Mr. Jiang is not driving today

...Jiang Xun wanted to scold the public a little bit.

He could feel that the scale knife wedged into his body had no spiritual power, it was just an ordinary blade.

But this simplest murder weapon can actually penetrate his formation.

Sensing that the spiritual power to maintain the formation was obviously weakened, the princess showed a sweet smile, and slowly closed the fingers of her right hand, Jiang Xun's knees softened, and the bones of her body seemed to be crushed by the unbearable weight. After a kaleidoscope-like halo, numbness in the limbs, I only felt a burst of pain to nausea, and finally couldn't help vomiting violently. Not that much to spit out.

The sound of burning, cracking, and yelling from outside seemed to be far away from him. Jiang Xun only vaguely caught a line of ridicule from the princess: "Mr. Made a fortune."

... three years?What three years?

Jiang Xun blocked the wound tightly, but he couldn't stop the blood gushing out like a stream. The red carp blade folded several times in his chest cavity, smashing his lung lobes to pieces.Amu panicked in his body, desperately controlling his right hand to stop the bleeding: "Xiao Xun! Xiao Xun...don't! Don't die...don't be here...I don't want..."

The princess seemed to be tired of seeing Jiang Xun in pain, and with a light wave of her hand, the blade squeezed out of his wound, dripping with blood, and flew back to her fingers.

She smiled sweetly, put the blade to her lips, stuck out her lilac tongue, and licked the blood on the blade: "Young Master Qin, don't blame me, I wanted to give you a good time..." She said , the princess looked around the burning wall of fire, showing an extremely naive and extremely vicious expression of joy, "But who told you to be disobedient."

...What the hell does the original owner have to have a big heart to sleep with such a pervert?

Jiang Xun knelt on the ground, with bright blood foaming from the corners of his lips, and asked in a hoarse voice, "What kind of enmity do you... have against me... and me..."

The princess laughed wildly: "It's nothing. The Yuyang Qin family only has you as a male. If you die, just thinking about your parents' expressions will make me feel happy."

Smiling and laughing, the prince's expression suddenly froze.

She lowered her head in a daze, looking at a raccoon hook that had penetrated more than three inches into her lower right abdomen, tilted her head, and let out a "huh".

Over there, Jiang Xun, who had vomited blood and turned himself into a blood gourd, stood up staggeringly, wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, and said contemptuously, "...take medicine if you are sick."

The Qin family is good at forging weapons. Jiang Xun has at least seven treasures on his body, and a raccoon hook is nothing.

On the other side, Jiang Xun sighed to A Mu: "The nanny skill that comes with it is really easy to use."

Amu: "..."

Jiang Xun: "...you won't forget that I still have this function?"

Amu: "...forgot...QAQ"

The princess watched Jiang Xun's bloody hole in his chest, which was still tearing just now, close towards the center at a strange speed, and finally returned to its original smooth appearance, with no trace of the burn on his face. , even released a more excited and scorching brilliance than before: "You?..."

Before the princess could finish her words, the half-burning wall of fire suddenly collapsed, and the sparks splashed a slanting red light in the direction of the sword energy, like a meteor passing by in the night, following the meteor flying There was also a slightly trembling voice: "...Qin Mu!"

When Yu Miao saw the blazing fire in Qin's house, he quickly turned back. At this time, six or seven people had gathered at the door, and the children of each family looked at each other, all at a loss. I only practiced the technique of real wood, so I was helpless.

Luanxue was held down by two disciples, one on the left and the other on the right. He struggled violently, his amber pupils were filled with tears, and he called out "Young Master" in a voice, his hands were already covered with burns.Those two people shouted "Don't go to die", and looked at the fire scene full of fear.

Seeing Yu Miao, a young disciple of the Zhan family hurried up to meet him: "Master Yu! You are the most cultivated person among the disciples of the various families, so please don't worry about past suspicions..."

Yu Miao didn't stay by his side at all, he pulled out his waistband and walked straight towards the flames, his ugly face made the young boy dare not say anything, seeing Yu Miao drawing his sword, he thought He wanted to cut a small entrance to save people, but with just one swipe of Guangcheng, half of the wall collapsed, and the break was as straight as a ruler.

The children present couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief, and they all sighed in their hearts: Mr. Yu really deserves to be a gentleman like Zhilan Yushu. He dared to rush into the fire to rescue Mr. Qin who had a feud with Yu's family. Guangcheng really deserves to be a unique artifact. The son is a perfect match...

In the next second, Yu Miao resolutely threw Guangcheng's bushes aside, as if throwing a fire stick, and went straight through the split entrance.

Brothers: "..."

When Yu Miao entered, the first thing he saw was Jiang Xun, who was kneeling on one knee with his back facing him and his head in his arms. The sparks were flying, reflecting the bloodstains around him like flowers blooming in purgatory.

At that moment, Yu Miao's face turned completely pale, and he rushed forward a few steps. Before his hand touched the man's shoulder, the blood-soaked man turned his head and looked at him with clear eyes. After a few seconds, he breathed a sigh of relief: "It's you. I was scared to death. I thought the house was going to burn down."

Yu Miao's right fist clenched suddenly, and he almost couldn't hold back and hit Jiang Xun in the face.

