Hero saves beauty

  Murong Qing didn't expect that there would be someone in front of him, and when he stopped, it was already too late. He only saw a long sword reflecting the cold and gloomy light, slashing down towards him.

  Is she going to die like this? No, she refuses!

  Murong Qing raised his hand to protect his head, filled with anger and resentment. Having just been reborn, how could he die like this?

  A sharp blade cut through the palm of her hand, and the pain shot up to her brain. Mu Rongqiang just smiled coldly, if she didn't die, these people would have a good show.

  "Older sister!"

  "Big sister!"

  Several cries of surprise reached his ears, and Mu Rongqing felt strange. How could there still be a feeling of pain coming over? Wasn't she already dead?

  As soon as I opened my eyes, I collided with a pair of deep pools filled with anger.

  "Are you looking for death?" Xiahou Yi roared. So many useless girls, all freeloaders! When they encounter danger, why don't they know to hide? Instead, she dares to stand in the front. If he hadn't received the news and rushed over in time, would she still have her life?

  Look clearly at who is in front of you, Murong Qing's eyes involuntarily turned red, his small face was wrinkled with grievance, his double pupils were red, and the wet tears poured out, sliding down his cheeks and falling into the man's palm.

  "Pain." Murong Qing muttered, his right hand slightly trembling as he stretched it out in front of Xiahou Yi's face.

  "You know it hurts yet you still dare to be reckless." Xiahou Yi let out another angry roar, but seeing the girl lift her head and gaze at him with a resentful expression, his anger was temporarily suppressed.

  "It hurts." Murong Qing let out a low cry again, and his injured hand stretched out towards the man's face once more.

  The man glared fiercely at the girl, but instead pulled her hand over and bowed his head to carefully apply some ointment.

  But when he saw the blood flowing from her hand, his face changed greatly. "Is it poisonous?"

  At this time, Murong Qing had already begun to feel dizzy and heard his voice, so he lowered his head to look at his own hand. Sure enough, the blood that came out of his hand was black in color, obviously poisonous.

  "Damn it." Xiahou Yi cursed, glared at Murong Qi with a fierce gaze, then decisively lowered his head, covered the wound, and took a strong breath.

  This breath seemed to have sucked something out of his body. Mu Rongqing was stunned, staring blankly at Xia Houye.

  Why is he doing this? Doesn't he know that he can easily get poisoned too?

  She subconsciously withdrew her hand, but it triggered the man's fierce and savage glare. Her hand was firmly grasped by him, unable to move a single inch.

  Xiahou Yi moved extremely quickly, and in the blink of an eye, he had already sucked out the toxic blood. He didn't even bother to wipe away the bloodstains at the corner of his mouth, but instead lowered his head and carefully applied medicine to her wounds, bandaging them up.

  "How dare you again?" Xiahou Yi glared at the girl with such ferocity that she pouted, cried out in pain and fell into his arms before he finally relented.

  "Return to General's Mansion." Xiahou Yi picked up Murong Qing, loudly instructing the people beside him, and then took a step ahead and exited the alley.

  Zhu Ting had already prepared the horse carriage, Xia Houyi carried Murong Qing onto the carriage, and Zhu Ting drove the carriage himself.

  On the road, Xia Houyi pinched Murong Qīng's chin, making her look at him. "Say, why do you care about those people's lives and deaths?"

  With her green heart and red leaves, protecting just one person is not a problem at all. It's only because she wants to protect those servants that things have gone wrong. Heaven knows how frightened he was when he received the news - what if he couldn't make it in time? Wouldn't she be dead by then?

  Thinking that she could no longer smile at herself, and could no longer be coquettish with herself, Xiahou Yi felt a suffocating feeling in his heart, as if the days had lost all their interest.

  I wonder how he could remain unenraged. At that time, seeing her covered in blood from head to toe, I truly wished I could strangle her to death on the spot.

  "It hurts." Murong Qīng knew that Xiàhóu Yì was in a state of extreme anger, and didn't dare to provoke him further. He just whispered "it hurts" softly, his body leaning into the other's embrace, "So scary, so frightening, the long sword is so sharp, so intimidating."

  She looked like a frightened child, her body trembling and her words were also stuttering, without any coherence.

  She rubbed against him like a little cat, occasionally shouting in pain, completely disrupting the rhythm of his intended scolding.

  "Damn it!" Xiahou Yi was so angry that he could only glare at the girl in his arms, wishing he could bore a hole through her body.

  After a long while, he finally took her hand and asked softly: "Does it hurt?" The wound was not light, she wouldn't be in pain if it wasn't.

  "Pain, so much pain." Murong Qing raised his head, and his completely red eyes directly collided with the man's, making him feel a slight pang in his heart as well.

  "I won't let them off." Xiahou Yuan coldly shouted.

  Murong Qing nodded like a small dog, "I won't either."

  Xiahou Yi opened his large palm and gently patted her head twice, "You be honest, I'll take care of this matter." But things weren't that simple, the mastermind behind the scenes wasn't someone she could handle.

  "That won't do." Murong Qing snorted in anger. If Xiahou Yi hadn't arrived in time today, she would have lost her life.

  Those who dare to take her life will have to bear the brunt of her wrath. Don't think that she's as gentle as a lamb on ordinary days, but when she reveals her sharp claws, those people will know that offending her is the biggest mistake they've ever made.

  "Be honest." Xiahou Yi patted her head again.

  "It hurts." Murong Qīng pitifully raised his right hand to him, "They're so mean, such a long sword slashed down at my hand, look, look, what a big gash, it hurts to death."

  The girl's voice was soft and sticky, with a strong implication of pampering. Her big eyes sparkled, and the corners of her eyes seemed to still be hanging with crystal tears. "Your Highness, those people are too bad, will you help me deal with them?"

  "Hmm." Xiahou Yi involuntarily let out a hmm. When he came to his senses, he realized that he had been let in by this stinky girl.

  "Your Highness, you're so good." The girl's body was soft and boneless, just like that without any reserve, snuggled in his arms, gently rubbing against him, softly coaxing.

  Xiahou Yi's eyes dimmed, and his gaze involuntarily shifted to the girl's neck as white as jade, with an even more profound glow.

  "Your Highness, quickly tell me, whose people are they?"

  Murong Qing turned to grab Xiahou Yi's hand, gently swaying it. The girl's hand was soft and warm, very comfortable, grasped in his hand, smooth and fragrant, making his heart feel ticklish and itchy, as if he wanted to take a bite of it.

  "You still haven't repaid the favor of saving your life, and now you're thinking of using me again?" Xiahou Yi wasn't stupid, this stinky girl was trying to take advantage of him again.

  "Your Highness, are you the kind of person who would take advantage of kindness and seek revenge?" Murong Qing raised his head to look at Xiahou Yi, his eyes shining brightly like precious stones. "Your Highness, look at my hand, I wonder if it will leave a scar?"

  The girl's white and tender small hand was raised high again, swaying in front of Xiahou Yi, causing Xiahou Yi's face to turn cold, and a violent aura surged up around him once more.

  Damn it!

  By the way

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