1663 The Real World 23

With a loud 'boom', a shadow fell heavily to the ground.

Feng Lihen fell back and fell on the wall, supporting the wall with one hand and holding the sword in the other, and staggered away from the alley.

He walked all the way towards the East City Gate, ready to cross the city wall, and keenly sensed that someone was chasing him behind him.

The other party is very likely to find out that the person is not her.

In his current situation, against them, there is only a dead end.

At the same time, in the small courtyard, the water vapor in the bedroom was swirling, the air was filled with a faint fragrance of flowers, and the silhouette of the beauty was vaguely reflected behind the screen. Bei Yutang closed his eyes and enjoyed the hot water immersion comfortably, his blood pulsed.

Her body is running the inner strength and heart method, and the speed and efficiency are much faster than usual.

Bei Yutang devoted herself to using the inner strength and mind method, and suddenly, a faint smell of blood floated into her nose.

As soon as her eyelids opened, a cold sword was placed around her neck.

Bei Yutang was startled, the person who came was silent, and she didn't notice it, which shows the high level of martial arts of this person.

Bei Yutang's voice trembled slightly, and said in fear, "Master, you can say what you want, and I will never give it with both hands."

"Stand up." A cold voice, without a trace of emotion.

Bei Yutang looked at the water, the body was clean and clean, and there was a faint light in the bottom of his eyes.

"I, I..." Bei Yutang hesitated shyly.

"Come on." The other party said in a low voice impatiently.

Bei Yutang gritted her teeth and moved her body slowly, revealing her full body from the tub. When her body was out of the water, Feng Lihen turned her head away.

Bei Yutang noticed the reflection on the ground and couldn't help sighing in relief.

When she got up, a set of clothes fell steadily on her body, wrapping her fair and delicate body.

The knife on her neck was still there, and as long as she moved slightly, the sharp sword would wipe her neck. Before he was not sure of escaping, Bei Yutang was about to stand still.

"This hero, are you injured?" Bei Yutang asked tentatively, "I'm a doctor and can help you."

As long as she escapes his hold, she can take back the initiative instead of being passively controlled by others.

Feng Lihen's face was pale, the hand holding the sword trembled slightly, an unstable, sharp blade entered a point. Bei Yutang only felt a pain in the neck, and a scarlet blood flowed out from the neck.

Bei Yutang was scolding secretly in her heart, when she heard someone behind him whisper, "Sorry."

After he finished speaking, he heard a thud behind him, and the person holding her fell to the ground.

Bei Yutang turned around and walked up to him. When he saw his face, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes.

It's him!

His eyes swept across his body, there were many scars, and the blood overflowing from many wounds was black. Obviously, those who dealt with him had poisoned knives.

It appears that their hunters found their trail shortly after she left.

Bei Yutang lifted him up from the ground and moved him to the bed. Looking at the embarrassed man, he sighed and began to undress him. He took off his clothes and took out her special antidote from the cabinet. , and hemostatic drugs.

By the time she was done, two quarters of an hour had passed.

Bei Yutang sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the person on the bed, and whispered to him: "Fortunately, I met me, otherwise your little life would be lost."