The sharp cold light mixed with the falling snowflakes brushed the corner of Mu Jieyu's eyes and shot straight behind her. Seeing that she had escaped the short arrow, her heart was still hanging tighter before letting go. Turn over

She spun around, dodging the sharp arrows shot from the dark place, and quickly glanced behind her. She immediately saw that the short arrow she had just dodged was pointed straight behind her, with her back to her.

, Xuanyuan Zhirong, who was entangled with the dead soldier, suddenly shrank his pupils: "Ah..."

Before he could even utter an exclamation, a lean ghost jumped out, splitting the short arrow that had touched Xuanyuan Zhirong's fluttering clothes with a palm, and Mu Jieyu truly breathed a sigh of relief.

However, she had just relaxed her tight nerves when the white glass beads on her wrists jumped violently. By the time she was alerted, the dangerous aura had already hit her face! Even though her instinctive reaction was extremely fast, a short arrow could not escape from her

Shot through the thigh.

Xuanyuan Zhirong, who was free because of the timely arrival of the secret guards who broke through the defense outside the hospital, saw this scene and immediately his eyes widened: "Min'er——"

Pushing away the secret guard blocking him, he completely ignored the life-threatening short arrows shot one after another from the front. However, just as Xuanyuan Zhirong flew forward, he wanted to catch the man who was unsteady due to injury.

As he was Mu Jieyu, his phoenix eyes that shone like the Milky Way suddenly saw a short arrow that was different from the others and glowed with a strange green light, shooting straight at Mu Jieyu. He didn't think much about it immediately, twisted his body, and turned around.

He threw Mu Jieyu to the ground, hugged her and rolled around, using his tall and slender body to protect Mu Jieyu tightly.

After several quick rolls, Mu Jieyu stretched out his hand to grasp the cold snow, stabilized his body, and shot a short arrow very low. Mu Jieyu used all his strength to grab Xuanyuan Zhirong and rolled.

, the moment she turned over, she flicked her sleeves, and a silver needle flew out, deflecting the arrow.

At this moment, a man in gray flew out of the surrounding walls and quickly surrounded Mu Jieyu and Xuanyuan Zhirong, blocking the two of them from the assassinations from all directions.

"Arong, Arong, are you injured?" Mu Jieyu took this opportunity and immediately helped Xuanyuan Zhirong up, looking at Xuanyuan Zhirong nervously.

Xuanyuan Zhirong twitched the corners of his lips lightly, trying to comfort his panicked little wife, but when he opened his mouth, a sweet and fishy smell surged up from his five internal organs. Fortunately, he turned his head in time, otherwise the mouthful of toxin-containing blood would have spurted out.

On Mu Jieyu's face.

Seeing this, Mu Jieyu's expression changed drastically: "Ah Rong!"

Thinking of the extremely strong danger that Xuanyuan Zhirong had just rushed towards, Mu Jieyu immediately pulled Xuanyuan Zhirong into his arms, lowering his head just in time to see a short arrow stuck in Xuanyuan Zhirong's back.

The short arrow was completely different from the one in Mu Jieyu's eyes. It was longer and thinner, and glowed with a strange green light. Mu Jieyu was frightened when he saw it.

Xuanyuan Zhirong, who had panted for a moment, happened to pass by. He stretched out his weak palm and held Mu Jieyu's cold little hand with all his strength. He raised his head, and his lips were still as warm and gentle as the spring light of March.

With a faint smile: "Min'er... I'm fine. Even 'Qianji' has been suppressed by me for so many years, let alone a little bit of poison. Don't worry, just treat the wound quickly."
Chapter completed!