Sincerely invite young heroes to break their sleeves

"Bold and lunatic, if you dare to attack our landlord, you will be arrested soon." A leading servant girl pointed at Nangong and shouted sharply.

Nangong Yishou suffered internal injuries, his body was surging with energy and blood, and with so many people in front of him, especially this man who appeared suddenly, his skills were rare in the world, and he might not be able to escape.

Nangong changed hands and thought about the lightning flash. Seeing Yang Yueming rushing to pick up the hydrangea, he suddenly remembered that this person seemed to be with Ren Xiaodao, so he quickly made a judgment in his heart, took a breath of true energy, and flashed to Yang Yueming's side. stopped him.

"I wipe!" Yang Yueming looked at the hydrangea that he almost got, and couldn't help but curse.

Ren Xiaodao was unaware that Nangong Yishou actually charged at Yang Yueming, and immediately tightened his expression: "Let him go."

Nangong Yishou's face turned pale, and the corner of his mouth was still bloodshot. He clasped Yang Yueming's shoulder with one hand, pressed him halfway to his chest, and said, "As long as I can leave here safely, I will definitely not hurt him."

Yang Yueming said: "Brother, I'm just an innocent passerby, can you catch someone else?"

Nangong Yishou ignored Yang Yueming and only looked at Ren Xiaodao.

Seeing that Yang Yueming was tightly held, Ren Xiaodao felt that he could snatch him back from Nangong Yishou, but he was not sure that he would not hurt Yang Yueming at all. After weighing the two, he finally nodded: "Okay, you Put it down, I will guarantee you to leave here safely."

Yang Yueming burst into tears: "Fat Cai, you really are the one who loves me the most."

Ren Xiaodao couldn't help but glared at him: "Shut up, when will I just think about your hydrangea?"

Yang Yueming flattened his mouth aggrieved when he heard the words: "Fat Cai, you are killing me!"

Ren Xiaodao was upset, he changed hands to Nangong and said: "Let him go, you can go."

The leading servant girl in Yanzilou said: "If you want to leave, don't think about it!"

Hearing this, Nangong Yishou tightened his grip on Yang Yueming's shoulders, causing Yang Yueming to scream a few times.

"Hey, killer, take it easy." Yang Yueming protested.

Ren Xiaodao's heart tightened, and he turned to the maid in Yanzilou: "Your grievances will be resolved by yourself, but my people must be safe."

The maid arrogantly raised her head at Ren Xiaodao: "This is the territory of Yanzilou, and it's not up to others to make decisions."

"Let him go." Yan Furuo stepped in, looked at Yang Yueming, and said to the servant girl in Yanzilou, "Listen to my order, no one is allowed to do anything today."

When the maid saw that the host had opened her mouth, she naturally couldn't say any more, so she said "yes" and retreated.

Yan Fu Ruo Chong Nangong changed hands and said: "You can go, let him go."

Nangong Yishou glanced at the people in Yanzilou who were staring at him, as well as Ren Xiaodao who was staring at him, and said: "When I am safe, I will let him go." After saying that, he grabbed Yang Yueming and jumped up, and quickly left Yanzi building.

Seeing this, Ren Xiaodao was about to chase after him, when Nangong Yishou shouted from a distance: "You are not allowed to follow."

Ren Xiaodao held his breath, but he could only wait on the spot.

Seeing Yang Yueming being kidnapped, Yan Furuo looked very worried, but he had no choice but to cup his hands at Ren Xiaodao and said, "Young hero, thank you for your help just now."

Ren Xiaodao felt unspeakably dissatisfied with Yan Furuo, if it wasn't for her, Yang Yueming would not have been taken away, but he also knew that he didn't blame Yan Furuo for this matter, so he just nodded lightly: "You're welcome. "

Yan Furuo said: "If the young man doesn't mind, Yanzilou is willing to help you find your friend!"

Before Ren Xiaodao answered, Luo Zhuchen and Nie Xueyi rushed over, Luo Zhuchen said: "Fat Cai, I just ordered someone to change hands with Nangong, come back immediately if there is news, you don't have to worry too much."

