Even though the pain was blocked in time, Su Yu still burst into tears from the initial pain.
The assassin's sword was deflected and pierced into Cui Ling's shoulder.
With a muffled groan, Cui Ling endured the injury and turned around. He raised his arm and struck the sword through his chest. The assassin fell to the ground dead.
The next moment, another group of people appeared in the peach forest. They were restrained, well-trained, and worked closely with each other to face the original group of dead warriors and assassins.
For a moment, the sound of metal clashing was heard in my ears.
Bai Shan breathed a sigh of relief, luckily he arrived in time, otherwise something happened to the young master, and he would definitely be blamed for his death.
When Su Yu was injured, Cui Ling pulled her back to protect her.
Seeing the people on his side arriving, Cui Ling's expression did not change. There was neither luck nor joy, only endless fear and anger welling up from the bottom of his heart.
He calmly told Baishan: "Leave no one behind."
Baishan was stunned for a moment, then took the order: "Yes."
When his men arrived, Cui Ling, the master, naturally no longer had to take risks to kill the enemy. He threw down his sword with a clang, picked up the woman who was sweating in pain, and walked to the outside of the killing circle.
If you look closely, you can see that his arms are shaking slightly, and it's unclear whether it's because of injury or fear.
The moment Su Yu rushed over to block his sword, Cui Ling felt as if time stood still and everything around him was frozen except for his heart beating hard.
The silent panic caused his expression to change drastically.
Whether it was later pulling the person back to him or turning around to kill the assassin, he did it all based on instinct.
At this moment, holding the person in my arms and making sure that she was still alive, my heart felt at ease.
What followed was anger, both towards the assassin and towards Su Yu.
Facing the assassins, he ordered Baishan to leave no one behind.
Facing Su Yu, if she hadn't been injured, Cui Ling would have really wanted to pry open her mind to see what she was thinking. She would risk her life by meddling in such a dangerous situation.
Su Yu's face was as white as paper, there was such a big gash on her arm, and her clothes were dyed red with blood.
Her eyes filled with tears: "Cousin, it hurts so much."
Cui Ling looked at her expressionlessly and slowly said two words: "You deserve it."
Su Yu: "???"
Even so, Cui Ling still moved very quickly to help Su Yu stop the bleeding. With one stab, Su Yu's sleeve was torn open, revealing the blood-stained skin inside.
Su Yu's first reaction was to struggle when men and women were not close to each other.
Cui Ling scolded lightly: "Don't move. If the bleeding from such a big wound is not stopped in time, do you still want to live?"
Cui Ling's words may be exaggerated, but it is true that the sooner the bleeding is stopped, the better. It is necessary to tear off the clothes, otherwise they will stick to the wound and she will not be able to bear it again later.
Cui Ling lowered his eyes, his expression extremely serious and cautious. For this plan, the hemostatic powder he specially brought with him came into play.
He first carefully poured a little on the outside of the wound, then his arm suddenly tightened. It turned out that Su Yu had grabbed him in pain.
"Cousin, please be gentle..." Su Yu's tears fell again.
Cui Ling didn't say anything. The movement was indeed gentle, but no matter how gentle it was, the medicine still had to be applied. Su Yu's body trembled, she whimpered in pain, and her tears fell down.
Cui Ling glanced at her.
"Do you dare to be so reckless again?"
"I don't dare anymore." Su Yu burst into tears and shook her head, wincing suddenly, "It hurts..."
The system just watched the host act quietly, it hurt like hell! It can block pain faster than its grandson. If it really hurts, it will write its name upside down!
Su Yu pretended to be in pain while looking at the male protagonist.
He was obviously injured too. With the cuts and bloody holes on his body, his shoulder was almost punctured, and his lips were pale and blue, he looked more like a person who needed medicine than she did.
But he acted as if he couldn't feel anything, and he was applying medicine to a patient with minor injuries despite the blood all over his body.
Su Yu's voice trembled: "Cousin..."
Cui Ling moved softer: "Does it still hurt?"
Su Yu shook her head with tears in her eyes, and pointed to Cui Ling's wounds with her other intact arm: "You are injured too."
Cui Ling seemed to have just realized it. He lowered his head and comforted her: "I'm fine, don't worry."
Su Yu burst into tears and felt very distressed: "How could it be okay? There is a lot of blood on your body."
