyes, and what came into view was the mansion where he had lived for more than ten years.

There was a burst of relief in my heart.

"Help me down."

Hearing this, Ji Sinian wanted to hold her hand down.

Ye Zhaoyan's face was pale, with a few traces of blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

An indescribable emotion rose in his heart.

Fleeting.

"Wait." Ji Sinian let go of his hand, dismounted lightly, and turned his back to her.

His voice was cold, without any warmth.

"Wait for what?"

Ye Zhaoyan's voice was extremely hoarse, it sounded like two needles were rubbing together.

Ji Sinian didn't answer, his peach blossom eyes were half covered by drooping eyelashes, exuding a complex expression.

Ye Zhaoyan's mind was in a daze, and he still didn't understand the meaning of the words.

Holding her breath, she regained some strength, struggled to fall off the horse, staggered, and staggered towards the gate.

The moment Ye Zhaoyan walked around the young man, the sword in his hand flew out from his cuff, and hit Ye Zhaoyan with the sound of howling wind
"What are you doing?" Ye Zhaoyan's heart skipped a beat, and he fell backward unexpectedly, watching the sword fly towards her.

Ji Sinian suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her back forcefully.

Ye Zhaoyan was spinning for a while, and before he could recover, the young man stretched out his other hand to pinch Ye Zhaoyan's shoulder, and looked at her with burning eyes.

"you!"

Ye Zhaoyan was very annoyed by his actions.

"Bang!"

The long sword hit the door with a dull sound, but it was firmly nailed in the crack of the door.

"I'm sorry." Ji Sinian's voice was low, like a feather gently brushing the tip of her heart.

Ye Zhaoyan felt the hands on her shoulders tremble a little, the boy lowered his eyelids, and his eyelashes trembled.

His lips were pursed lightly, as if trying to suppress his inner emotions.

he is afraid?
She couldn't see his expression at the moment.

"Sorry for what?" Ye Zhaoyan uttered a sentence awkwardly, and couldn't help shaking his body.

Ji Sinian didn't answer, he stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of the sword and lifted it, the sword bounced out of the wooden door and fell to the ground.

The next moment, she felt the boy's fingertips on her neck.

A tingling sensation came, and the eyes gradually turned black.

The door opened slowly with a "squeak", and a few blurred faces came into view from afar.

Ye Zhaoyan's heart trembled, and a bad premonition rose up.

She couldn't see anything in front of her eyes, and the whole world seemed to be plunged into darkness.

　Both are very fat~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)