Demon Phoenix Evil Emperor: Killer Crazy Concubine

Chapter 70 Are you moved? At a critical moment, Yang Feng stabbed Xiao Yan with a sword. Xiao Yan immediately countered with the blade of the sword. When the sword edge stabbed on the blade, he heard a hissing sound. Xiao Yan retreated a few steps, and was about to When he fell off the platform, his right foot stopped and he forced his body to stay on the stage.It's just that the body still suffered internal injuries, and some blood oozes from the corner of the mouth.

Yang Feng couldn't bear it, "You have already lost, why do you still have to fight hard?"

"There are two ways to lose. One is to be knocked out of the ring, and the other is to die on the ring. There is only one way I can lose, and that is to die on the ring." Xiao Yan said firmly, she did not forget Jing Yi just now. What Rong said to himself.

Yang Feng's reluctant eyes ooze a little anger, "You are torturing yourself at all! You don't want to die, do you?!"

"My life belongs to the Crown Princess." Xiao Yan slapped out, Yang Feng immediately took half a step back, Xiao Yan jumped behind Yang Feng and stood in the center of the ring, "I will not lose."

Yang Feng had no choice but to hold the sword again, "Me too."

The two continued to fight again. In fact, everyone present could see that Xiao Yan was already at the bottom. If it was someone else, they would have given up already, and they didn't know why they desperately held on.Yang Feng didn't give Xiao Yan any chance to counterattack, but he also showed mercy to her, at least he didn't directly end her with a sword.

All martial arts practitioners know that in the face of such a difficult opponent, the best way is to kill the opponent, otherwise she will only pester herself forever.

"You will exhaust yourself like this!" Yang Feng roared at Xiao Yan unbearably.

Xiao Yan saw the pain in Yang Feng's eyes, her heart tightened and she felt that it hurt even more than the injury she suffered just now, "I'm sorry."

"You're not only torturing yourself, you're torturing me!" Yang Feng finally said it out, he didn't want to fight Xiao Yan anymore, Xiao Yan would only exhaust himself to death.Seeing Xiao Yan's weakness, Yang Feng closed his eyes and kicked at Xiao Yan, the best way was to let her fall off the ring.

When everyone thought that Xiao Yan was going to fail, Xiao Yan clasped her hands on the edge of the ring, and then flew down on the ring with all her strength, wiping the blood from her mouth, "I said, I will only die In the ring."

"Do you think I will be happy in this life if I kill you?" Yang Feng's eyes were full of pain.

Xiao Yan understood Yang Feng's affection, she understood it last time, but would Yang Feng understand her own affection?In this world, except for the crown princess, she would die willingly at his hands alone.She would never be able to choose him between him and the crown princess, because without the crown princess she would have no reason to live.But hurting him, Xiao Yan couldn't do it either. How lucky she was that her martial arts were not as high as his, and she was so glad that she couldn't hurt him, otherwise her life would be worse than death.

"I'm sorry," Xiao Yan understood Yang Feng's pain and all his inner thoughts, but now except for these three words, except for this heart, she couldn't give him what he wanted.Since you can't give him what he wants, it's better to hide your heart.

Xiao Yan still chose to continue. She stabbed at Yang Feng with the sword, thinking that Yang Feng would still fight back this time, but she didn't expect Yang Feng to stand straight and not move.Xiao Yan hurriedly wanted to take it back, but it was a pity that the sword energy was so fierce that she was powerless to recover, so she could only control her strength as much as possible.

The sword pierced Yang Feng's shoulder, but Xiao Yan was injured by herself in order to control the strength of the sword. The internal injury deepened again, and more blood overflowed from her mouth.

Yang Feng ignored the shoulder where Jianfeng was sinking, and took a step up because of Xiao Yan's worry.Xiao Yan immediately took a step back in surprise, not wanting to hurt him any more.

All the people looked at the scene on the stage inexplicably, King Jun Qi was expressionless, as if Yang Feng was not his subordinate or came on stage for him.

Jing Yirong glanced at King Junqi, King Junqi was indeed calm enough, and now he was more willing to part with his subordinates than anyone else.

Nalan Qingyi looked at Jing Yirong, and couldn't help but said, "Yirong, if this goes on, they will only lose. Young Master Yang has saved Xiao Yan before, this..."

"Do you want Zhijin to die?" Jing Yirong interrupted Nalan Qingyi, Nalan Qingyi was slightly stunned and stopped talking.

Crescent Moon, who had been silent all this time, also looked at Jing Yirong, "Jing Yirong, your heart should be made of stone, even Nalan Zhenqi couldn't bear to look at you any longer, but you can still look at you."

Jing Yirong ignored Yueya, her eyes fell on Xiao Yan, telling her to choose what she couldn't bear, but Nalan Zhijin was still waiting for them to go back for treatment.

Xiao Yan drew out her sword, "Young Master Yang, you killed me."

"You know it's impossible for me to kill you." Yang Feng said helplessly.

"Since Mr. Yang said so, let's compete for the last move." Xiao Yan held the sword, "We stand opposite each other and stab each other's shoulders together. Whoever stabs the other's shoulder will win. If you stab If you touch my shoulder, I'll throw in the towel."

"Are you serious?" Yang Feng asked.

Xiao Yan nodded solemnly, "I won't lie to you."

"Okay." Yang Feng took a few steps back, held his sword and pointed it at Xiao Yan's shoulder, "I won't let you this time, even if I stab you, I will stab you down."

"Me too." Xiao Yan held the sword again, turned her head slightly to look at Jing Yirong, her eyes were full of shame.

