Marrying Wife and Concubine Together: After Rebirth, I Remarried the Scumbag's Father on the Sp

Min Ao remained calm under pressure, dodging the blade and drawing a concealed dagger from his waist, stabbing it precisely into the man's abdomen. The man in black screamed and collapsed onto the deck. He caught his breath, looked up at Zhan Yan, a hint of a smile in his eyes: "I can protect your mother, and I can protect you even more!"

Zhan Yan looked at her, a hint of approval and lingering fear flashing in his eyes, before throwing himself back into the battle: "Give it your all! Let's wipe them all out first!"

The waves still surged, swords clashed, and the sound of cold arrows piercing the air was incessant.

Min Ao maneuvered the crossbow, continuously shooting down the sails of enemy ships, while Zhan Yan fought bravely on the deck.

The two worked together seamlessly, and despite being in a perilous situation, their eyes remained firm. Their figures became each other's most solid support amidst the raging sea and storm.

The men in black were gradually losing ground. Seeing the situation was dire, the masked leader tried to order a retreat, but Zhan Yan cut off their escape route with a single stroke. "Trying to leave? Too late!" Zhan Yan's voice was like thunder. As his blade fell, the masked man collapsed to the ground.

The remaining men in black, seeing this, were terrified and fled into the sea. The deck was a mess, and the smell of blood mixed with the salty stench filled the air.

Zhan Yan strode over to Min Ao and looked him up and down: "Are you injured?"

Min Ao shook his head, his face smeared with blood, but he still smiled gently: "I'm fine, how about you?"

Zhan Yan tossed the handkerchief to him, her tone gentle: "It's alright."

He gazed at the gradually calming sea in the distance, his eyes still filled with vigilance. "This place is not safe to stay any longer. We should leave as soon as possible."

Min Ao nodded, standing side by side with Zhan Yan on the deck, his eyes full of smiles.

This was the first time the two of them had joined forces to fight an enemy, and their teamwork was truly excellent.

He wanted to reach out and pat him on the shoulder, but ultimately suppressed the thought.

Just then, a whooshing sound suddenly rang out from the sky.

Immediately afterwards, Min Ao shouted sharply, "Ayan, get out of the way!"

An arrow whistled through the air and pierced the back of Min Xiang's neck.

Zhan Yan's expression changed drastically, and he cried out in alarm, "Min Xiang!"

He looked up and saw an inconspicuous little boat disappear quickly on the sea, vanishing in an instant.

He dared not delay and immediately helped the wounded Min Xiang to the cabin.

Lin Yiwan and the Holy Maiden rushed forward anxiously, their faces filled with worry.

The saintess, in particular, had tears streaming down her face.

She asked in a trembling voice, "What happened? Weren't the assassins supposed to have left? Why are there still archers lying in ambush?"

Even though he was in excruciating pain all over his body, Min Ao still comforted him gently: "Awu, don't worry, I'm fine. I've always been strong, and this one arrow is nothing!"

The saintess couldn't help but sob, "You're so badly injured, how can I not worry?"

Lin Yiwan frowned and looked over, only to see that he was seriously injured.

The arrow pierced his entire shoulder blade, and blood continued to trickle out.

Perhaps because of the pain, his once handsome brows were now furrowed, and cold sweat slid down his temples and splattered onto his clothes.

His face had lost its usual composure, becoming almost transparently pale, like rice paper washed by a sudden rain. Only his lips retained a trace of fading color, which gradually dimmed with his rapid breathing.

He clenched his jaw tightly, his Adam's apple bobbing twice as if trying to suppress a muffled groan, but a very soft groan of pain still escaped, shattering before everyone's eyes.

His gaze gradually darkened, as if he wanted to see the saintess's face clearly and wipe away the tears from her cheeks.

But in the end, he no longer had the strength to lift his arm.

He could only utter a weak plea: "Awu, please don't cry, it breaks my heart!"

How could the saintess not cry? She had only been enjoying a few good years with Min Ao, and she didn't want him to die.

Seeing the blood still flowing, she desperately reached out to cover it, pleading, "Ayan, Wanwan, please, please save him! Please!"

Min Xiang's eyes, which were usually as bright as cold stars, were now veiled with tears, their light dimmed considerably, yet they remained stubbornly open.

His face grew even paler, even the tips of his ears lost their color, his lips were pressed into a pale line, and fine beads of sweat covered his forehead, sliding down his cheeks with a hint of fragile fragility.

He tilted his head back slightly and took a breath, his chest heaving violently. A faint flush finally appeared on his pale face, but it vanished in an instant, making his paleness all the more striking.

The blood from the wound was still seeping, and the speed at which it dripped from the saintess's fingertips gradually slowed down, but it made his body more and more unstable. He could only barely support himself by leaning against the broken wall behind him. The hands that had once commanded thousands of troops were now trembling slightly, revealing his weakness as he struggled to hold on.

He said in a hoarse voice, "Awu, don't make things difficult for them. Whether I live or die, you must accept it calmly!"

A hint of bloodlust flickered in the saintess's eyes. She gritted her teeth and said, "If you die, I will first tear those who harmed you to pieces, and then follow you in death!"

Min Ao squeezed his eyes shut: "Why are you doing this to yourself?"

Lin Yiwan had already brought the medicine box. She quickly ordered her men to lay Min Xiangping flat on the ground and said, "I will remove the arrow from him immediately. All of you, get out!"

The saintess stubbornly declared, "No, I will not back down. I am his wife, and I will stay by his side!"

Lin Yiwan glanced at Zhan Yan, then stepped forward helplessly: "Mother, with me and Wanwan here, don't be afraid. Why don't you go outside and wait?"

The saintess gripped his hand tightly: "I know what you're worried about. You're afraid I'll faint from the shock. But Ah Yan, Ao Ge is the most important person in my world besides you. How can I abandon him when his life hangs in the balance?"

After a pause, she spoke firmly again: "No matter what happens next, I can handle it, you don't need to worry about me!"

Lin Yiwan had no choice but to nod: "Alright, then Mother will stay. After I pull out the arrow, immediately apply hemostatic powder to the wound!"

The saintess's expression finally softened considerably. She stood beside Lin Yiwan, her expression solemn.

Lin Yiwan first checked the spot where the arrow had pierced her heart, and only after confirming that it had not damaged her heart meridian did she breathe a slight sigh of relief.

Without further hesitation, she immediately began to pull out the arrow.

However, as soon as he made a move, he suddenly saw blood gushing out again, and Min Ao also trembled violently from the pain.

Zhan Yan asked urgently, "Wanwan, what happened?"

Lin Yiwan gritted her teeth and replied, "They're barbed arrows. If you're not careful, they'll tear a bloody hole in his heart that can never be stopped!"

Zhan Yan froze abruptly. He had only just begun to develop feelings for Min Ao. Was he about to die?

Wouldn't the mother be very heartbroken?

He instinctively looked at the saintess, only to see her struggling to say, "Wanwan, do your best!"

Lin Yiwan had pulled out barbed arrows before, but Min Ao was different; he was her mother-in-law's husband.

Therefore, there are some things she needs to say beforehand.