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A gust of wind suddenly swept past Feng Hengzhi's ear.

Feng Hengzhi lowered his eyelids slightly and almost subconsciously shifted his body to the side.

In the blink of an eye, an arrow flew straight toward Sang Luan.

Everything happened so suddenly that Sang Luan had no time to react and could only watch helplessly as the arrow grew larger and larger in her pupils.

Feng Hengzhi swiftly reached out and caught the rapidly approaching arrow in his hand.

next moment.

"Pfft..."

The sound of a sharp weapon piercing flesh suddenly rang out.

Sang Luan frowned and slowly lowered her head. The arrow had already pierced her shoulder, and Feng Hengzhi was holding the other end of the arrow with one hand.

A stream of blood slowly flowed from Feng Heng's palm, dripping onto the grass blades beside him, quickly blooming into an unusual color.

Feng Hengzhi glanced at Sang Luan with a complicated expression.

Almost simultaneously, the people waiting nearby quickly drew their swords and rushed forward to find the archer's hiding place.

He raised his sword and dropped it.

An unbearable pain shot through her shoulder, and Sang Luan gritted her teeth, "I'm so...unlucky..."

As soon as she finished speaking, Sang Luan's eyes rolled back, and her body went limp as she collapsed onto Feng Hengzhi's shoulder.

Feng Hengyi let go, and the arrow in his hand suddenly fell to the ground.

"Sir, what should we do with this man?"

Feng Hengzhi glanced at it casually, then parted his thin lips slightly, "The same as always."

Then, the men dragged the person away.

Feng Hengzhi raised his eyebrows slightly, first glancing at the arrows that had fallen to the ground, then at Sang Luan, who was lying limply in his arms.

"Get up." Feng Hengzhi looked straight ahead and spoke calmly.

Huh?

Can she still hear sounds from the outside world?

Seeing that the person in his arms did not react, Feng Hengzhi slowly smiled and then reached out to pull Sang Luan off him.

Without any support, Sang Luan instantly fell to the ground.

Sang Luan cried out and reached out to cover her aching buttocks.

She subconsciously touched her shoulder again, her face full of surprise.

She wasn't injured?

Sang Luan scrambled to her feet and her gaze fell on the person not far away.

The other party was dressed in black, and his aura was extremely intimidating.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his long black hair falling naturally down.

He simply stood there quietly, seemingly obscuring all the flowers and plants around him.

Suddenly, his figure seemed to sway precariously.

Sang Luan silently stepped forward and quickly arrived in front of Feng Hengzhi.

She tilted her head slightly, bent down a little, looked at Feng Hengzhi, and asked with a hint of concern in her voice, "Are you alright?"

Only then did she notice that blood was flowing continuously from Feng Hengzhi's drooping hand.

She looked back and saw traces of blood behind her.

Was the arrow that missed her because Feng Hengzhi caught it in time?

Feng Hengzhi lowered his head and walked straight ahead.

Sang Luan was conflicted. Although the person in front of her was indeed annoying, he had done so to save her.

Several men in black quickly stepped forward, trying to help Feng Hengzhi up.

After being glared at by Feng Hengzhi, the group had no choice but to silently move away and stand aside, rubbing their hands.

Sang Luan pursed her lips. Even in this state, she was still so fierce.

Suddenly, Feng Hengzhi stumbled, his body went limp, and he fell to the ground.

Sang Luan quickly squatted down and grabbed Feng Hengzhi's arm with both hands, "Brother Hengzhi, you..."

Feng Hengzhi gritted his teeth, turned sideways and forcefully flung Sang Luan's hand aside, coldly saying, "Don't touch me!"

His lips seemed to be trembling slightly, and they had lost their original color.

Sang Luan was immediately shocked. "You, how did you get so badly injured?"

A man in black immediately stepped forward, his eyes filled with deep worry, "The arrow is poisoned!"

Sang Luan's pupils widened suddenly. She raised her eyes slightly and looked at the several men in black around her. She said urgently, "Leave this to me. You all go find a doctor right away. Also, he can't be moved easily in his current condition, otherwise it will only get worse."

The group remained standing there, looking at each other.

Sang Luan: "Why are you still here? Hurry up and go! I am Hengzhi's lawfully wedded wife. Would I harm her?"

After a moment of silence, one of them stepped forward and cupped his hands in thanks to Sang Luan, saying, "Thank you very much. We'll be back soon."

The next moment, the group quickly left, taking the unconscious Yu Po with them.

A faint, almost imperceptible smell of blood suddenly wafted into Sang Luan's nostrils.

She held her breath, then took a deep breath, picked up a flower from the side, and sniffed it. She immediately felt much better.

Suddenly, the jade pendant at Feng Hengzhi's waist fell to the ground, and a drop of blood fell onto the pendant from his hand hanging at his side.

A touch of scarlet appeared on the originally white jade pendant.

Feng Hengzhi frowned deeply, looked up with great discomfort, and glanced at Sang Luan with displeasure.

Sang Luan silently raised her hand, looking wary. "I didn't do this."

“Pick it up.” Feng Hengzhi’s eyes were slightly closed, his voice clear and crisp.

Sang Luan pouted, and despite her reluctance, she bent down and picked up the jade pendant.

She gently rubbed her thumb on the jade pendant, a warm sensation spreading from her fingertips and quickly flowing through her entire body.

Immediately, Sang Luan looked around, casually grabbed a handful of flowers and plants from the surrounding area, and was about to make a move.

Feng Hengzhi suddenly opened his eyes and stared at her with displeasure. "What are you doing?"

Sang Luan's eyes turned up slightly at the corners, making the beauty mark at the corner of her eye stand out clearly. "There's blood on it."

Feng Hengzhi's expression, as if he wanted to devour her, made her abandon the idea of ​​wiping the bloodstains with flowers and herbs.

She slowly lowered her eyes, her gaze falling on Feng Hengzhi's robes.

He grabbed Feng Hengzhi's clothes and wiped the blood off the jade pendant.

Feng Hengzhi spoke coldly, his tone tinged with urgency, "Be gentle!"

Sang Luan paused in her movements. "Brother Hengzhi, you're already so badly injured, it's best if you say less. Don't worry, I know you value this jade pendant very much, I'll be careful."

As he spoke, the wiping motions on his hands slowed down considerably.

Feng Hengzhi was in very poor condition, so Sang Luan leaned him against a large tree.

At that moment, leaves drifted down from the tree and slowly landed on Feng Hengzhi's head.

Sang Luan slightly raised her eyelids and immediately saw the leaf.

She paused for a moment, and as soon as she raised her hand, Feng Hengzhi stared at her coldly again, taking a step back.

Sang Luan forced an awkward yet polite smile, quickly removed the leaf from Feng Hengzhi's head, and waved it in front of him, saying, "There's a leaf."

Sang Luan ignored Feng Hengzhi and sat down next to him, lowering her eyes to carefully wipe the bloodstains off the jade pendant.

No matter how she wiped it, the red stain on the jade pendant wouldn't go away; it was as if it were firmly stuck to it.

Suddenly, the jade pendant cracked open from top to bottom in the middle.

Sang Luan's smile froze instantly. Was she trying to stage an accident with her?