Jiang Ye quietly leaned in Wang Yuyan's arms, looking out of the corner of his eye not far away, there was someone else there.
Murong Fu!
He came a little too fast, and Zhan Hongling, who was following him, hadn't arrived yet. It wouldn't be when I was batting with Jellyfish Yinji,
You're already here, but you can't beat the jellyfish Yinji and you don't dare to come out?
Jiang Ye suddenly had this idea.
And the possibilities are high.
Because Murong Fu is such a person, he cannot die, he wants to restore the country.
Thinking of this, Jiang Ye leaned into Wang Yuyan's arms again.
Even from a certain distance, Jiang Ye could feel Murong Fu's resentful eyes, which disappeared quietly as he approached, as if they had never existed.
Jiang Ye chuckled.
Ability and ambition are destined to be incompatible, and the mind is too small to achieve great things.
Whether it is the weak and incompetent Zhang Wuji, the rogue and hippie Wei Xiaobao, or the rude man Qiao Feng, in Jiang Ye's opinion, they all have a chance of becoming emperor.
But Murong Fu couldn't see any hope here.
His life was a tragedy. Qiao Feng still had Xiao Yuanshan's fatherly love, but Murong Bo purely regarded Murong Fu as a tool and a clone.
Use it as a tool to restore the glory of your ancestors.
He wanted to commit suicide in the Shaolin Temple, but was stopped by Murong Bo, but not because of family affection, but because Murong Fu had no children and the Murong family bloodline had not continued.
How can a person who cannot even control death complete such a major event as restoring the country?
Even if he is the best in martial arts, he still can't do it.
Jiang Ye thought angrily, how could such a person have the love of a fairy-like cousin.
Murong, you can't control it, let me do it.
"Jiang Ye, cousin, are you okay?"
Murong Fu said caringly.
"That damn woman, I don't know where she came from, actually wanted to kidnap her while I was away. If I were here, she would be crushed to pieces."
"Thanks to Brother Jiang Ye, without you, ugh——"
His expression was sad, and people who didn't know better would have thought that his father was dead, and his words were extremely tragic.
I wish I could draw my sword and kill myself.
"Cousin, there's nothing wrong with me. It's just that Jiang Ye hit the man twice in a row and was injured."
Wang Yuyan sobbed and felt much relieved when she saw Murong Fu coming.
Jiang Ye sneered, "Whose name did your cousin call first? Don't you understand?"
A person who has been together for more than ten years is not as good as a person who has known each other for just one day. Even though that person may have a private army.
But that's not the reason.
His sense of Murong Fu dropped to another level again.
"What I'm saying is, thank you Brother Jiang Ye, let's send Brother Jiang Ye to the hospital as soon as possible."
Murong Fu quickly grabbed Jiang Ye, who was lying in Wang Yuyan's arms.
"I'm fine."
Jiang Ye didn't want to be touched by Murong Fu, so he "forced himself" to stand up, blood coming from the corners of his mouth, and he was teetering as if a gust of breeze could blow him down.
When Wang Yuyan saw it, she was full of self-blame and grievance. If it hadn't been for him, Jiang Ye wouldn't have been hurt so badly.
"Jiang Ye, let me take you to the hospital. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't be injured." Wang Yuyan's voice was still choked with sobs.
"No, even other men will still protect you when they see Miss Yuyan, even if they are defeated."
"I don't blame you, I just blame myself for being shallow in martial arts, unable to defeat that man, and unable to avenge Miss Yuyan."
"Ahem...I'd better go back by myself."
Jiang Ye shook his head and refused, even more sad than Murong Fu.
"Cousin..." Wang Yuyan looked at Murong Fu, hoping that he could persuade Jiang Ye.
Unexpectedly, my cousin, who was always grand and elegant, did not do this.
"Cousin, Jiang Ye is superb in martial arts and has great internal skills and mental skills. There is no big problem if you don't need to find a doctor."
Murong Fu pulled Wang Yuyan and was about to leave. The shadow on his face appeared and disappeared.