Cui Ling's face was pale, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly: "It looks scary, but it's okay."
The sound of weapons clashing behind him became smaller and smaller.
As the last assassin fell, the eldest lady and her entourage also arrived with the guards escorting them from the mansion.
Seeing the corpses on the ground and her son who looked like a bloody man, the eldest lady almost couldn't breathe: "Hanzhang!"
Zitong was so frightened that her legs went weak. When she saw Su Yu, she didn't care about anything else and ran over quickly, her eyes filled with tears just like Su Yu's.
"Miss!"
Cui Ling had already taken off her outer robe and covered Su Yu, covering her exposed skin on her arms. The wound was bandaged with strips of cloth torn off from her clothes. It was very rough and she had to find a doctor to re-bandage it as soon as possible.
His face turned pale and he handed Su Yu into Zi Tong's hands.
Mrs. Lin was also very frightened.
Lin Jinse supported her mother and first looked at Su Yu, who was supported by Zitong and looked weak in a man's robe, and her heart trembled.
The second time he looked at Cui Ling, he saw that he was covered in blood and his face was as white as paper. All his attention was on the injured woman, and he felt an inexplicable flinch.
Lin Jinse asked herself, she would never be able to do this.
Only when you have faced a sword can you realize how frightening it is to be so close to death.
Cui Yue was young and had never seen such a scene before.
At this moment, there were corpses all over the ground, the smell of blood was so strong that it choked your nose, and the legs of the pampered ladies were weak and trembling.
Seeing so many people, Baishan remembered what the young master had told him before, and immediately squatted down and reached into the arms of the man in black, and quickly took out a black token.
When he saw the words on the token, he was shocked.
"Young master, he belongs to the third prince."
This sentence reached the ears of everyone present clearly.
The moment the words fell, Cui Ling suddenly fell down.
After such a long time, he lost blood and was exhausted, even a strong man could not hold on.
"Hanzhang!" "Young Master!" "Eldest Young Master!" "Brother Hanzhang!"
The rising and falling voices of worry temporarily covered up what had just happened.
Su Yu: ...Is this what he said is okay?
…
It was a few days before we returned to Cui Mansion.
Su Yu's injury was not serious. After taking the medicine again, she only had to recuperate.
Cui Ling's injuries were much more serious. In order to avoid the impact of the running carriages and horses on his wounds, the group decided to stay in the temple temporarily.
Su Yu visited him once on the way.
Fortunately, the wound was treated promptly and there was no shock due to excessive blood loss or widespread infection.
Just when everyone breathed a sigh of relief, he actually started to have a fever at night.
After a period of chaos, his condition finally stabilized.
The eldest lady sat by the bed wiping her tears, and Su Yu also accompanied her with tears in her eyes: "Cousin Jiren has his own destiny, and he will be fine."
Mrs. Lin left that afternoon, taking Lin Jinse with her.
Thinking about it, although the two families have friendship, Cui Ling's injury has been controlled, but she is still in a coma after losing too much blood. There is no use staying in the Lin family. There are also large and small matters waiting for her to deal with in the Lin family. It is impossible to be like Cui Ling. Everyone in the mansion was keeping watch. Lin Jinse was from the girl's house, so it was impossible for her to stay overnight.
Cui Yue was frightened and asked the doctor to prescribe a calming soup for her. After drinking it, she was so sleepy that she fell asleep directly.
Therefore, there were only the eldest lady and Su Yu in the room.
Hearing her comfort, the eldest lady reluctantly cheered up.
"Good boy." The eldest lady patted the back of Su Yu's hand, "I have already heard what Baishan said. You helped Hanzhang block the sword. If it weren't for you, he might have been injured more seriously. From today on, you are ours." The benefactor of Cui Mansion.”
Su Yu quickly declined: "Don't say that. My cousin is very kind to me, and I should do this."
The eldest lady looked moved: "There is nothing that should or should not be done. It is a fact that you are kind to Hanzhang. When he wakes up, he must thank you. Before that, I also thank you on behalf of Hanzhang and the Cui family. "
Su Yu was at a loss: "Let's wait until my cousin wakes up to talk about everything."
The eldest lady nodded: "It's been a busy day and you're still injured, so go and have a rest."
Su Yu hesitated for a moment and was persuaded to leave by the eldest lady.
In short, the group stayed in the temple for a few days before going back.