Ren Xiaodao did not expect Luo Zhuchen to be so thoughtful, and finally smiled: "Thank you."

Yan Furuo glanced at Luo Zhuchen, a little surprised: "This is Mr. Luo, the Patriarch of the Sword God Family?"

Luo Zhuchen nodded slightly: "Lord Yan, I'm sorry."

Yan Furuo smiled generously and said, "Where, I have admired your name for a long time."

At this time, the maidservant who had taken the lead to surround Nangong Yishou hurried forward and said, "Lord, Sister Fulan was poisoned by Nangong Yishou's hidden weapon."

Yan Furuo looked serious, the Yan Fulan that the maid was talking about was the woman in blue who had been hit by Nangong's hidden weapon.

Yan Furuo ordered: "Duckweed, take the people in the building to Nangong to change hands, and you must get the antidote."

Yan Fuping nodded, Yan Furuo thought about it, and said: "Don't forget, don't hurt that captive young master."

After Yan Furuo finished giving instructions, he looked at Ren Xiaodao and the others, and said: "Everything today was caused by the Yanzi Tower, if you don't want to blame me, let's go to the building and explain."

The owner of Yanzi invited him personally, so it was naturally difficult for several people to refuse.

Just as he was about to enter the building, someone from the crowd who hadn't dispersed shouted, "Lord, what's the result of your recruitment today?"

Yan Furuo looked a little embarrassed, Yan Fuping had ordered someone to pick up the hydrangea ball, looked at Ren Xiaodao and said, "Master, the one who got the hydrangea ball last today is the young hero in front of me."

Ren Xiaodao quickly waved his hand: "It was just an accident."

Yan Fuping looked a little displeased: "Could it be that you still despise our landlord?"

"Don't dare." Ren Xiaodao said, "It's just that I really don't want to grab the hydrangea."

Yan Fuping sneered and said, "You're already fighting with the master of the sword god, is this called Wuxin grabbing the hydrangea?"

Ren Xiaodao was about to say that he helped Yang Yueming rob it, but he swallowed it back. Firstly, his words seemed disrespectful to Yan Furuo, and secondly... he didn't want Yang Yueming to participate in this marriage recruitment. .

Ren Xiaodao cupped his hands at Yan Furuo: "I'm sorry, Lord Yan, I really don't want to participate in this recruitment. If it causes your misunderstanding, I hope Haihan."

Yan Duckweed said angrily: "Where is the Yanzi Tower? If you don't want to recruit relatives, what kind of hydrangea are you grabbing..."

Nie Xueyi felt very annoyed seeing Yan Fuping's aggressive appearance, but was stopped by Luo Zhuchen when she was about to speak.

Yan Furuo signaled Yan Fuping not to speak, and nodded slightly to Ren Xiaodao: "Today, Nangong changed hands to interfere, and finally the hydrangea ball fell to the ground. This marriage recruitment is just a waste."

Yan Fuping gritted her teeth: "Master, how can this be possible, so many people are watching..."

Yan Furuo ignored Yan Fuping's opinion, and only ordered her to explain to everyone, deal with the aftermath, and brought Ren Xiaodao and the three of them into the Yanzilou.

On the other side, Nangong Yiyi grabbed Yang Yueming all the way out of Hansha Town, and went west into the vast desert. He didn't let go of Yang Yueming until he was sure no one followed, and said slightly apologetically, "Sorry, the situation forced me, and I didn't intend to hurt you." Your Mightiness."

Yang Yueming rolled his eyes, rubbed his shoulder that was almost crippled by Nangong Yishou, and said, "If you hurt me unintentionally, can you use less force? I can't even move my hands!" As he spoke, he shook his left arm and shook it It's like it's broken in a flash.

Nangong Yishou said sorry again: "Why don't I rub it for you."

Yang Yueming glanced at Nangong Yishou, and saw that he was tall and handsome, he was actually a rare handsome man.

