Iceberg beauty lifts her head

He raised his face with difficulty.

His face was covered with blood and dust, and it was almost impossible to see his face clearly.

However, his eyes were very clear, and he was staring at the bloody boy—it was like hiding two never-extinguishing Buddha lamps in those eyes. Knowing that his death was imminent, he couldn't help shivering all over his body.

The blood boy squinted his eyes, bent down slightly, and raised his foot to push his chest violently.

In the pavilion, there was the sound of bones being shattered by a battering ram, and several pieces of the wooden floor were broken and sunken suddenly.

The blood on the young man's face faded instantly, and he became extremely pale!

The blood boy raised his bloody boots, but sneered silently.

His eyes were still bright, he struggled to get up, and slowly straightened his back.

Even though he has no power to fight back at this moment, he still has to stand up.

He is no longer trying to give her his own final blow, but just to prove, to prove to himself, that he is worthy of the mission of the Yao family to stand up for the heavens.

The blood boy said in a deep voice: "Oh, even though I am a woman, I have to respect you—you are a brave man."

47. Chapter 47

She has trained many ruthless killers and performed countless cruel missions for her, but she has never seen such cold eyes, for a mission, even her own life and death can be ignored.

If this person was born as a killer, he would be a reliable existence if he obeyed her!

Unfortunately, such a person is destined not to be tamed.

The young man clenched his fists and said coldly, "I don't need it. People like you admire it."

"So, in your next life, it's better to be a dog with your tail between you."

The blood boy laughed wildly, and his seal turned into a sharp giant purple spear, which instantly pierced Yao Qiyun's heart.

Strangely, it was the killers waiting outside the pavilion who groaned first. The messy knife shadows formed a light curtain, and the sound of begging for killing was everywhere.

There was a momentary hesitation in the blood boy's mind, the slender purple spear's castration remained unchanged, but the spear suddenly disappeared into a red shadow.

Yao Qiyun's pupils suddenly shrank!

Feng Chengyu stood between them with his arms outstretched, and the bruised spear tip pierced through the front ribs and penetrated straight through the right shoulder blade.

The wind in the corridor blew just in time, and even though he could only see his back, he could still feel a bloody smell filling his entire nostrils. The crimson clothes cut thick blood lines in an instant, and they scrambled to get out of the wound. Zhong Fei came out.

"Feng Chengyu..."

Yao Qiyun couldn't believe it.

Today, he chose to act alone because he didn't want Feng Chengyu to be involved in this vicious fight.

But this person still followed, and even blocked the fatal injury for him.

With his hands behind his back, Feng Chengyu quietly made an OK gesture to him.

Yao Qiyun understood, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

At some point, a vial of jadeite the size of a fingernail was added to his hand. When he pried it away with his thumb, the soft red cork flew off.

Relying on his astonishing explosive power, the young man suddenly splashed the cartilage into the blood boy's eyes at a speed that was absolutely different from ordinary people.

There was a scream, and the end gradually died down.

The blood boy was caught off guard by him, and after a violent convulsion, he was turned into a puddle of corpse water alive.

A black shadow flickered outside the window, between the man in black and the killer, sword shadows intertwined, and they were fighting fiercely.

Taking advantage of the delay of the man in black brought by Feng Chengyu outside, Yao Qiyun hugged Feng Chengyu vigorously, smashed open the glass window, and fled to the attic corridor.

After a little bit of stamina, his speed of escape slowed down.His clothes were soaked in blood, sticking to his skin.

In the end, he led Feng Chengyu out of the long corridor slowly, and hid behind a pillar to temporarily cover people's eyes and ears.

This is the ground floor of the auction pavilion, and the second floor is still full of killers, so it's not safe, but he had to stop and run away.

Just now, his internal strength broke out completely, and he couldn't maintain his physical strength for a long time.

On the contrary, Feng Chengyu, who was leaning against the pillar, covered the wound under his ribs, and smiled heartlessly at his partner who was helping him with the wound.

The muscles around the wound were treated well, and all necrotic tissue was removed by him.

The boy in white pressed the wound with his hand to stop the bleeding, casually bit off a piece of cloth from his sleeve, and carefully bandaged it round and round for him.

His technique was so proficient that it was almost mechanical, and it didn't cause any unnecessary pain.

In less than half a quarter of an hour, the serious injury comparable to disability was barely bandaged.At this time, on the second floor of the attic, the sound of fighting came faintly, and it sounded like the fight was in full swing.

The smile on Feng Chengyu's face was truly relaxed. He knew that the killers couldn't come here for the time being.

Holding on to the concave wall of the colonnade, he stretched out his hand and carefully touched Yao Qiyun's back, and said with concern: "You are also injured, I will give you..."

Yao Qiyun didn't speak, and when he looked out of the corridor from the corner of his eyes, his eyebrows suddenly frowned.

