Xuanyuan Ming looked at An Xiyue with cold eyes and anger. He didn't know why? The words he wanted to say were choked in his throat and he couldn't say them out.
Why did he want to explain to her? When he saw her eyes full of concern for Nangong Yuanyi, Xuanyuan Ming's heart heaved inexplicably. He just wanted to kill Nangong Yuanyi with one sword.
Under the dim moonlight, An Xiyue was seen supporting Nangong Yuanyi sitting on the ground.
An Xiyue lit a small fire with a fire stick again, and then the surroundings suddenly lit up.
After a moment, there was only a crisp sound of "tearing". An Xiyue quickly pulled a large piece of cloth, and then treated Nangong Yuanyi's wound as if no one was there.
Xuanyuan Ming saw that An Xiyue's palm-sized face was calm and calm, unlike a girl of the same age. Her movements of bandaging the wound were as gentle as water, and her expression was focused, as if she had a precious treasure on her slender fingers.
This scene was too weird. Xuanyuan Ming just felt that he had met two weirdos in the Northern Dynasty. What could be used to bandage the wounds? No one could die. Isn't it normal for men to bleed? If he used all his strength, Nangong Yuanyi would probably lose half of his arm.
Recalling that on the battlefield before, he survived several stab wounds on his own step by step. He was not as squeamish as Nangong Yuanyi.
Xuanyuan Ming sneered, looking down on such a good-looking man like Nangong Yuanyi.
Until An Xiyue bandaged Nangong Yuanyi's wounds, Xuanyuan Ming didn't even try to kill them. He just watched them intently with his sword.
Nangong Yuanyi felt that An Xiyue suddenly became gentle. He was a little flattered by her sudden change. Looking at Xuanyuan Ming's face, he felt more uncomfortable than if he had swallowed a hundred flies alive. Nangong Yuanyi suddenly became elated and held up a picture of people and animals. With a harmless face, he deliberately hummed: "Xiao Yue'er, it hurts."
"Did I hurt you? I tried to be as gentle as possible. Although I didn't hurt the bones, if I want to stop the bleeding immediately, I have to apply tighter pressure." An Xiyue explained.
An Xiyue's movements were very gentle, but for martial arts practitioners like Nangong Yuanyi and Xuanyuan Ming, this pain was just an itch.
Xuanyuan Ming couldn't stand it anymore and said angrily: "Would you like me to help you get injured more seriously so that you can pretend to be more like you?"
As he spoke, Xuanyuan Ming raised his sword and stepped forward to fight Nangong Yuanyi. He was very angry and had a heavy aura of hostility around him.
Immediately, Nangong Yuanyi pulled An Xiyue to protect him behind him. The sword that fell on the ground returned to his hand in an instant, and said in a deep voice: "My prince also wants to have a good competition with the God of War. Who wins and who loses?" Not necessarily." If he hadn't just wanted to protect Xiao Yue'er, he wouldn't have followed him.
An Xiyue saw a large amount of blood staining the newly bandaged wound. Suddenly, An Xiyue's eyes were filled with frost. She walked out from behind Nangong Yuanyi, stared coldly at Xuanyuan Ming's long sword, stared at Xuanyuan Ming and said: " Do you find it interesting that His Highness Pluto has come to stir up trouble in our Northern Dynasty land? Nangong Yuanyi is injured now. If you want to fight him, don’t you think you will win without force?"
Xuanyuan Ming snorted: "Even if he is not injured, he is still no match for me."
An Xiyue knew that Xuanyuan Ming was deliberately irritating Nangong Yuanyi, so without thinking, she slowly walked towards him and said in a cold voice: "Don't you like to follow me? Then I'll let you see if you offend me. End."
Suddenly, something that no one expected happened happened.
It only took An Xiyue a second to use the anti-wolf technique that Mei Shuqing taught her in an honest, simple and crude way.
Stretching her legs and kicking her hips, An Xiyue did these two movements with great fluency and lightning speed...
