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There was a sound of someone falling to the ground beside him, and a man with a silver face descended from the sky with a sword in his hand. With a slaughtering gesture, he chopped down all those who intended to hurt Yang Huai.

The four of them were still, blood dripped onto the ground along the cold blade. He supported Yang Huai, who had fainted and was covering Xie Nanxing, with one hand, and asked Xie Nanxing in a cold voice: "Why did you leave the inn?"

He just went out to track down the whereabouts of several people in Gusu, and lost track of the two people.

Xie Nanxing stood up by himself, holding on to the wall. Covered in blood, he reached out to feel Yang Huai's breath. After confirming that he was still alive, he put his panicked and bitter heart into his chest.

It’s good to be alive, as long as you are alive there is hope.

His eyes moved away from Yang Huai. Among the corpses on the ground, Xie Nanxing saw that the man who first swung the sharp blade at him and Yang Huai was hit by an arrow.

Shen Jinmo came to save him.

Where is Shen Jinmo now?

Holding Yang Huai and taking a step back, Sui Yi stubbornly waited for Xie Nanxing to explain: "Why did Master Xie leave the inn?"

"We didn't know you were here. The two of us would die if we stayed in the inn." Pingjing looked at Suiyi. Xie Nanxing needed Suiyi now: "Ahuai is seriously injured. Let's take him to see a doctor."

The sword was sheathed, and Sui Yi took Yang Huai into his arms: "I will take care of Yang Huai's affairs, Master Xie just protect yourself. If anything happens to you, not only Yang Huai and I, but everyone in Xiangzhuyuan will be buried with you."

Sui Yi's strong hostility made Xie Nanxing feel puzzled. Looking at Sui Yi's back as he walked out with Yang Huai in his arms, Xie Nanxing felt helpless as if he was left alone there.

"Xie Nanxing."

The haunting voice came from the other end of the alley. Xie Nanxing turned around suddenly, raised his bloody hands and rubbed his eyes.

The person who came was indeed Shen Jinmo, with a long whip on his waist and a crossbow in his hand.

Looking at the person who was getting closer to him, the tears that had not been shed even when he was dying, dripped from the corners of his eyes.

His eyes were filled with strong grievance, his lips pursed slightly, and he glanced at the year-old who had just stopped walking and yelled at him.

Xie Nanxing is like a child who has found the support of his parents.

He bent down and hugged the bloody Xie Nanxing in his arms, holding Xie Nanxing's waist with one hand and pressing Xie Nanxing's head to his shoulder with the other.

The familiar smell of medicine mixed with the smell of blood, Shen Jinmo's heart began to calm down, his whole body became warm, only his eyes, which Xie Nanxing could not see, were filled with murderous intent.

His cold eyes fell on the unconscious Yang Huai. Looking at Sui Yi's hand around Yang Huai's waist and thinking about the question he had just heard from a distance, Shen Jinmo pulled out the whip from his waist and swung it towards Sui Yi.

Worried that Yang Huai might get hurt, Sui Yi quickly changed his position. He was hit on the back by Shen Jinmo's whip, which was packed with internal force, and blood spurted out from the corner of his mouth.

Shen Jinmo knew from the beginning that Sui Yi would be able to withstand the whip.

And Suiyi deserves this whipping.

From Shen Jinmo's perspective, Xie Nanxing doesn't owe Yang Huai anything.

"Sui Yi, Yang Huai promised me that I would protect Xie Nanxing with my life. He was just doing his part."

With one hand, he gently patted Xie Nanxing to comfort her, but every word he said to Sui Yi was heartbreaking: "When he was tortured to death, what were you doing?"

"You are taking advantage of his unconsciousness to speak to the master he risked his life to protect in this tone. Who are you showing your affection to?"

Without explanation or covering up, Sui Yi directly picked up Yang Huai by the waist, as if he was holding up a treasure that had been lost and recovered: "I congratulate Lord Shen for getting what he wished for."

The whip flew out from his hand and wrapped around Suiyi's neck: "Suiyi, you have never been qualified to negotiate with me."

"You didn't have it when you had no place to go, and now that you have the person you want, you don't have it either."

"You followed them out of Luoan without permission and let them get hurt. What qualifications do you have to shift the blame of your incompetence onto Xie Nanxing?"

The pain of suffocation came, but Sui Yi's hands holding Yang Huai remained steady.

Xie Nanxing heard the unbearable sobbing, looked back, and put his arms around Shen Jinmo's neck again. He scratched the back of Shen Jinmo's head with his dirty hands: "Shen Jinmo, I'm fine, don't be so fierce."

The strength in his hands slowly faded, and the whip was retracted. There was still murderous intent in Shen Jinmo's eyes: "If you do it again, I will kill you."

Holding Xie Nanxing in his arms and walking towards the alley, Shen Jinmo patted Xie Nanxing's back again.

Even through the thick cotton clothes, Xie Nanxing could feel Shen Jinmo's trembling under the tension.

Shen Jinmo was scared.

Even more frightened than Xie Nanxing, who had just crawled back from the brink of death.

"Shen Jinmo, will he lose Yang Huai?"

"No, he was originally assigned to monitor my secret guard."

Shen Jinmo's deliberately gentle voice sounded a little harsh: "If he leaves Luo An this time, it will be a capital crime if that person hears it."

"Is he doing this for Yang Huai?"

"Well, when he was about to breathe his last, Yang Huai threw a steamed bun to him. He has been looking for this person all these years."

"You already knew?"

"I know." He said in a deep voice.

Afraid that Xie Nanxing would think he was cold, Shen Jinmo began to explain: "But I certainly didn't expect that he would risk his life for a steamed bun."

After confirming Yang Huai's safety, Xie Nanxing didn't want to divide his attention on anyone other than Shen Jinmo.

The hand around Shen Jinmo's neck tightened a little bit, and Xie Nanxing rubbed her bloody and dirty face against Shen Jinmo's cheek, like a little kitten trying to make her husband happy.

The end of the year is the busiest time for the inn. Shen Jinmo held Xie Nanxing in his arms and searched for a long time before he found a place with a vacant room.

Putting the obviously thinner person on the bed, Shen Jinmo personally helped Xie Nanxing change his bloodstained clothes, and then held Xie Nanxing on his lap.

Warm water fell from Shen Jinmo's fingertips onto Xie Nanxing's forehead, and the blood on his head was washed away bit by bit.

From the time they met again until now, Shen Jinmo never dared to look Xie Nanxing in the eye.

Shen Jinmo felt guilty.

The fingers that fell on Xie Nanxing's hair were filled with extreme cherishment and tenderness.

The blood on Xie Nanxing's face had dried long ago, and as soon as he opened his mouth to speak, cracks appeared on the dried blood.

"Shen Jinmo, did you shoot that arrow just now?"

"Ah."

"Shen Jinmo, you are so amazing. You can even shoot arrows so far."

Xie Nanxing raised his hand and rubbed Shen Jinmo's earlobe: "Let me tell you, I just called Shen Jinmo to save me, and you killed the killer."

"Shen Jinmo, how come you are so powerful?"

"Shen Jinmo, you really are the most powerful man in the world."

"Xie Nanxing." He paused for a moment, "I can't guarantee that the arrow could really kill that person."

Xie Nanxing finally understood why Shen Jinmo was so frightened.

It turned out that no one could guarantee that he and Yang Huaigang would survive.

But these are no longer important.

The important thing is that they survived.