Then he felt his body fly up, then fall heavily, hitting the floor with a bang, making a big hole in the wooden floor, and his body fell to the room on the second floor, as if paralyzed. Mud, lifeless.
The girl on the bed stared at the man in front of her with wide eyes, as if a god had descended upon her. The fear in her eyes remained undiminished.
Zhu Yan quickly took off his outer shirt and threw it on the bed: "Put it on quickly!"
The girl quickly used her clothes to cover her almost naked body and asked Zhu Yan, "Who are you? Why did you save me?"
Before Zhu Yan could answer, Uncle Xiang had already entered from the outside, followed closely by the woman with flaming red makeup. The woman was tall, beautiful, with a coquettish temperament, but her eyes were very shrewd. Sharp.
"Who is it?" Uncle Xiang sensed the strong aura emanating from the other party, and did not dare to relax at all, and was fully on guard.
Zhu Yan snorted coldly: "Your grandpa!" He hated the two people in front of him, and without saying a word, he immediately took action.
Uncle Xiang was even more frightened by this move. The sound of hunting wind coming from the side of his palm was more powerful than he had ever seen before. Before the fight, he knew that he would be defeated.
Although he knew he would be defeated, Uncle Xiang still stepped forward, turned to the woman in red behind him and said, "Sir, you go first!"
Uncle Xiang is one of the top experts in Beiming Kingdom. When Uncle Xiang said this, it meant that he thought he would lose.
The woman in red glanced at the handsome man. He was so young, but the top masters of Beiming Kingdom knew that they would lose before they even faced him.
The woman in red gave Zhu Yan a seductive smile: "The mountains are high and the water is far away. See you tomorrow!" The red shadow flashed and disappeared in front of Zhu Yan and Uncle Xiang in the blink of an eye.
Hong Ying was very fast. After Zhu Yan dealt with the so-called top master of Beiming, he took Xianxian down from the third floor and found that all the Beiming guards who originally filled the hall had disappeared.
After leaving the inn, Xianxian suddenly stopped and said to Zhu Yan, "Can you tell me who you are now?"
Zhu Yan turned around. Although his head was covered with the simplest headscarf, his face was still dazzling, making it impossible to look away.
Zhu Yan said: "I am from Nantou Mountain. I promised your grandmother that I will take you back." His eyes touched her left hand, which was missing a little finger, and the white cloth was stained of blood.
"It must be painful. It's okay now. As long as I'm here, I won't let anyone hurt you again!" He stepped forward quickly, reached out to hold her arm, and said: "We have to go back quickly, these people must They won’t give up easily, I guess they must be on their way to Nantou Mountain now.”
Xianxian was startled and said hurriedly: "Quick, let's go quickly, grandma is in danger."
When Xianxian finished speaking, Zhu Yan had already grabbed her arm and jumped into the air. She could only feel the sound of wind in her ears. Her body was as light as a piece of catkins. What she envied most in the Nantou Mountains where she grew up was freedom. Those flying birds never thought that this wish would come true at this time.
She looked sideways at the man next to her. He was tall, handsome, and elegant. Although she had been living in Nantoushan for sixteen years, her grandmother would occasionally take her out to the market. She had seen many men in the market. But I have never seen such a demeanor as the man in front of me. He is like a hero who only lives in novels.