Yes!
Why
Obviously the target was Jing Rong, whoever blocked it would kill whoever, Ji Yunshu blocked the sword for him, the man in black should have killed her too, why did he take the sword back at that time
Because of her words just now, the atmosphere in the hall became more and more solemn.
There's a bit of weirdness!
"I want to kill this king? But I can't hurt you, who would it be?" Jing Rong really couldn't imagine, besides Jing Yi, who else would it be
"It's strange to say that those people's kung fu is really good, and they don't seem to be from any Jianghu sect, but it can be seen that it is indeed not the work of Wang Yi's people, nor is it from the capital. And those people are all It came with the determination to die, so naturally there will be no clues for us to follow the clues, and people are dead, so it may be difficult to find out, after all... the rivers and lakes are big."
Moruo took the ending very long.
After listening to him, there was a hint of unfathomable meaning on Jing Rong's calm face, the hand on the thigh also raised a fist, and the blue veins on the back of the hand were faintly visible.
Like a wild lion about to break out of its cage!
He looked at Lang Bo with sharp eyes, "Pass on the king's order, even if you dig three feet into the ground, you must catch the perpetrator behind him, and dismember him into five horses."
Literally to death!
When he came out of his mouth, a bloody scene seemed to flash in front of everyone's eyes.
shudder.
Lang Bo took orders immediately.
At this time-
A guard hurried in from outside and reported, "My lord, there is still one person alive."
The news came as a surprise, but a surprise.
Tang Si shouted loudly, "It turns out that he is still alive, great. Hurry up and ask him who instructed him? If he doesn't want to say it, then he will be slapped hard, to see if he will say anything."
Grit your teeth!
But a moment later, the corner of the guard's mouth twitched, and he poured a basin of cold water, "Although that person is still alive, he was seriously injured. I'm afraid... he won't survive."
He lowered his head, his voice faded.
Jing Rong frowned.
Can't live
Moruo stood up suddenly, "Take me there."
"Yes!"
So everyone went together.
I saw the man in black lying on the ground, his fingers still moving.
Mo Ruo squatted down, turned the man over gently, and saw the sword in his chest. The wound was deep, blood splattered all over the place, and gradually blackened.
It's too much blood loss!
"I can't let him die." Jing Rong said coldly.
"With me, I can't die." Moruo took out a pill for the man to take, tapped a few times on the acupuncture point on his chest, and instructed him, "Take him to my room."
The two guards did so and carefully carried the person away.
Moruo clapped his hands and said to Jingrong before leaving, "I can save his life, but I can't stop him from committing suicide."
If you stab with the heart of mortal death, you will not live if you are captured alive.
They are just like corpses!
Jing Rong, "Help me."
Moro nodded and left.
Tang Si also followed.
About half an hour later, the bodies of the men in black were all cleaned up, but the whole yard was filled with a thick smell of blood, which made people feel a little sick.
Ji Yunshu also moved into the courtyard where Jing Rong lived.
Holding two beloved sandalwood boxes, she said, "Fortunately, this thing didn't break."
At this time, I still remember these two boxes.
"Do you know how dangerous the situation just now is?" Jing Rong asked her seriously.
"I know."
"Now that you know, how can you sacrifice yourself to stand in front of this king? Have you thought about the consequences?"
"I thought about it." She put down the box, met his gaze, and said seriously, "If I don't block it, you will die. If I block it, you and I will die together."
Smile!
"Yun Shu." He held her cold fingers, "Listen carefully, if you encounter such a situation in the future, if this king asks you to leave, you must leave, understand?"
"Do not… "
"You have no right to deny, this is an order."
He was firm and serious.
She paused for a long time, knowing that she must not be able to resist, so she nodded.
After sorting things out.
Jing Rong said, "Actually, this time, thanks to the Wen family's son Wen."
When he mentioned him, Ji Yunshu's busy hands stopped.
"Yeah, I really want to thank him, but I always feel that he is not simple at all, and with the matter of Miss Ye'er, this person seems to be hiding secrets all over his body."
If she could dissect the human heart, she really hoped that she could dissect it and see what happened.
She shook her head, feeling like she was thinking too much.
Jing Rong said, "The Wen family is actually quite strange."
She nodded in agreement.
But he said, "Hopefully... it's just that we're over-hearted."
…
Late at night, in the dark room of Wenjia Embroidery Workshop!
Master Wen's expression became fiery, his thick black eyebrows were tightly knit together, his eyes narrowed slightly, his lips pursed, and he looked completely furious.
Wen Xian sat on the chair next to him, his face was cold, and he could not see the slightest emotional fluctuations. In his hand, he still held the flute, and the jade pendant hanging on it was pinched in his palm.
Not a moment's release!
Although he is young and handsome, his beautiful eyes are full of attractiveness, but his face is paler than ordinary people, and he looks like he is ill.
This is not surprising. Wen Xian has been a medicine jar since he was a child, so he was thrown on the mountain before he was ten years old to practice martial arts. I had a serious illness. Since then, my health has been up and down. Over the years, I have seen a lot of doctors, but they are not good. Five or six years ago, my condition worsened and I almost lost my life. Drag, drag it until now.
It is precisely because of his sickness that he has never been married and is a comfortable person.
What a pity!
With a worried look on his face, he glanced at the dark room before turning to his father and saying, "Dad, you can't blame Lieutenant General Lin for this."
Although the tone was soft, it was very cold.
Master Wen was unmoved.
His real name is Wen Panshi, and at this moment, his face is just like his name, the rock is like a solid, hard into a piece.
Visible anger!
Sudden-
"Bang" sound.
He slapped the table heavily with his hand, "As a lieutenant, but privately issued an order to kill, how can you forgive me?"
"Father… "
"you shut up."
reprimand!
Wen Xian's indifferent brows pressed down, swallowing all the words in his stomach.
At this time-
There was a sound of iron boots stepping on the slate outside, and the steps were steady and orderly. Sometimes, it echoed in the passageway outside the dark room.
like drums!
I saw a tall and mighty figure reflected on the ground and dragged in first from the outside.
Getting closer!
getting longer and longer!
It was not until the visitor entered the dark room that the shadow was stepped on by him.