Yan Huan

Mo Ze frowned, and glanced at the people in Wandering City who were chasing after him. The Lord sent him to Wandering City to snatch the blood blade thread left by Old Man Qianji. Already in ambush and waiting for him to come.

He tried his best to get the blood blade thread, and he was chased and killed by the people sent by Dongsheng, the lord of the wandering city. No matter how he disguised himself, he couldn't escape the pursuit. It seemed that someone had put some unknown tracking incense on him .

The red clothes had been soaked in blood and turned dark black, the wound was so painful that it was numb, and it was too late to pull out the dagger on the back. Faintly unable to suppress it.

Yan Huan was sleeping soundly on the bed. In a trance, he felt someone standing beside his bed gently pushing him. He woke up suddenly and was about to scream when he heard: "Xiaoyan, yes I."

Yan Huan suppressed his voice, sat up, and asked in a low voice, ignoring the cold sweat of fright, "What happened?"

"A large number of people are coming here." Yan Mingrang brought the clothes on the chair to Yan Huan: "We have to leave quickly."

Hearing this, Yan Huan thought while dressing quickly, "Is he from Zheyan Villa?" He left quietly and came to this uninhabited bamboo house in the mountains. Zheyan Villa must be looking for him everywhere.

"I don't know for now." If it is, it's okay, if it's not, Yan Mingrang will definitely protect him when he looks at Yan Huan who is fully dressed.

The two of them rode a horse together and galloped along the path in the mountains. The trees on both sides passed by quickly, and the moist air flew over Yan Huan's face, which wet Yan Huan's temples in a short while.

With the horse's scream, Yan Mingrang put one arm around Yan Huan's waist, jumped up and kicked the horse, and flew towards the forest.

Yan Huan lay on Yan Mingrang's back, listening to the sound of footsteps chasing after him, as he entered the woods deeper and deeper, the smell of blood on the tip of his nose became stronger and stronger, making him feel sick for a while.

Suddenly, there was a sound of sword fighting in front of him, Yan Huan frowned, and leaned close to Yan Mingrang's ear, just about to say to go around, only to hear "Moze, hand over the things", and the words in his mouth changed : "Go and see."

Mo Ze stared coldly, holding the sword in his hand, and the blood on the tip of the sword dripped drop by drop on the corpse at his feet: "Come and get it if you have the ability."

"act recklessly."

Just as the two parties were about to get entangled, they heard someone galloping towards them from one side, with messy and complicated footsteps. There were a lot of people, and they all looked over.

Yan Mingrang rushed over with Yan Huan on his back. Seeing that Mo Ze was surrounded by people, and there were dead and wounded corpses everywhere, Yan Huan's eyes went dark for a while, but he couldn't care about other things at this moment of crisis, so he stretched his hand into the In the lower pocket on the front of the chest, before the other party could react, he threw out the drug in his hand into the air.

Mo Ze reacted first, ignoring the dirt on his cuffs, covered his mouth and nose and held his breath, swung the sword in his hand, opened the gap in the encirclement, and rushed to Yan Huan's side. Responding, quickly backed away.

Mo Ze stood beside Yan Mingrang and looked at Yan Huan on his back. Before he could speak, he saw a white hand stretched out in front of him, with a red pill in the palm: "The antidote."

Mo Ze frowned, took the antidote, and saw Yan Huan took out a pill around Yan Mingrang's neck and fed it to him, he opened his mouth and ate it without hesitation.