The Blood Crown

Yan Sikong was taken aback, and suddenly raised his head, was that the voice of sealing the soul? !

Following this howl, wolves howled one after another all over the mountains and plains, as if they were inspired, they gathered in groups.That voice was gloomy and cold, like the groan of a deadly ghost, even in the daytime, it still makes people shudder.

Then, screams of panic came from above their heads. Although they couldn't understand the Jurchen language, they could hear fear.

For thousands of years, the Jin people have lived with beasts in the vast grasslands. They know wolves better than anyone else, and they understand the horror of wolves.

A wolf rushed down from the mountain.

It has a physique as huge as a liger, with a golden light armor covering half of its eyes on its face. Its gray-black, thick and soft fur dances in the cold wind. Its speed is almost indistinguishable to the naked eye, like a ray of ghosts. On top of the white snow, behind it, groups of hundreds of wolves followed it and flew down from the top of the mountain like arrows.

It looks like a divine beast descending from the sky, and also an emperor who conquers the world.At this time, it rushed to the battlefield with its soldiers!

Jin Bing shot arrows in horror, but they couldn't stop the wolves from going down the mountain.

The pack of wolves rushed into Jin Bing's camp, and their shrill screams echoed in the valley, endlessly.Humans and wolves fight, the tearing of flesh, the breaking of muscles and bones, the splashing of flesh and blood, the scene is horrific and unforgettable for a lifetime.

Yan Sikong recovered from the shock and shouted: "Attack——"

People and wolves kept falling from the low cliff, and with the help of the wolves, the Feng family army climbed up the low cliff one after another, fighting back desperately.

Yan Sikong patted Feng Ye's face and said in a trembling voice: "Feng Ye, Hun'er is here to save us, hold on, Hun'er is here to save us, did you hear that!" He shouted, "Where is the military doctor! "

A pawn tremblingly said: "Military doctor, military doctor..."

"Bring me the medicine box!"

Feng Ye's chest kept gushing out with blood bubbles, the arrow pierced through the center of his chest, it was almost fatal, it was impossible to return to Guangning.

The soldiers brought the medicine box over, and Yan Sikong ordered: "Light a fire! Send someone for help immediately!"

Fresh blood escaped from the corner of Feng Ye's mouth, dripping onto Yan Sikong's hands, Yan Sikong felt his vision was blurry, so he could only reach out to wipe it off, but wiped the warm blood all over his face.

This is Feng Ye's blood, this is Feng Ye's blood.

Feng Ye half-opened his eyes and looked at Yan Sikong, as if he wanted to say something, but he opened his mouth, but only coughed up more blood.

"Don't talk, don't die." Yan Sikong bit the corner of his mouth hard, forced himself to calm down with pain, cut off the arrow tail with a sword, and carefully took off Feng Ye's breastplate.

The soldiers lit a fire at the side, trying to warm Feng Ye's body.

Yan Sikong used his sword to cut open the clothes on Feng Ye's chest again, completely exposing the hideous wound, seeing the open flesh and glaring blood red, Yan Sikong felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if the arrow had It's on his mind.

Feng Ye couldn't speak, his eyes became more and more cloudy, his body was getting colder and colder, even if there was a fire beside him, it couldn't warm him at all, he tremblingly raised his hand slowly, and grabbed it weakly. He touched Yan Sikong's sleeve, his eyes filled with pain and longing.

Yan Sikong grabbed the arrow handle with one hand and his hand with the other, choked up and said, "Feng Ye, listen carefully, you are the wolf king, you may die but not today, not here, not in the hands of the barbarians, You must survive."

Feng Ye looked at Yan Sikong without blinking, and even refused to close his eyes, for fear that the person would disappear in the blink of an eye.He just looked at Yan Sikong like that, then nodded his chin slightly.

Yan Sikong gritted his teeth, and pulled the hand holding the sword hilt upwards, leaving a bloody hole on the strong chest, and blood spattered.

Feng Ye let out a cry of pain as if he was dying, and his body twitched violently.

Yan Sikong threw away the broken arrow, took out the silver needle from the medicine box, quickly inserted it into the acupuncture points around the wound, and sprinkled the bleeding powder.

Seeing the blood still oozing out, Yan Sikong was extremely desperate.He just learned some superficial medical skills with his mother when he was a child. He is better at treating horses than treating people. This place is still thirty miles away from Guangning. If the bleeding cannot be stopped at this time, Feng Ye will never be able to Return to Quang Ninh alive.

Feng Ye's face was pale as paper, and his consciousness became more and more blurred. He used the last bit of strength in his body to hold Yan Sikong's hand.

