I saw that General Yuan had been stabbed several times, especially on the back. There were horizontal and vertical stabs. The wound was deep, and the blood that flowed out stained the entire back red.
"I'm fine." General Yuan said nonchalantly.
"You've been hurt like this, and you're fine..." Looking at General Yuan's blood-red back, Yuan Fangfei was angry and furious, and took out the wound medicine she had hidden, and was about to sprinkle it on General Yuan's wound.
General Yuan waved his hand to stop her, and still said nonchalantly: "It just looks serious, but I didn't suffer any serious injuries... Back then, when I was fighting in the battlefield, the blood I shed dyed the whole clothes and even the armor red. It's still okay... The current injury, to me, is just a small injury... "
"Really?" Yuan Fangfei looked at General Yuan, obviously not believing his words.
"Of course it's true, if you don't believe it..." General Yuan looked around, stretched his finger to the front left and said, "Look at that lord..."
Yuan Fangfei followed his direction and saw a burly figure wearing a sleeveless white military uniform. The military uniform was cut into pieces, and it was almost like a beggar's costume. , his body was still covered with blood, but he still seemed to be a normal person, walking forward like a dragon...
"How is it? His injury is much more serious than mine, right?" Under Yuan Fangfei's shocked gaze, General Yuan said proudly.
Yuan Fangfei looked at the wounds on General Yuan, and then at the wounds on that burly figure, subconsciously nodded: That man's wound was indeed heavier than her father's...
"It's fine if he's injured like that, so how can anything happen to me..." General Yuan said arrogantly, grabbed Yuan Fangfei's arm with his backhand, and dragged her to stride out: "Let's go, let's go to the palace to face the saint." Go, this is the top priority, the top priority... "
Murong Xue walked at the end, looking at General Yuan's bright red back, and then at the bloody back of that adult, secretly admiring in her heart: their ability to withstand injuries is really not the strongest, only stronger...
Suddenly there was a wind blowing behind her, so light that it was almost unnoticeable, Murong Xue was still keenly aware of it, she narrowed her eyes, turned around suddenly, and saw a jailer wearing a jailer's uniform and a jailer's hat standing behind her for a long time. In the distance, he held a black cylinder in his hand and pointed it straight at her. In the next moment, a tongue of fire spewed out from the cylinder, and sprayed towards her mercilessly...
Murong Xue's pupils shrank, and her slender body quickly turned backwards. The tongue of fire sprayed over her cheeks, and onto the railing behind her. With a bang, it ignited...
Murong Xue's eyes were serious, and she looked at the jailer coldly, only to see that the jailer missed the blow, hugged the black cylinder, and pointed at her again.
Murong Xue's eyes turned cold, and the long sword was swung out suddenly, the sharp sword energy ruthlessly slashed across the jailer's neck, scarlet blood splashed lightly...
The jailer kept the spraying posture, stood still for a moment, then fell to the ground with a plop, and the cylinder in his hand fell to the ground...
Murong Xue didn't have time to breathe a sigh of relief when she heard a "whoosh whoosh" sound, and a group of jailors wearing jailer uniforms and hats poured out from all directions. Civil and military officials in the aisle...
The civil and military officials hadn't realized what was going on, but flames were already gushing out from the cylinder...
The civil and military officials who were sprayed by the flames instantly burst into flames: "Ah..." The shrill scream pierced through the clouds and resounded through the sky...