When Jiang Xun was about to get up, he folded his chest a little, and immediately couldn't stand his feet in pain. One hand staggered and fell forward, but one hand grabbed his wrist tightly, and the other resisted force. Jiang Xun leaned against a warm field. On the way, Yu Miao asked coldly from above: "...are you injured?"

He just had no strength left, so he covered his still-torn chest with one hand, and said in a low voice, "...put me down, uh—I'll take it easy."

Yu Miao looked at his bloodless face, and pressed his palm against his bare chest.

There was still a moist, warm and fishy smell there, and there was no wound, but as soon as he touched it, Jiang Xun let out a painful "um" and bowed his waist.

The lingering pain was still there, and a slight touch would be heart-piercing. Jiang Xun could not move in Yu Miao's arms, so he could only sum up his current situation in three words tremblingly: "...It's terrible."

Yu Miao said no more.

He threw Guangcheng outside the wall just to free up his hands.

Jiang Xun's body lightened and he panicked when his feet left the ground. He stretched out his arms subconsciously, wanting to hug something, and wrapped them around Yu Miao's neck.

Yu Miao picked up Jiang Xun and walked out quickly.

Breathing a breath of fresh air, Jiang Xun was refreshed, and he had the strength to speak, and said hoarsely: "People. There are people inside."

Yu Miao walked away without turning his head and turned a deaf ear.

Jiang Xun thought he was unclear, so he tried his best to speak clearly: "It's Gou Kiss the Empress.... The one who killed Minglu, the one who let the fan-faced beauty in, and the one who wanted to kill me."

Yu Miao finally had a reaction: "...It's just right to die."

Hey, brother, your setting is a righteous person, a gentleman like jade.

But thinking about the decisive Yu Guanqing in the original book, Jiang Xun felt relieved.

This is the legendary "as cold as winter to the enemy", right?

Since it was indeed the pervert in the rumored hook-kiss princess, and Jiang Xun had no interest in sleeping with her, then she deserved her death in the fire.

As soon as Jiang Xun was carried out, Luanxue rushed over, almost snatching Jiang Xun from Yu Miao's arms, hugging Jiang Xun's body, rubbing his sweat-wet hair against Jiang Xun's shoulder, calling out loudly: "My son, my son..."

Thanks to Luanxue, no one except him saw the scene of Yu Miao carrying Jiang Xun out.

Jiang Xun tilted his head and saw the burn marks on his hand. It was horrifying, his flesh was scorched in several places, and he frowned unconsciously: "Luanxue? What happened?"

Discovered by Jiang Xun, Luanxue wanted to hide her hands shyly: "No, it's okay. Young master, it doesn't look good..."

Jiang Xun interrupted him directly: "...you wanted to break in just now? With your hands? Don't you know how powerful the fire is?"

The punctured Luanxue's expression became aggrieved and guilty, and he stammered: "...I have to open the window. Save the young master. But Luanxue is useless..."

Jiang Xun didn't say anything to Luan Xueduo any more. He pulled his badly injured palm, pulled out the long sword at his waist, and clasped it neatly, cutting the palms of both hands. Blood flowed to Luanxue's wound.

Luanxue was so anxious that she wanted to cry immediately: "My lord!"

In the next second, his expression became puzzled, he let go of his hand, and looked at his palm soaked in Jiang Xun's blood.

...the burns miraculously disappeared.

He took Jiang Xun's hand, looked left and right, but couldn't find any wounds.

Jiang Xun squeezed Luanxue and squeezed his eyes: "Is the young master powerful?"

Luanxue nodded, her eyes were full of bright stars: "...awesome!"

Yu Miao, who was standing on one side, had an ugly expression on his face. He hid his burned right hand behind his back, turned around, picked up Guangcheng, and stepped into the scene of fire again.

Hearing the noise, Jiang Xun turned his head to look at him, when a group of disciples rushed over, even Gong Yi was there.The leader Zhan Mei squatted down, grabbed Jiang Xun's wrist to test whether his spiritual veins were damaged, and at the same time put on a serious face of bitterness and hatred: "What's going on?"

Seeing Zhan Mei like this, Jiang Xun felt his stomach ache, and was about to answer, when he suddenly heard a crying voice from far to near: "Get out of the way! Get out of the way! Brother..."

Qin Qiu had already fallen asleep, but after being woken up, he put on a coat and ran outside. After parting from the crowd, he saw Jiang Xun's blood all over his body, dyeing his crimson clothes brown, and his eye circles immediately turned red. She endured so much that she didn't cry right away. With her mouth flattened, she half knelt down and grabbed Jiang Xun's sleeve: "Brother?...You...Are you okay?"

Of course, Jiang Xun couldn't say that something was wrong with him, even if he was in pain. He pulled Qin Qiulai over and gently stroked her soft black hair: "It's okay, it's not my blood. Be good."

Zhan Mei seriously testified from the side: "That's right, his qi and blood are smooth, his spiritual veins are flowing, and there is absolutely no damage at all."

Only then did Qin Qiu feel relieved, and the tears that were suffocating in his eyes dripped down, sobbing and arching into Jiang Xun's arms.

Jiang Xun was stroking her, when suddenly he heard Yu Miao's voice from behind: "...Where is the person you mentioned?"

...the queen?

Isn't she in there?

Yu Miao holds a sword in one hand, and holds a pale puppet slit in the other hand. Against the backdrop of the fire behind him, it looks extremely strange: "...I only found this on your bed."