308 If you dare to touch him, I will kill you

This thing can no longer be called a human being. It is actually just like the legend. It will never fall down unless it dies.

With Jiuyin here, it is not easy to take her away. Feng Dingbei can leave on his own, but his Seventh Emperor's sister-in-law is also the person that the Fourth Emperor's brother cares about, how can he leave her behind?

What's more, he just said that he was his, and there was no reason to abandon him.

Seeing that even Feng Dingbei was being forced back by the blood slaves, Jiuyin was anxious and wanted to go out and use her powers to deal with them, but whenever he saw her ducking out from behind him, Feng Dingbei always

His face darkened, he pulled her with his big palm and protected her behind him.

After just a few hesitations, the two blood slaves were already in front of him, and they slapped Feng Dingbei with their big black palms.

Feng Dingbei's heart tightened, and he raised his palms to greet each other. This time, he was a little too hasty, and after swatting one away, he didn't have time to fight the second one. There was a "hiss" sound, and a smell of blood suddenly emerged.

Jiuyin behind him exclaimed: "Did you get touched by him?"

According to Canghai, this blood slave is poisonous. If you really encounter it...

Before she could think about it, Feng Dingbei said in a deep voice: "It's okay, it's just a small injury. I'll block them. You go quickly."

"No, that wound is poisonous." Even if he didn't see the wound, Jiuyin could already imagine it.

Hearing this, Feng Dingbei lowered his eyes after pushing out a palm, and he saw that the blood overflowing from the wound on his chest was actually a bit black.

He didn't speak, and Jiuyin was even more sure that he was poisoned by the blood slave. She said anxiously: "Dingbei, they just want to catch me, not kill me. You go first and go back and bring your brothers to rescue me."

She pushed and tried to push him away, but his tall body was always blocked there, as steady as a mountain, and she couldn't push him even half an inch.

"I said, leave quickly!" Feng Dingbei tightened his palms, and his vision was obviously somewhat blurred.

Those things were really poisonous, but they only hurt him with their nails, and actually made him gradually become unconscious.

But even though his consciousness was somewhat unclear, Feng Dingbei was still stuck there, completely preventing Jiuyin from taking a step forward.

The blood slaves were still rushing in crazily, and the internal energy was condensed in his palm, but it was obvious that the condensed internal energy was much weaker than before.

The poisonous gas was gradually entering his veins, and even his palm strength was affected.

The slowness of his movements was clearly visible. Jiuyin bit her lip hard, looked through him at the man in gray outside the standing circle, and said in a deep voice: "Don't hurt him, I'll go back with you."

The man in gray clothes smiled lightly and was about to speak when a low and mellow voice suddenly came from nowhere above his head: "My people can only go with me, no one dares to touch her!"

A gust of wind passed by, and before anyone had time to react, a black figure came out of thin air and stood in front of Feng Dingbei and Jiuyin in an instant.

He raised his big palm casually, and the powerful internal force was pushed out with the wind of his palm. With a "boom", he broke into the group of blood slaves in front, and at least dozens of them were knocked away by the force of the palm.

Seeing him, Jiuyin immediately relaxed. She was so excited that she almost burst into tears: "Ye..."

"Shut up and take care of the Eighth Emperor Brother." No longer saying anything to her, Feng Chenye gathered his inner strength in his palms and concentrated on fighting against the blood slave.

This was the first time Jiuyin had seen him take action so seriously. Although he had seen him deal with enemies before, he never seemed to be as cautious as he was at this moment.

She knew that these blood slaves were indeed difficult to deal with, but his martial arts skills were indeed higher than she had imagined. With just one palm, he sent dozens of blood slaves approaching flying away, and some of them fell to the ground.

Struggling to get up slowly, some seemed to have temporarily lost consciousness and lay motionless on the ground.

But Jiuyin knew that when these unconscious blood slaves woke up, they would attack them again at all costs.

She supported Feng Dingbei's tall body and saw that his steps were already a bit messy. She asked anxiously: "Dingbei, has the poisonous gas started to circulate?"

Feng Dingbei didn't speak. In fact, he didn't bother to talk to her. Who knew that the poison in these blood slaves was so powerful? He was careless and fell into their trap.

"Lie down quickly and I'll treat your wound." Jiuyin protected him and slowly walked to the tree beside him, letting him slide down and sit against the tree pole.

She came to him and half-knelt beside his legs, put her hands on his clothes, and with a "hiss" sound, she tore open the fabrics stained by the blood slaves.

There were indeed several scratches on his muscular chest, which must have been scratched by the sharp nails of the blood slave. Although the wounds were not deep, the blood that overflowed from them was full of black color.

The poisonous gas it carries is not shallow!

The skin near the injured area on the chest has also turned into a black paint. If he does not receive treatment, he is afraid that the poisonous gas will attack his heart and cause death.

"Ignore me and leave quickly." Feng Dingbei pushed her. He vaguely seemed to see his Fourth Emperor brother coming, but he was not sure. Seeing that this little woman was still staying here with him, he was so anxious.

