Chapter 322 Laughing Eyes

Walking in the bustling crowd, looking at the colorful scenery and listening to the noise, Yang Yanzhao turned back several times without showing any trace. Seeing that no one was following him, he was relieved.

The little girl Chen Moer shuttled happily in the market like a flower butterfly. When she saw something strange, she looked back and danced her little hands to Qiong'e and Zuo Po, making a crisp and happy laugh from time to time.

In a faint time, Yang Yanzhao seemed to hear the cheers of the eighth sister. In his heart, an uncontrollable thought emerged, and then raised his head. Isn't the girl with a smile on the flowery face in the dim lights the eighth sister he misses very much?

not far away, Zuo Po Sa looked back at Yang Yanzhao standing in the distance. A trace of unbearable appeared in her eyes, while Chen Moer, who was holding a clay doll, trotted forward, pulled the corner of his clothes and called, "Sir, son..."

After several sounds, Yang Yanzhao came to his senses and saw several women looking at him. He immediately smiled and said, "This light is so dazzling that it makes me a little crazy."

With that, he took Chen Moer's hand and asked the little girl, but she saw what she liked. The two walked forward with a smile. Qiong'e and Zuo Po's behind them hesitated for a moment, and they also moved gently and caught up.

"It's really delicious!"

Not long after, Chen Moer ate the fruit crisp in her hand and blinked her amber eyes and looked around for fear of missing the fun.

Qiong'e may have never eaten a snack in the eyes of everyone. After hesitating for a while, she took over the oil paper bag handed over by Yang Yanzhao and took a few bites. She was experiencing the feeling, so she was pulled by Chen Moer to the front to see the lantern.

"No, here you are."

He handed a piece of fruit crisp in his hand to the silent left woman. Seeing that the latter was unmoved, Yang Yanzhao curled his lips and said, "Don't show your face all day long. Although I don't like you in my heart and hate the so-called witch religion, this night, you and I are all relatives and useless, so we forget each other's resentment for the time being. Let's enjoy the scenery on the street!"

Hearing the words, Zuo Posa took a deep look at Yang Yanzhao, but still did not extend his hand.

"In this case, I'd better keep it for myself to eat. I'm kindly regarded as a donkey's liver and lung."

Shrugging her shoulders, Yang Yanzhao was about to withdraw his hand, but was grabbed by Zuo Po's suddenly stretched out his delicate jade hand. Later, she raised her head and walked forward. After a while, she slowly ate it.

Seeing this scene, Yang Yanzhao, who fell behind, smiled. The crazy woman could also leave her high airs, which surprised him a little.

The night market was extremely lively, and the three women also had a lot of fun. Yang Yanzhao followed them and only heard the cheerful smiles of Chen Moer and Qiong'e. Even Zuo Posa showed an unusual smile.

Suddenly, a flame lit up out of thin air, and then there were bursts of cheers. Chen Moer, who was looking at the flower paper on the roadside, immediately lost the paper man in her hand and shouted with her little hands dancing to Qiong'e and Zuo Grandma, "Princes sister, Sister Zuo, look, there is juggling there!"

The little girl, like a loach, squeezed into the crowd in the blink of an eye. Qiong'e and Zuo Posi obviously liked it very much. They were light, passed through the tide of the crowd and followed her.

There was Zuo Po-sa, who was secretly lucky, opening the way in front of him. Soon, Yang Yanzhao also saw the juggling that everyone shouted well.

Several people in shabby jackets are doing performances such as spitting fire, swallowing swords and breaking stones on their chests. Although they are some small tricks, in this year, ordinary people who usually have no fun are always tired of watching it, and these juggles around the world are extremely popular.

At this time, a man with a fleshy face lay on the ground. His companion swung a big hammer and hit the big stone on his chest. He only heard a roar. The hammer fell, the big stone cracked, and the man jumped up.

Suddenly, there were cheers, and Chen Moer clapped her little hands excitedly.

Later, several more people came out, holding torches in their hands and walking around the audience for a few times. Countless people screamed as they spit out flames.

Of course, Yang Yanzhao also watched it with relish. He ate the fruit in his hand and had a lazy smile on his face. It seemed that he watched it more happily than anyone else.

I don't know when several torches gathered together. Under the boiling voice, the flames spewed out became more and more gorgeous, and the light rose in the sky, reflecting Chen Moer's flower-like face.

"Wow...!"

A mass of fire hit Yang Yanzhao, with a faint smoke and a touching demonic green.

"Take the end with you!"

With a roar, Yang Yanzhao smashed half of the fruit in his hand into the blue-faced man who took out a knife from nowhere, and then quickly got into the crowd.

At this moment, there are people around him who are screaming and running away. Yang Yanzhao only feels that there are several murders behind him. Obviously, these people are coming towards him.

Mixed in the flow of people, he was about to escape to one side when he heard a sharp roar, which was sharp and harsh. This was the sound of the hidden weapon tearing the airflow!

There was no time to think too much. Yang Yanzhao rolled a donkey and hid aside. As soon as he stabilized his body, he heard the sound of the previous foothold. He looked back and glanced at it. Several darts hit the masonry and raised countless sparks.