If he is going to die now, at least he will die in Yan Sikong's arms, he will deeply engrave this person in his mind, if there is an afterlife, afterlife, and life after life, he will find Yan Sikong. I hope that in the next life, they don't have to endure this endless torture, and can... grow old hand in hand.

Yan Sikong hugged Feng Ye, tears streaming down his face, he prayed to God, to all the gods, as long as Feng Ye could survive, he was willing to trade anything, even his life.

Two lines of hot tears flowed from Feng Ye's eyes.

At this time, the sound of an army approaching came from outside the mountain pass, and the ground under his feet shook accordingly. The next moment, the Fengjialang flag appeared in everyone's field of vision.

"General Que, it's General Que!" the soldiers shouted ecstatically.

The golden man immediately rang the retreating animal skin drum.

Yan Sikong shouted in despair: "Let Que Wang come and save the wolf king, hurry up!"

Xu Feng divided half of the soldiers and horses to chase the deserters, while Yuan Nanyu ran over on his horse. When he saw Feng Ye's injury, his expression changed instantly.

Yan Sikong looked up at Yuan Nanyu, almost speechless in pain.

Yuan Nanyu got off his horse, grabbed Feng Ye's wrist, checked his pulse, his eyes gradually dimmed.

"Yu'er..." Yan Sikong's voice trembled uncontrollably.

Yuan Nanyu immediately took off his hat and helmet, and pulled out the hairpin on top of his head with one hand, and his long hair immediately poured down.The hairpin was embedded with a tubular jade ornament, only as thick as a thumb. He threw the hairpin on the ground and punched it down, causing the jade ornament to shatter into two pieces.

Yan Sikong took a look at the gold, and there was clearly a crimson elixir hidden in the jade ornament.

Yuan Nanyu picked up the pill carefully, and said softly: "This is left to me by the master. It is the Xuantian pill that Yaogu only gives directly to disciples. It is as difficult as reaching the sky to practice one. There are three of them, this medicine is a divine thing, it can preserve his heart." After finishing speaking, he fed the medicine into Feng Ye's mouth without hesitation, and subdued it with Mabosan.

Feng Ye was still twitching, Yan Sikong could only hold him tightly.

Not long after taking the elixir, the convulsions of Feng Ye's body miraculously subsided. He kept looking at Yan Sikong until he lost focus and passed out completely.

"Can this medicine save him?" Yan Sikong said hoarsely.

Yuan Nanyu said in a deep voice: "Second brother, Feng Ye has only one breath left, this medicine can only temporarily hang his life, I will send someone to Medicine Valley immediately, and ask my master to come out of the mountain." He said anxiously, "You can't stay here for long, you must go back to the city immediately." He ordered the carriage to drive over.

Several people worked together to carefully lift Feng Ye into the carriage.

Yan Sikong murmured: "Quickly go back to the city, quickly..." He suddenly remembered something, "Hun'er..."

"what?"

"Hun'er!" Yan Sikong staggered up from the ground, "You take Feng Ye back to the city!" He ran towards the battlefield full of corpses.

"Hun'er! Hun'er!" Yan Sikong yelled while searching anxiously, he grabbed a pawn beside him, "Go to the wolf king's wolf, everyone will go find it!"

There were countless corpses lying on the ground, including human beings and wolves. Those beasts that were nimble and vigorous not long ago fell to the ground lifelessly. waiting for death to finally come.

Yan Sikong clenched his fists and hissed "Hun'er".

"General, we found it!" A soldier shouted from the short cliff.

Yan Sikong scrambled up the low cliff and saw a pile of human and wolf corpses lying in front of him. He saw the one-eyed giant wolf with three arrows stuck in its body and a knife on its back. Injury, Bingyao's fur was covered with black and red blood, which had condensed into ice balls.

It fell powerlessly to the ground, and several wolves were howling around it, licking its wound.

"Soul--"

Yan Sikong rushed over, knelt down in front of Fenghun, one of Fenghun's single eyes moved, and his bluish-white pupils looked at Yan Sikong calmly.

Yan Sikong stroked its fur tremblingly.

Feng Hun let out a soft "woo", struggling to get up, but he could only shake his paws.

"Feng Ye...alive." Yan Sikong choked up, "He is alive because you saved him, Hun'er, you can't die, you can't die..."

Feng Hun no longer struggled, but stuck out his tongue, and lightly licked Yan Sikong's hand.

The tongue is warm, the temperature of life, not afraid of the cold of severe winter.

Yan Sikong wiped his face, checked the wounds of Soul Sealing, those wounds were not fatal, but there was too much blood, he roared to call someone, and carried Soul Sealing onto the carriage.

A voice in Yan Sikong's heart was crazily shouting: Don't die, don't die, don't leave me, please, don't leave me one by one.