Feng Chengyu also sensed the wind flowing around him, and slowly let go of the hand on his back - he felt that the young man's body was gradually tensing up, indicating that he was vigilant against hidden dangers.

Yao Qiyun held his breath, but his true energy could not surge again, his sleeves fell vertically, and no wind could flow out.

"You hide behind me." His voice was extremely low, and his eyes were always looking straight ahead.

Feng Chengyu looked in the direction he was looking at, and his heart was in his throat: on the encircled pavilion, rows of crossbow arrows aimed at both of them with poisonous cold light from the arrow tips.

The number of killers that the blood boy really ambushed far exceeded their imagination!

They are the blood boy's blindly loyal subordinates, and they have always admired her, even admired her.

Seeing her being killed by Yao Qiyun with his own eyes, he must have gritted his teeth with hatred at this moment, and wanted to kill him both no matter what the price was?

Feng Chengyu licked his pale lips.

"I'm not a coward..." He also whispered a few words, and stood beside him: "I want to live and die with you."

Yao Qiyun didn't answer, her thin lips formed a straight line, but she unconsciously glanced at this man from the corner of her eye.

He has long been used to being in such a desperate situation, but once he completely dragged Feng Chengyu into the water, he felt remorse and fear for a moment.

Dozens of fully drawn bowstrings burst open suddenly, and every tiny tremolo struck the young man's heart, causing his heart to tremble accordingly.

The last time such an out-of-control heartbeat was due to Feng Chengyu.This young man is still by his side, he is wearing a crimson windbreaker, and he always has a bright smile on his face. Last time when he was sitting alone under the crabapple tree admiring the flowers, his long dark hair was lifted by the breeze. vividly.

Everything seems like yesterday.

"I want to live and die with you."

He is a reclusive son who has lived a peaceful and wealthy life, so he shouldn't have been involved in disputes between the rivers and lakes.

How can you die with yourself?

The last thing I want to see is his death!

Yao Qiyun suddenly clenched his fists.

He waved his sleeves and pushed Feng Chengyu behind him, and rushed towards the roof of the pavilion!

The sound of countless arrows and crossbows piercing the air almost whizzed past my ears.

Relying on the last sliver of internal force that he had summoned from his deep background, his murderous aura surged all over his body, and he shattered the flying feather arrows!

However, the angry arrows poured down from the attic like a torrential rain.

A rain of arrows filled the sky, like black dragons gathering in the air, reflecting into the amber eyes of the young man.

He slowly closed his eyes and loosened his clenched fists.

If you really can't protect him, at least your own life can delay a short turnaround for him...

"Qiyun!" Suddenly, an urgent call came from my ear.

"Hiss..." After repeated muffled sounds, Yao Qiyun clearly heard an uncontrollable moan of pain. He only felt his whole body tremble, and his body was caged into a warm chest.

He opened his eyes in surprise, and Feng Chengyu held him in his arms, using all his strength to support him so that he didn't fall down on him.

Blood gushed out of the back shot by dozens of sharp arrows.

The deadliest one directly penetrated his right back heart.

"You..." Yao Qiyun's pupils trembled slightly.

In the mess of hair, the lips of the bloody son moved slightly.

Bright red blood flowed out, quickly dyeing his pale lips red.The boundless twilight gathered on his face, a pair of peach blossom eyes changing with affectionate soft light:

"You promised me that you would not leave alone, but you still broke your promise. It is not so easy to get rid of me..."

The sharp howling arrow pierced Changhong, resounding through the entire Sihe attic like cold electricity.

The sticky bright red, like scattered sky blood, splashed out from the ragged clothes.

The brightly dressed young master used his flesh and blood as a shield to firmly protect the young man, blocking all harm for him.

Yao Qiyun hugged him and drifted away.

But when the next wave of arrows hit, the man broke free from his embrace.

He rushed ahead of the boy, persistently opened his arms, and let the arrow rain hit his chest again.

The seven cold arrows disappeared, and the blood rained down.

However, at that moment, he turned his back on Yao Qiyun without hesitation, and tried his best to prevent him from being hurt even a little bit.

Yao Qiyun's ice sculpture-like face was strongly moved.

She wanted to hold his hand, but there was nowhere to go.

The bow and arrow pierced through his body like the spines of a hedgehog.

His red shirt was soaked in blood and was completely soaked.Countless blood lines dripped from the skirt.

Long jet-black hair hangs down from the red scarf, and the ends of the hair are pierced with dense arrow feathers.

He raised his face with difficulty, the bright colors gradually faded from his eyes, and the pupils were about to disperse, just staring at Yao Qiyun for a moment.

His pale lips moved, his voice was almost inaudible, like someone whispering after a deep sleep: "This is a busy city...the right way will come soon, you...you will live..."

A full 27 years of life, this