Chapter 193 Inrush

Ye 23 raised his right arm high, and the red blood flowed into Qiu Yuhan's body along the tube. He prayed silently in his heart that his blood type matched her blood type.

While oppressing his blood flow, he observed Qiu Yuhan's physical reaction. Fortunately, the other party did not have a physiological reaction due to blood type discord.

His heart is a little calmer, at least it shows that there is still hope!

Time flows minute by minute, and the sun seems to have reached the point, leaving only half of the body remaining in the sky. The sun shines into the Ye family and shines on the five shadows in the bamboo forest of the Ye family, so that they can enjoy the last sunshine of the day.

The first and others seemed to have been petrified, and there was only the dilapided hut in their eyes. For a long time, there was finally a trace of brilliance in their eyes, and a teenager appeared in their sight.

The teenager's face was a little pale, but there was a sense of excitement between his eyebrows. When he walked out of the door, he waved his clenched fists to the sky.

"She's fine!" The sword asked consciously, but as soon as he said the words, he regretted it. How could a person with exhausted blood be better? He was not... But he was petrified in an instant. When he still regretted his words for his disrespectful thinking, such a scene appeared in his eyes.

The teenager, who was still a little pale, nodded, showed his snow-white teeth, raised an arc at the corners of his mouth, and said with a bright smile, "Okay, but it still needs to rest for a while!"

The sword and the four old men suddenly felt that their brains were short-circuited and looked at the people around them. However, from their eyes, they found that their brains were not short-circuited. That's what the teenager did say. In an eye, they were petrified again.

Ye 23 passed by them and said, "I'm also a little tired. I want to take a break. Brother Shenjian, help me take care of her!"

The sword nodded consciously, and there were still dull eyes in one pair of eyes. It was not until Ye 23 disappeared from their sight that five people reflected.

The divine sword rushed in one by one and rushed into the hut with lightning speed. Their eyes were shining, as if there were some rare treasures in it. The four white-haired old men were also unwilling to lag behind. They mentioned Zhenyuan one after another and rushed in. Although their speed was fast, their footsteps were very light.

Five people stared at the girl lying in ** with ten eyes. They knew that the girl was well without exploring. Although she was still weak, her life was saved.

In an instant, they were petrified again. Their eyes were big, like stars in the sky, and their mouths were also so big that they could put in an egg.

The night was thick, and Ye 23 lay in the comfortable **. He slept soundly. The curvature of the corners of his mouth never put down, and the faint smile seemed to infect many people.

As soon as the sword stood out of the window and looked at the teenager, who had given him many surprises, this time he was shocked again, but with a smile.

In the back mountain of the Ye family, on a stone, a figure stood in the wind, looking up at the moon, and his eyes were full of tears. His body was trembling slightly, and his thoughts had drifted into the distance. He muttered, "Aheng, you are saved. You are really saved. Wait for me!"

The sad sound blows far away with the soft mountain wind.

Three strokes on the sun, Ye 23 slowly woke up. At this time, he slept very sweetly and stretched out. He walked out of the door and came to the bamboo forest, breathing the last wisp of air with morning dew. His mood was as good as today's sun.

Although Qiu Yuhan hasn't woken up yet, it's just a matter of time. Ye 23 is estimated to be three or five days at most, and she can wake up. After all, her body is really too weak. First, she was seriously injured and lost too much blood. Later, so much blood was extracted, causing her bloodline to almost dry up, but Fortunately, he and Qiu Yuhan's blood type are the same, otherwise he can only watch her die.

He doesn't have any hatred for Shen Jianyi. After all, he is thinking about the whole Ye family.

In a large house, a middle-aged scribe stood by a pool of spring water, sprinkled fish food with interest, attracting a group of rainbow carp to compete for food. His movements were full of comfort, and people couldn't help but indulge in him.

This person is naturally the original owner of Qiu Yuhan, a middle-aged scribe who was injured by the divine sword.

not far behind him, a big man stood on the tree, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he was too weak, but his feet kicked the grass at his feet like his little daughter, which was iron blood.

"What, iron-blooded brother, you have something on your mind!" The middle-aged scribe continued to throw the fish food in his hand, and his eyes were still on the competing rainbow carp.

After the middle-aged scribe said, he had not received a reply for a long time, and he was not in a hurry. He continued his elegant movements, but there was a trace of viciousness in his eyes.

This iron-blooded, since the last time he returned from the Ye family, seems to have become a person. He not only has become timid, saying that the Ye family can't be provoked, but also bumped against him several times. If he hadn't been afraid of the power behind him, he would have turned him into a dead man!

"Brother Iron-blood, I don't know when your people will arrive, but everything is ready on my side!" The voice of the middle-aged scribe is still lukewarm.

The iron-blooded heart seemed to return to himself, opened the eyes that were about to be closed, and said coldly, "You don't have to ask me in the future, and I won't interfere in the affairs between you anymore. Today, I'm here to tell you that there is nothing to do with you and me from now on!"

"Is this the meaning of Iron-blooded Brother or your power!" The middle-aged scribe turned around with a gentle smile on his face, and his voice was warm and comfortable.

The iron-blooded snorted coldly, and the cold voice sounded again: "For the sake of you and me, I advise you not to touch the thoughts of the Ye family again, otherwise..." The voice paused for a moment, and the iron-blooded eyes had a little more warning: "Your end will be worse than this time!"

The smile of the middle-aged scribe suddenly froze on his face, but the iron blood did not seem to see it. He continued to say, "This is my advice to you!" After saying that, he turned around and left.

Two extremely vicious eyes were shot in the middle-aged scribe's eyes, and there was no longer that gentle and elegant appearance. The grid between his hands was loud. Because of excessive force, his joints were a little white.

At this moment, the murderous spirit had moved in his heart, but when he thought of the Ye family, the magic sword, and Qiu Yuhan who betrayed him, he resisted. He secretly vowed that when all this was over, he would treat this iron blood well, and he would definitely let him taste his own methods.

He suddenly turned around and sucked into the water with his left hand. A rainbow carp, which was foraging, came to his hand with a splash of water, tossed.

The middle-aged scribe looked up at the sky, and his almost crazy eyes seemed to smash the whole sky. With a "plop", the rainbow carp in his hand turned into crushed meat, and the bright red fish blood stained his hands. The crazy voice sounded in this quiet courtyard: "I want you to die, whether you betray me or not. If you still offend me, you will die!"

However, the middle-aged scribe's mood calmed down, and his face returned to the appearance of a great Confucian. He took out a handkerchief from his arms and carefully wiped the blood on his hand. Until he could not see any blood stains, he stopped, threw the handkerchief at his feet, and then took out a jade slip from his arms and gently Crushed, and as a white light flashed past and slid into the sky, there was an unbearable smile at the corners of his mouth, a creepy smile.

After all this, he turned around and left, but every time he landed, there was a faint footprint. The footprints were stained with blood that he could not wipe, and the air was also filled with a faint blood.