Chapter 457 Falling

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Chapter 457 Falling

Mu Jin's body was like falling stars, slowly getting smaller and smaller in front of her eyes, until she completely disappeared in front of her eyes.

Feng Yin lay heavily on the wooden board, looking at the shining stars, slowly raised the corners of his lips, he finally became Mu Jin!

At this moment, a figure dressed in fiery red flashed from the corner of Feng Yin's eyes.

"Ning Zheyan!" Ning Zheyan, who was squatting down to secretly carry Wei Yuanwei away from the ground, paused.

A flirtatious and feminine face appeared under the pale moonlight.

"My lord!" Ning Zheyan immediately knelt down and bowed his head respectfully: "You will spare Wei Yuanwei's life?"

"You saw my face, do you think I will spare you?" Feng Yin's cold eyes shot at Ning Zheyan.

At some point in his hand, there was a shiny silver needle.

Ning Zheyan looked a little flustered, and gently put Wei Yuanwei back on the wooden board: "My lord, Zheyan has always thought that he is the most proud disciple of the lord, and the lord also personally taught Zheyan how to make poison and use hidden weapons." , Zheyan has a heart of reverence for the Lord, and even more so, he has sworn to be loyal to the Lord to the death!"

"The pavilion master you are in awe of has already been killed by me!" Feng Yin snorted coldly, and after finishing speaking coldly, the silver needle in his hand shot towards Ning Zheyan.

However, the silver needle in Ning Zheyan's hand was shot out of Fengyin's hand in one step, and two shots were shot in succession. The first one was inserted into Fengyin's body, and the second one knocked down the silver needle that Fengyin shot over.

Because of his physical condition, he couldn't use his internal strength, and he couldn't use force easily, so Ning Zheyan made the silver needle in his hand superb, and the shot was even more accurate than Feng Yin.

Feng Yin's body lying on the ground groaned, struggled a few times, and passed out.

Ning Zheyan raised his face, but his coquettish eyes were filled with thick killing intent, his bright red lips were biting lightly, and his voice was also extraordinarily ruthless: "I heard your conversation just now, I naturally Knowing that you are not the old Pavilion Master who made me fear back then!"

Ning Zheyan pulled out the Yuyu knife on Wei Yuanwei's waist, and walked to Feng Yin's side, his coquettish eyes were full of hatred: "You killed the pavilion master I have always respected, I will never let you die like this relaxing!"

Speaking of which, Ning Zheyan raised the Wuyu knife and was about to poke Ning Zheyan's eyes, but a pair of Jieyu's hands held Ning Zheyan's wrist holding the Wuyu knife.

Immediately, Ning Zhe's face changed suddenly, and his left hand quickly took Feng Yin's exhaled palm.

The strong palms of the two separated them at once.

"Pa" was another sound of the railing being broken, Feng Yin was already very close to the railing, and when he was shaken away by the palm wind, he bumped into the railing again and again.

Ning Zheyan didn't care about his left hand, which was so shocked that he lost consciousness, and shot a silver needle in his backhand towards Feng Yin, but immediately after, Ning Zheyan shot the silver needle several times, but Feng Yin dodged it.

Seeing that Feng Yin was about to climb up from the railing, but the silver needles on his body had been exhausted, Ning Zheyan touched the needle for infusion in his waist with one hand, and shot at Feng Yin without thinking.

Feng Yin's head was hit, and immediately, Feng Yin's hand was released, and his whole body fell from the watchtower.

"Pfft..." Ning Zheyan spat out a mouthful of blood, his pale face was like the thin snow in winter, lifeless.

Ning Zheyan immediately acupointed acupuncture points on her body to control the flow of blood, then picked up Wei Yuanwei and walked down from the watchtower.

When Wei Yuanwei woke up, her whole body was sore, and the scene in front of her was very strange, and the sound of a clear stream came from her ears!

what happened? Shouldn't she be in the palace? Why did she suddenly come to this wilderness?

Wei Yuanwei sat up from the grass at once, only to find that there was a person lying beside her, who else could be in that fiery clothes besides Ning Zheyan?

"Ning Zheyan? Ning Zheyan?" Wei Yuanwei was shocked when she turned Ning Zheyan over.

His face was as pale as a dead man's, and his originally beautiful lips were even more horribly purple.

Wei Yuanwei yelled a few more times, but Ning Zheyan still didn't respond, Wei Yuanwei touched Ning Zheyan's pulse, it was already very weak, and her body was extraordinarily cold.

Wei Yuanwei didn't care much, rummaged through Ning Zheyan's body, and found the infusion needle that Ning Zheyan was carrying with her.

He urgently needs fresh blood now!

Following the faint moonlight, Wei Yuanwei inserted the needle into her own vein, drew out a tube of fresh blood, and injected it into Ning Zheyan's body.

Wei Yuanwei drew three tubes of blood in a row, and Ning Zheyan's face turned slightly rosy.

"Ning Zheyan, what happened? Why are you here?" Wei Yuanwei stood by for a long time, and asked immediately when she saw Ning Zheyan open her eyes.

At this time, the sky was already slightly bright, hazy, and the light shone on Wei Yuanwei's face, making Wei Yuanwei's face look snow-white.

"What's wrong with you?" Ning Zheyan frowned slightly, then looked down at his arm, and said, "Did you give me a blood transfusion?"

Wei Yuanwei nodded: "Why are you here? And why am I with you? What about Mu Jin? Why didn't he come to me after I waited for so long?"

"He won't come!" Ning Zheyan's voice was very haggard, Feng Yin's inner strength was stronger than his, even if he was seriously injured, it was enough to kill him.

"What did you say?" Wei Yuanwei's anxious face paused quickly.

"He's already dead!" Ning Zheyan opened those coquettish eyes weakly, the peach blossom eyes that should have been shining brightly, but at this time they were dim stars that lost their brilliance.

Wei Yuanwei was as if struck by a huge lightning, her body was stiff, her eyes were straight, and after a long time she said: "Impossible, Mu Jin will not die, he promised me that he will come back! You lied to me Yes or no?"

"I watched him fall from that watchtower..." Ning Zheyan looked away, looking at the watchtower standing on a mountain in front of him.

"Why is he on the watchtower?" Wei Yuanwei became more and more puzzled, she really didn't have any impression? She only knew that when she was in the Anle Hall, her heart suddenly beat very fast, and then she lost consciousness. It was not until she woke up that she found herself lying in the wild, with Ning Zheyan lying beside her.

What happened during the time she was unconscious?

"It seems that Mu Jin made a deal with the owner of the pavilion, which may be related to the poison on your body, but then the two of them started fighting for some reason. When I went up to the watchtower, Mu Jin had already fallen from the attic I'm dead, and the pavilion master is also injured, I wanted to secretly rescue you, but I didn't expect... the pavilion master I have always feared in my heart is already dead!" Ning Zheyan said intermittently, with a very loud voice. The weakness was like the sound of mosquitoes, Wei Yuanwei put his ear to Ning Zheyan's mouth.