Mei Shuqing said that as long as he remembers these two movements, no matter how powerful his martial arts is, the opponent will have to kowtow and beg for mercy.
An Xiyue had not understood the true meaning of Mei Shuqing's words before, but when she saw Xuanyuan Ming's pig liver-colored face, she suddenly felt satisfied.
Suddenly, Xuanyuan Ming's crotch was injured. In addition to pain, he felt more humiliation. At this moment, he wanted to crush An Xiyue to death.
It was too dark, and An Xiyue was not sure whether the kick was successful. Anyway, she tried her best to get revenge on him.
Although Xuanyuan Ming was much taller than An Xiyue, it did not affect An Xiyue's frontal attack.
Just because of him, she was in fear all day long. As soon as her mother's poison was cured, he encouraged Lin Ji to go up the mountain to arrest people, forcing them to retreat. Just because of the intrigues and power struggles in his heart, others have to sacrifice their lives. Why should you strong people have the final say in everything? If you offend me, I am not someone to be bullied.
An Xiyue seemed to have taken out all the bad moods of the past few months on Xuanyuan Ming.
An Xiyue stared into Xuanyuan Ming's eyes without any fear, her eyes as bright as black gems shone with a cold light.
Xuanyuan Ming raised his sword and wanted to kill her with one strike, but in the end he put down his sword and cursed: "Huh, stupid woman."
At the same time, Nangong Yuanyi did not expect that An Xiyue would kick a man in the lifeblood. When An Xiyue kicked him, he also felt pain, so he stopped moving for an instant.
He knew that if Xuanyuan Ming really wanted to kill An Xiyue, one strike of his sword would end An Xiyue's life, but in the end, Xuanyuan Ming miraculously gave up.
Suddenly, Xuanyuan Ming turned around resolutely. He felt that he came to the Northern Dynasty to have a grudge against a woman for no reason, but he still didn't want to kill her. He must be crazy.
Xuanyuan Ming walked down the mountain, as if he was escaping. The weak firelight instantly stretched his figure until he disappeared.
Xuanyuan Ming's provocative voice was heard in the air: "Take good care of your injuries. I look forward to seeing you on the battlefield."
Nangong Yuanyi didn't come back to his senses for a long time. He couldn't hear what Xuanyuan Ming said at all. His eyes seemed to be fixed on An Xiyue. When he went back, he must ask the emperor for marriage as soon as possible, otherwise, he would feel very uncomfortable. It's dangerous, this little girl is getting more and more courageous.
Suddenly, Nangong Yuanyi hugged An Xiyue and held her tightly in his arms. An Xiyue's body trembled suddenly and she asked in shock: "What are you doing?"
"I'll only hold him for a while, and I promise not to mess around." Nangong Yuanyi hugged An Xiyue lustfully and put his hands around An Xiyue's waist, making him feel better at this time.
An Xiyue felt something strange about Nangong Yuanyi. She originally wanted to push him away, but couldn't help but ask, "What happened to you?"
Nangong Yuanyi was trembling a little, and his ant poison seemed to be acting up again, but he didn't want An Xiyue to worry.
An Xiyue felt something strange about him and found that his forehead was already covered with fine sweat and his face was a little pale. He said in surprise: "You have an attack of ant poison."
"Let's go find Dragon Silk Grass to detoxify." An Xiyue supported Nangong Yuanyi.
Nangong Yuanyi's consciousness gradually became unclear. He pressed his whole body against An Xiyue's body and murmured: "Thousands of ants are gnawing at my heart. I can control myself. I will be fine if I endure it for a while."
At this time, An Xiyue was heartbroken. She glanced around, hoping that Taoist Wenshan would appear again. With his great powers, he would definitely be able to detoxify Nangong Yuanyi.
An Xiyue only knew that being poisoned by ant poison could reach the point of corroding bones and piercing the heart, but he did not expect that it would be so serious when the poison occurs. How did he survive the previous times?