It's just that there is a hint of gloom between the brows, adding a somewhat unpredictable and mysterious feeling.

Only then did Nangong Yishou see Yang Yueming's appearance clearly. He probably didn't expect that the person he captured would look so elegant, so he couldn't help being a little dazed.

Yang Yueming was a little puzzled: "Are you really a killer? Why are you so kind and don't kill me?"

Nangong Yishou saw Yang Yueming utter such pyrotechnic words with an otherworldly face, he couldn't help but smile, the gloom on his face dissipated a bit, and he felt a bit of a knight: "I take money to kill people. And no one buys your life with money, so I don't want to make a loss-making business."

"Oh, so the killer is such a philistine!" Yang Yueming sighed, "I like it!"

Seeing Nangong changing hands and standing still, Yang Yueming shook his left arm again: "Didn't you say rub it for me?"

Nangong Yishou didn't expect that the "hostage" in front of him would actually dare to let him rub his shoulders, and couldn't help but smile, grabbed Yang Yueming's left hand, pressed it lightly on the wound on his shoulder, and used his inner strength to gently push it away. A few strokes to dissolve the congestion.

"Oh!" Yang Yueming twisted his shoulders comfortably, "The technique is good!"

"I'm used to it." Nangong Yishou took his hand back. He suffered an internal injury and brought Yang Yueming all the way here. His physical strength was actually a little weak. After Yungong healed Yang Yueming's injury, his face turned pale, and he staggered to sit on the sand. .

"No way, you fell down as soon as you finished boasting." Yang Yueming pushed Nangong Yishou on the shoulder.

Nangong Yishou sweated on his forehead, and said, "Let's go."

Yang Yueming glanced at the vast desert. He was brought in by Nangong Yi. He ran all the way, probably far away from Hansha Town. Standing in the desert at this time, he couldn't tell where he came from. He had a face of "You You're kidding me" expression after watching Nangong change hands for a while, then put on a look of loyalty: "You have suffered such a serious injury, if I leave as soon as I leave, will I still be human?"

Nangong Yishou looked at Yang Yueming with strange eyes for a while, and finally choked out a sentence: "Thank you."

Yang Yueming looked at him expectantly. After a while, Nangong Yishou finally understood his spirit and said, "I don't have the strength to take you out of the desert now..."

"No way!" Yang Yueming had a heartbroken expression on his face, "Don't tell me we're going to die here together, I haven't married a wife yet!"

Nangong changed hands 囧囧 Youshen: "Just wait until I recover my strength..."

"Oh...don't be out of breath when you speak!" Yang Yueming sat down beside Nangong Yishou, "Then recover quickly, we are still waiting for me when we get rich."

Nangong Yishou pointed in one direction helplessly: "Go five miles straight there, there is a water source, I put some food and clothes there, we can rest there overnight."

"Ah, that would be the best." Yang Yueming breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he was not allowed to stay up all night in the sand. As a result, he didn't finish his breath. When he turned around, he found that Nangong Yishou had passed out.

"Hey, killer, don't get dizzy!" Yang Yueming stepped forward and shook Nangong Yishou's head, seeing that he didn't respond, he slapped him again, "Killer, wake up, don't pretend to be dead!"

Nangong changed hands but closed his eyes tightly, motionless, his face was as white as paper.

Yang Yueming probed his forehead, then touched his palm, and found that his body temperature was dropping, and immediately wept: "Killer, please don't die! If you want to die, send me out of this damn place first!"

Seeing that Nangong would not wake up after changing hands in a short time, Yang Yueming thought about it, and had no choice but to resign himself to his fate and move him, otherwise he might really die if he stayed in the sand for one night.

Yang Yueming's own martial arts were banned, so it was a bit difficult to lift Nangong Yishou. After thinking about it, he untied Nangong Yishou's waistband, passed it under Nangong Yishou's ribs, pulled the belt at one end, and dragged him on the sandy ground.

"Oh, I must look like a cow right now." Yang Yueming looked up to the sky and wept.