He got up quickly. For some reason, he only felt that his chest was full of blood, and his eyes were black.

I'm in trouble. The flame just now is poisonous!

Gritting his teeth, Yang Yanzhao quickly looked left and right. The left woman he relied on most was actually entangled by a sloppy one-eyed old monster, and Qiong'e, who was full of panic, was running towards him with Chen Moer in her arms.

"Father!"

Maybe when he saw the blood spitting out from the corners of his mouth, Chen Moer exclaimed, then broke free from Qiong'e's hands and rushed forward quickly.

"Mue, don't come here!"

Yang Yanzhao roared, but the little girl had arrived at his side. At this time, several daggers with cold light flew over again.

He picked up Chen Moer with both hands and hid to one side, but Yang Yanzhao, who was poisoned, was not as sensitive as he used to be. As soon as he fell on the green brick road, there was severe pain on his legs.

Before he could react, he heard Chen Moer's voice shouting 'Gongzi' in his arms stop abruptly, and there was something warm and sticky in his hand.

When I got it in front of my eyes, it turned out to be blood!

"The end, the end!"

Now Yang Yanzhao panicked. Looking at Chen Moer, who was getting whiter and whiter, he quickly sealed her vital acupuncture points, but it didn't seem to help. The little girl's lips became more and more purple and black.

The dart is poisonous!

The blood from the corners of Yang Yanzhao's mouth kept overflowing, but at this time, he didn't care about this. He used all the methods that Luo's daughter had taught him to stop bleeding and stop the spread of toxins.

But why do the cool and clear big eyes gradually lose their luster?

"Son, it's so cold at the end."

In his arms, Chen Moer said in a low voice and drilled his head into Yang Yanzhao's arms. He seemed to have found a warm place, and his pale little face showed an innocent smile.

Those beautiful big eyes narrowed into a crescent again.

It's just that these smiling eyes are not as bright as the river in the past.

"The end!"

Feeling the colder and colder body in his arms, Yang Yanzhao's qi and blood rushed to his forehead, spitting blood foam in his mouth, and a trace of blood oozed in his eyes.

He struggled to get up, but his consciousness was blurred. After all, he did not stand up. He knelt on the ground with one knee, but his arms did not move at all. I'm afraid it was Chen Moer who was shocked to hold.

"Yang Jing, Mo'er!"

Qiong'e just took a few steps slowly, and then looked at the two of them covered in blood, and her life and death were uncertain. She rushed up quickly. When she saw that Chen Moer had no pulse, she immediately burst into tears in her eyes and shouted at the soldiers who rushed around, "I'm Yelu Qiong'e. Hurry up and find all the royal doctors. Even if you carry them, you have to carry them for me. Come on!"

"You all have to die!"

not far away, Zuo Pa's voice was extremely cold, and the purple palace costume on his body suddenly danced. The jade hand took out a blood-red jade pendant and threw it in the air.

After the jade pendant was injected with her true qi, it was like a bright pearl, shining brightly, reflecting the shadow of tomorrow behind Zuo Po.

"It's not good, it's Linglongyu!"

The sloppy old man roared strangely and was about to escape, but Zuo Po's jade hand had been opened, and countless eye-catching light turned into sharp blades and flew towards them.

Under the scream, none of the assassins was still alive.

Sweat dripped down, and Zuo Po's face turned pale, supporting the body that was about to faint. She flashed to Yang Yanzhao's side, so she had to be lucky to heal Chen Moer's wounds and detoxification.

For a while, blood overflowed along the corners of her mouth. Under the jade, the halo of Rubo flowed on Chen Moer's body, but the little girl still did not breathe at all.

"Puff!"

Zuo Posha, who was forced to endure, spit out a mouthful of blood, and her body was like being pumped. She fell to the ground, and tears fell from her eyes.

"Roar..."

Like a beast roaring, this is the only sound that Yang Yanzhao can make now. He also felt the warm sun-like light just now, knowing that it was Zuo Posi who was healing Chen Moer.

Now the halo has dissipated, and Chen Mo'er in his arms has not yet made any sense. Naturally, it won't work, but Yang Yanzhao must save this lively little girl who is like an eight sisters.

Now, he is the only one who can save the last child, the madman on the snowy mountain.

He has the cultivation of a fairy, and he can definitely come back to life. Detoxification and healing are just a matter of things.

We have to rush to the snowy mountains, no matter what.

He gritted his teeth and struggled to get up. Yang Yanzhao stumbled forward with Chen Moer in his arms. No matter how panicked Qiong'e behind him, he only cared about his staggering step by step forward.

"Puff!"

With a stagger, Yang Yanzhao fell to the ground, and Qiong'e behind him also rushed up, as if she was crying, but why couldn't she hear it?

"Go to the snowy mountains..."

After struggling to say these words, Yang Yanzhao was so tired that he couldn't lift a trace of energy, and the scene in front of him became blurred.

At the moment he fell, he looked down at Chen Mo'er in his arms, with a pitiful smile on his face, especially those big eyes, which seemed to be as usual.