Jing Yi frowned, feeling that something was wrong.

The two ran towards each other at the same time, and when they were about to stab each other, Xiao Yan suddenly turned her body slightly, Yang Feng looked at Xiao Yan in disbelief, she was looking for death!The place where my sword pierced was not her shoulder, but her heart.

Yang Feng felt as if his heart was about to suffocate, and the people watching the battle couldn't help but be amazed by Xiao Yan's actions, but what admired her more was her stubbornness, she would rather die than admit defeat.

Yang Feng's sword was about to stab Xiao Yan, and even he closed his eyes as if he gave up. If he really killed Xiao Yan, it would be a big deal for him to apologise, anyway, he didn't feel sorry for King Junqi.

A cyan figure suddenly appeared, pulling Xiao Yan back a step, holding the sword tightly with her right hand, and the sword stopped in mid-air.The movement of the cyan figure was so fast that no one else could see clearly how she took Xiao Yan away. When everything was still, Jing Yirong stood in front of Yang Feng, bleeding profusely from his right hand.

"Young Madam!" Xiao Yan shouted in shock.

Duan Yuliu closed her fan and watched the scene on the ring, frowning unconsciously.Compared to the last time, Jing Yirong's martial arts were much higher. If it was someone else, her fingers would have been cut off at this speed, how could she still be able to grasp the sword.

"Yirong!" Nalan Qingyi's heart ached, he ran straight to Jing Yirong, jumped onto the ring, and held Jing Yirong's bleeding hand, "How is it? Does it hurt?"

Jing Yirong shook his head, then jumped off the ring.

Yang Feng won this game, but it was a bit thrilling to win.King Jun Qi couldn't help raising his eyebrows, even with just one glance, in his eyes Jing Yirong should be a cold-blooded and ruthless person, but he didn't expect to shed blood for his subordinates in the end.

Xiao Yan got off the ring and knelt down in front of Jing Yirong, "This subordinate deserves to die."

"Get up," Jing Yirong let Nalan Qingyi rub the medicine on himself, "this matter is over, don't mention it again."

Xiao Yan understood that Jing Yirong didn't blame herself, but she felt a little guilty about Jing Yirong's injury.

Nalan Qingyi looked at Jing Yirong's bloody hand, his heart seemed to be tightly squeezed by a big hand, making it hard to breathe, slowly wiped away the blood for Jing Yirong, wiped his hand With the powdered medicine, there was pity in his eyes that even he couldn't detect.

Duan Yuliu's fox eyes were narrowed, and he saw all of Nalan Qingyi's movements and expressions. The corner of his mouth raised an unpredictable smile, a little bit of mockery, a little bit of sarcasm, and a little bit of rejoicing.

In the end, the winner of the ring was Yang Feng, but this was only the first round of competition, and tomorrow was the second round of competition.There are three rounds of competition in three days, if the winners of the three rounds are three people, then it is strange that the doctor Liumo will do things for whomever he wants to do according to his own preferences.If the real person dares to disobey and make trouble, Yuluozhuang is not free, of course it will protect the safety of the strange doctor Liumo.

Jing Yirong and Nalan Qingyi returned to the residence that Duan Yuliu had arranged for them. Nalan Qingyi kept his face sullen all the way and didn't say a word, except occasionally to check whether Jing Yirong's hand was bleeding again. Not a word was said.

Jing Yirong was not used to it, she was used to Nalan Qingyi's talkative and thoughtful words, the sudden silence made her not know what to do, even if the two of them were sitting in the room, Nalan Qingyi only cared about pouring tea for Jing Yirong , drug testing, and nothing else.

"Speak." Jing Yirong said bluntly.

Nalan Qingyi looked blank, "Say what?"

Jing Yirong was taken aback for a moment, "Go out if you don't have anything to say."

"I..." Nalan Qingyi was silent for a moment, then heaved a long sigh, "I want to talk too, but there seems to be something stuck in my heart, so I don't feel so dull that I can't even speak .”

"Are you injured?" Jing Yirong couldn't help being a little worried in surprise.

Nalan Qingyi nodded, "Maybe he was injured?"

"Where does it hurt?" Jing Yirong helped Nalan Qingyi's hand, but he couldn't get the pulse.

Nalan Qingyi held Jing Yirong's uninjured hand and placed it on his chest, "It hurts here. I don't know why from the moment I saw your hand bleeding, it felt like a heavy stone was pressed here. No matter how you want to get rid of it, you can't do it. Yirong, it's really dull here now."

Through the thin clothes, Jing Yirong could feel Nalan Qingyi's beating heart, the slow rhythm seemed to be pressing on something, a bit dull.The temperature of the body slowly poured into Jing Yirong's body through the fingertips. Jing Yirong never knew that the temperature and mood of one person could be transmitted to another person through such a situation.

They must be too close, otherwise, how could such a thing happen, how could the two people's hearts seem to be connected.

Jing Yirong withdrew his hand as if being electrocuted, only he knew the heat of his cheeks, and only he knew how much his heart rhythm had sped up.The longer she was with Nalan Qingyi, the less she could control her heartbeat, this is what she needed to be vigilant about.

Nalan Qingyi looked at Jing Yirong's bewildered background, a smile slowly opened on the corner of his mouth, and he stepped forward to gently hug Jing Yirong, "Are you a little bit moved by me? Even just a little bit?"

Jing Yirong retreated away from Nalan Qingyi's embrace, and stayed away, she was afraid to answer his question.

Nalan Qingyi took another step forward, "If you don't want to answer, I won't ask."