At this time, Zhan Hongling hurriedly arrived and saw that the land was devastated and the 'strong man' who had robbed the women on the street was not there.
Wang Yuyan was rescued, Jiang Ye was seriously injured, and there was a handsome young man, so she understood.
"Jiang Ye, are you okay?" Zhan Hongling was very caring, really caring.
It is naturally different from Murong Fu's hypocrisy.
Why are you here at this time? What about my performance... Jiang Ye sighed secretly, this play can't go on.
"It's not a big problem, I can't die." Jiang Ye said weakly.
When Murong Fu saw the policeman coming, he became more happy and said, "Cousin, the policeman is here, nothing will happen to us."
Regardless of whether Wang Yuyan agreed or not, he pulled her away. With a quick move, it quickly disappeared.
"That pretty boy was given to me by my young master." Suddenly a loud shout came from behind.
Jiang Ye and Zhan Hongling turned around and looked. Inside the unbroken wall behind them, from the three-story attic, a middle-aged man holding a deer stick came out.
Deer stick man? ! Why is he here?
Jiang Ye looked up and realized that behind the wall was Zuihua Tower.
Behind the deer stick man was a young man wearing a royal blue silk shirt. Zhao Min looked at him with a smile.
Jiang Ye screamed secretly.
She couldn't have been watching the whole process. If she was spotted, could she still be hung out of the fish pond?
He was a little unsure.
The deer stick man jumped up, came to Jiang Ye, put down a small white porcelain vase, and went back without saying a word.
"Thank you Mr. Zhao." Jiang Ye clasped his fists.
Picking up the white porcelain bottle and opening it, Jiang Ye was stunned by what was inside.
Shiquan Dabu Pill? !
Didn't I suffer external injuries as well as internal injuries? Can this be cured?
His knowledge of hundreds of medical books seemed a bit insufficient.
When Jiang Ye looked up again, Zhao Min was no longer there and had returned to the attic.
"What's inside?" Zhan Hongling was curious.
Jiang Ye quickly took it into his arms, not letting Zhan Hongling see it, "Medicine for healing."
"Are you seriously injured?" Zhan Hongling blinked her eyes.
"Hmm... quite heavy."
"But your voice is full of energy and has a long breath. Anyone who has studied martial arts can basically see it."
Zhan Hongling seemed to be smiling but not smiling.
Jiang Ye slapped his head, he was careless, no wonder Zhao Min gave him Shiquan Dabu Pill.
It turns out that it has been seen a long time ago. Next time I act, I have to cover it up.
Fortunately, Wang Yuyan has never practiced martial arts, otherwise she would cry to death.
"You..." Jiang Ye looked at Zhan Hongling.
"Before Sister Xing leaves, let me watch you. You can play with women and take concubines, but you have to tell her."
"Oh, thank you then."
Jiang Ye wanted to cry.
Xiaoxing was really... unusually kind to him.
"It's okay, I should. Where's Xiaobai? I haven't seen him for a long time."
"He came home."
Jiang Ye thought for a while...it was time to come back.
"I'm going back to the Yamen, please be careful and don't rush to save the beauty if you are a woman."
"My martial arts skills are just average, not as good as mine."
Zhan Hongling took one look at the mess and felt a little discouraged.
Jiang Ye gave Zhan Hongling a slap in the face.
"What are you doing?"
"I am already a Grandmaster, and you are still in Xiantian."
A huge surge of internal energy surged out of Jiang Ye.
Zhan Hongling opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but couldn't.
Jiang Ye continued: "You dare to go up to him. You are really not afraid of death."
"You are going to die, how can I explain to your sister Xing?"
She scolded Zhan Hongling like a big boss.
"Go back and practice hard."
"oh."
……
Return home.
Bai Zhantang was standing in the yard with a man in black. There was a large bag of things at the feet of the man in black. Judging from the edges, it should be books.
"Brother Bai, where is the person you are talking about?"
"I don't know, maybe the storyteller is gone."
"Is there really a heaven-level light skill?"
"You've already come, I can't lie to you."
"makes sense."