No, he coughed violently when he got excited.

"Don't talk, Ye is here, he will protect us, don't talk." Jiuyin's hand fell on his chest and patted it gently, calming his breath.

She was really afraid that he would keep vomiting blood after seeing him cough a few times. Those scenes that often appeared on TV were scary to think about, but they were just acting, but his injuries now were real.

"Don't say anything, I'll help you get the poison out."

Her eyes fell on the wound on his chest, but she became troubled by her words.

How to get the poison out of him? She can't use her internal strength to avoid the poison for him. Her internal strength is too weak for Feng Dingbei and can't help him at all. What should I do?

Suddenly her eyebrows lit up, she took a deep breath, lowered her head and leaned over, pressed her thin lips against his chest, and sucked hard on his wound.

Every time he inhaled, Feng Dingbei felt that his body felt better, his breathing became smoother, and his consciousness slowly returned to his mind.

But when he saw clearly what the woman in front of him was doing, his face suddenly darkened, his big palm fell on her shoulder and gave her a hard push: "What are you doing? Go away!"

Jiuyin was pushed out by him forcefully and rolled half a circle on the ground. She stood up and looked at her dusty clothes. When she looked at him again, her eyes were full of grievance and displeasure: "I just wanted to

What do you want to do? Why are you pushing me so hard?"

In fact, Feng Dingbei didn't even think about hurting her. Just now, he couldn't control the strength of his attack, and he didn't think about pushing her to the ground with one palm.

"I'm sorry." He murmured, his breath becoming more and more chaotic, and his breathing began to become rapid again.

Jiuyin no longer cares about him. Who can care about a seriously injured person? Isn't that asking for anger?

She returned to him and sat down on his lap, still lowering her head and moving her thin lips towards the wound on his chest.

Feng Dingbei's palm fell on her shoulder, but he didn't dare to use force because he didn't know if his strength would be too strong and push her down again.

"Don't be like this, I don't need it, go away." He whispered, thinking that his voice was cold and indifferent enough, but he didn't expect that the voice that came out was as soft as the wind.

"Look, I don't even have the energy to speak. Stop talking." Jiuyin rolled her eyes at him, lowered her head and sucked out another mouthful of poisonous blood.

Feng Dingbei was speechless by what she said. He wanted to stretch out his big hand and push her away gently, but this time he almost lost the strength to raise his arm.

The poison has really spread, and if this continues, without anyone to treat him, he really won't be able to survive.

A few blood slaves could hurt him like this so easily. He felt that he was really frustrated, especially in front of this witch.

In this way, even if he is lucky enough to survive, he will never be able to hold his head up in front of her for the rest of his life. When we quarrel in the future, she will definitely say, "What are you like? You can't even deal with a few blood slaves."

He closed his eyes, his consciousness becoming more and more confused. He didn't know what was wrong with him, but he was still thinking about quarreling with her in the future.

She is his Seventh Emperor's sister-in-law, and her sister-in-law is like half a mother. Why would he want to embarrass other girls and have trouble with her? The word "quarrel" is used on him, and it feels embarrassing just thinking about it.

"Witch..." He closed his eyes, leaned against the tree pole and whispered softly: "Witch, don't worry about me, go back to the military camp quickly."

Jiuyin ignored him and continued to suck his poisonous blood.

On the other side, although Feng Chenye may not be able to easily gain the upper hand against hundreds of blood slaves, he has deep internal strength and can easily fly away the blood slaves approaching him. If the blood slaves want to hurt him, they will be able to do it in a short while.

Can't hurt.

The man in gray clothes outside the battle circle looked at the battle in a somewhat anxious manner. His mission was just to bring the blood slaves to the place where they were to gather outside the imperial city. He did not think about confronting these people along the way.

, he still doesn’t know how much time and energy it will cost him.

What's more, some blood slaves have already died in Feng Chenye's hands. Prince Yi is really powerful. He doesn't want to spend too much effort to deal with him now. He blows the silver flute and lets the blood slaves gradually leave with him.

This side.

Seeing them slowly retreating, Feng Chenye didn't want to fight anymore. After the blood slaves left, he flicked his sleeves, turned around and walked towards Jiuyin and Feng Dingbei.

Seeing that his woman was sitting on Feng Dingbei's lap, his face darkened, and a bit of displeasure flashed in his eyes. When he saw her kissing his chest with her lips, he became even more angry.

It's almost turning green.

After having Zhan Qingcheng and messing with his Seventh Emperor brother, this woman seems not satisfied yet. So many men still can't satisfy her, even his Eighth Emperor brother wants to mess with her!

"Damn woman, if you dare to touch my eighth emperor brother, I will do it to you."

Jiuyin spat out the poisonous blood in his mouth, wiped his thin lips with his sleeve, raised his head and glanced at him, coldly snorted: "Come over quickly and force the poison out of his body. Whether you want to do it or not will be discussed later. Hurry up.
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