"He shot the arrow, don't kill me..."

A desperate and piercing sound rang out.

This man was none other than Ma Liu, the bandit who had been talking with Ma Rong earlier today.

Ma Liu was being held back by the guards; he was terrified out of his wits.

Ma Liu pointed his index finger at Ma Rong in the crowd.

Ma Rong had intended to blend into the crowd, but unexpectedly, Ma Liu blatantly pointed him out.

He suddenly stood up, strode forward with force, and shouted with an air of arrogance, "So what if I shot him? At worst, I'll die, eighteen years!"

The sound stopped abruptly.

Ma Rong fell straight down, and upon landing, he was broken in two at the waist.

Ma Liu stared at the scene before him, his eyes bulging as if they were about to pop out.

He then suddenly went black and died of fright.

Ma Tianba, the bandit leader of Majiazhai, finally couldn't bear it any longer. His brother Ma Rong, who had shared joys and sorrows with him, died a gruesome death right before his eyes.

He immediately stood up and shouted as he rushed towards He You's direction: "You corrupt official, I'll take your life!"

He You turned around and rushed forward with lightning speed, slashing Ma Tianba's right hand off his shoulder with a single sword strike. Blood gushed out instantly, a truly terrifying sight.

A sharp and mournful cry echoed throughout the valley.

"Don't let him die, bring them all back to the capital."

He You calmly returned to Zhan Nu's side step by step, sword in hand, and then inserted the red-glowing sword straight into the hilt of the knife hanging at his waist.

Then he turned around and leaped lightly back to where he came from.

Zhan Nu stared blankly for a second at the spot where He You had disappeared.

“It’s been a long time since the master has lost control of his emotions like this.”

He You returned to the military camp and stood quietly outside the tent.

He really wanted to go in.

But he was afraid that once he went in, he would see a terrible scene. He couldn't accept such a scene, he could never accept it.

Soon the light in the tent dimmed, and He You felt as if the light in her heart had also dimmed.

Zhong Lihe emerged wearily from the tent and was startled to see He You standing in the darkness.

"Hey, I..."

"What are you doing here? Why aren't you going inside? Are you trying to scare me?"

Zhong Lihe rolled her eyes at him. She was already exhausted and had finally managed to calm down, but she was startled again after coming out. She was really exasperated.

How is she?

He You's voice trembled.

Zhong Lihe suddenly became serious as well: "The arrow has been removed, but the Third Miss has been bleeding for too long, resulting in excessive blood loss. Whether she can wake up depends on her fate."

Suddenly, a flower seemed to bloom in He You's heart, as if emerging from despair. "Thank goodness, thank goodness, she's still here, he's still here..."

He went inside as if he had lost his soul, leaving Zhong Lihe standing alone outside in the cold autumn.

"Sigh..."

Zhong Lihe shrugged helplessly and went into his tent.

"It depends on your own fate, Miss Li. I have done my best."

When He You entered the tent and saw Li Baobei's pale, bloodless face, her heart ached uncontrollably.

He sat quietly beside Li Baobei, watching her.

The novel murmurs, "Nannan, you must wake up. I can't live without you. You must wake up..."

He wanted to hold her hand, but looking at her, she seemed too fragile, as if she would break at the slightest touch, so he immediately stopped.

He gently brushed the stray hairs from her face and gazed at her tenderly: "Nannan, I will always be with you."

When Zhan Nu returned to the military camp, it was almost dawn. He planned to report the news to his master first, but when he lifted the curtain and went in, he found He You sitting quietly next to Li Dabao, as if petrified.

"Sigh! Never mind, it's not a big deal. We'll talk about it another time!"

He then turned and went to Anji's tent where he was resting. As soon as he entered, he saw Anji struggling to stand up again.

The slave was helpless. He turned around and sat on the mat in the tent, quietly watching the silent performance.

Anji knew that the War Slave had entered, but he did not raise his eyes and continued to focus on his actions.

She felt like her whole body was falling apart; this was not her usual physical condition, and she needed to recover immediately.

She took laborious steps, moving forward step by step with difficulty.

Suddenly, I felt my foot step on a stone, my body went limp, and I fell down.

The slave was looking at her and felt a little pitiful, so he almost burst out laughing.

Just as she was about to fall, it was as if he sprang up from the mat and caught her in a flash.

Anji was a little confused, staring straight at the war slave who was so close to him.

Suddenly their eyes met, and the war slave was at a loss for words, his face turning bright red.

He picked up Anji and placed her on the bedside, not daring to look her in the eye, and said in a panic, "Don't make a fuss. Li Dabao is with Lord He and is very safe now. It seems that his life is out of danger."

The war slave didn't know what to do next, so he abruptly turned around and walked to the tent door: "I'll go get you some breakfast, so don't move around too much."

Then, he walked out of the tent like a wooden doll, his hands and feet moving in unison.

Anji felt strange; her heart had been beating so fast for a moment, as if she were sick.

This had never happened before, she couldn't help but sigh, "It's getting weaker and weaker."

Time passed slowly, and two days had gone by, but Li Baobei still hadn't woken up.

She was immersed in the warmth of her dream; she could almost feel that she was dreaming, but she was reluctant to believe it.

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