Poisonous mad concubine, this prince is too wife and slave

Chapter 889 Fanwai, why do you force me
When he slowly turned his eyes back, what caught his eyes was a picture that almost made him collapse!
Ye Qinghuan's face was full of pain, but he forced a smile, but after laughing, he collapsed powerlessly.

He hurriedly helped her up, looked at her bruised back, but felt bitter in his heart, "Are you stupid?"

Ye Qinghuan twitched the corners of her lips.

"Fortunately, you're fine..."

After a word, she finally fell down powerlessly.

There were sounds of fighting in all directions, and seeing the bloody scene in front of him, his pupils suddenly dilated.

"Ye Qinghuan! Hold on to me!"

He shouted heart-piercingly, but the people around turned their eyes back one after another. The person who cut Ye Qinghuan, seeing Ouyang Ziyu lost his mind, raised his knife and slashed at him again!
Just as the knife was about to fall on Ouyang Ziyu's head, a hand suddenly stepped forward and grabbed his wrist, twisting it violently, the knife in his hand fell to the ground, only then did Ouyang Ziyu see Yu had already flashed to his side, strangled his neck tightly with one hand, and threw him into the distance!

Everyone around looked back, only to see that there was suddenly a lot of blood on the ground, and the man who was thrown out had countless knife marks on his body, and the screams of pain spread all over the place.

Ouyang Ziyu was as crazy as he grabbed the big knife and slashed and slashed at him until the ground was bloody!
His eyes were red, and his head was in a tearing pain.

There were sounds of fighting all around. There were weapons colliding with each other, and some were heart-piercing when fighting together, and some children stood in the distance crying hysterically.

They looked at their mother and father, rushing upwards to protect themselves, and some old people hurried forward to carry them back to the house.

People from all directions are fighting desperately, shouting!
The sound is deafening, just like a battlefield!
However, there were more than 1000 people on the other side, but they only had more than 500 people, and they were forced to retreat after a while.

The head of the clan, Wen Lin, raised his voice and shouted towards the surrounding houses: "Folks, come out together and drive away these robbers!"

"Come on! Drive them away..."

"..."

Ouyang Ziyu in the crowd let go of his hand, and the big knife in his hand suddenly fell to the ground. He stared blankly at the fighting around him, at those clansmen desperately resisting, and at Wen Lin, the patriarch, who was always fighting. shouted.

In a trance, he suddenly felt that the whole world was still...

The sound of fighting in his ears no longer entered his ears, he hugged his head, and suddenly burst into tears...

The picture in my mind seems to be a long, long time ago, that incomparably similar scene, that there are more robbers than now.

I remember at that time, when he was young, he didn't know what happened, but at that time, his mother held him in her arms tremblingly, and gently touched his little head.

They followed behind their father, and then the patriarch's father slammed on the door of each house.

"Folks, let's resist!"

"Rush out together and drive away those robbers..."

"..."

Then everyone in every household did not hesitate, and it passed for a long time.

There are more and more foreigners in the clan. They snatch the treasures of the clan, flirt with the women in the clan, and treat everyone in the Naer clan as lowly slaves!

The father couldn't bear it anymore, he rescued the villagers again, and finally took away all the men in the clan who could beat them.

But none of them came back.

I still remember how my mother hugged herself helplessly and cried bitterly in a corner.

He hid in her arms without fear, as if he was hiding in the safest place in the world!
But that embrace was gone.

In the final chaos, every child's warm embrace disappeared...

He saw with his own eyes that many houses in the clan were on fire. A group of unsatisfied people, like picking out treasures, threw the beauties of the clan into the carriage one by one, and some even dragged them directly into the house.

He saw a lot of good children huddled in the corner, and when they were dragged into the carriage, they cried loudly.

It was the scene of the mother's death again.

As long as he touches the memory of the Naer tribe, his mind will be completely occupied by that picture.

Lingering.

Nothing lingers.

He shook his head like crazy, but he still saw the scene that made him suffocate again.

That was the last time he stayed in his mother's arms, and she held him, his back dripping with blood.

He forgot how to cry, but clearly remembered every word she said.

Her tone was extremely weak, and she touched his little head.

"Fortunately, you're fine..."

Then she seemed to be calling him to run away, but he seemed to be frozen, unable to move.

Trafficked and fled.

After entering the brothel, he escaped again.

In the end, he couldn't escape, and entered the snake den, squatting in the corner trembling, almost shedding tears for a lifetime.

He thought he would never cry again.

In order to take revenge, step by step, he finally stood at the top of the four countries.

Turning hands is a cloud, covering hands is rain.

On this vast Continent of Confusion, as long as he thinks, even if he wants to happen, he can make anything happen.

The chaos in the world is within reach.

How could he just give up and give up...

The stinky girl he had so hard to forget, how could he say that he remembered it, and he remembered it...

I'm so unhappy.

It's good to be like this all the time, the kind-hearted Ouyang Ziyu of the seven clans is much more pleasing than the Ouyang Ziyu who has done all kinds of bad things...

Looking at the fighting in all directions, and looking at the people lying on the streets of Nuoda, they all suffered minor injuries...

Are these people playing house?

Seeing that there are only a few of those tribesmen left, and then looking at the Feilong Gang, there are five or six hundred left, standing in front of them densely, some holding big knives, and some helping people on the ground one by one.

Wen Lin and the others covered their wounds, and began to step back step by step. Ouyang Ziyu frowned, and finally stood up slowly.

"Why are you forcing me?"

As he spoke, he bent down slowly, picked up a big knife in one hand, and walked towards the person opposite him step by step, "Obviously I've completely forgotten it, why do you force me to remember it?"

I don't know what's wrong, the person in front of them still looks the same, but they always feel that the person who is approaching bit by bit has completely changed.

Or maybe a soul.

A trembling soul.

But it was only quiet for a while, and then everyone looked away. The leaders Xuan Li and Zhang Qi held long swords, and their veins bulged.

Xuan Li took a step forward and pointed at them with his sword: "If you dare to fight with me, I tell you, you are finished! Today, I took the heads of so many of you. In a few days, all of you will be killed." Everyone in the clan will go to the west!"

After saying that, a figure suddenly stepped forward, and then, he chopped off his hand pointing at everyone with a knife!

"what……"

Xuan Li shouted heart-piercingly, his complexion instantly pale as snow.

(End of this chapter)