Shulan sniffed again, and indeed smelled the blood in the air.
Just as he was about to whisper to the person holding him that he smelled blood, he heard the sound of swords and blades.
Shulan was startled and asked in a low voice, "Has a fight broken out? And it's not just one person?"
She nervously grabbed his hand: "Let's go quickly."
As described in TV dramas and novels, such scenes usually endanger innocent people. If it were just the bearded man alone, it would be fine, but with her own leg hanging over him, she was afraid she would lose her life.
He Fengmian remained calm: "It's alright, they're our people."
Upon learning that it was one of their own, Shulan breathed a sigh of relief: Being a general is awesome, there are even people secretly protecting you.
That's good too, at least my life is safe.
Not having to worry about safety, I just wanted to crane my neck and see what a martial arts fight looked like.
It was so dark that even with the moonlight, we were too far away to hear any sounds, but we couldn't see anything at all.
Seeing her expression, He Fengmian asked, "Want to see?"
He quickly shrank back and waved his hand, saying, "No, no, life is wonderful, don't go to such a dangerous place to join in the fun."
Curiosity killed the cat; safety first, life is more important.
He Fengmian was amused by her timid appearance, put his arm around her, and whispered in her ear: "It's okay, I'm here."
The familiar tingling and itchy sensation shot from her ears straight to her brain, making her subconsciously want to rub her ears.
I thought to myself, what's wrong with him? Why does he always like to talk in people's ears?
Ke Hefengmian had already embraced her and flew towards her, his deep voice reaching her ears: "This time, you can open your eyes and see."
Shulan was surprised that he still remembered this, and immediately forgot about the words he had spoken in her ear.
With her eyes wide open, she saw that this man was actually able to fly while holding her, a living, breathing person.
It really flew, without needing wires, and she was blown away, exclaiming, "So amazing!"
He Fengmian was amused by her adoring expression and chuckled softly.
The laughter, in this relatively quiet environment, was strangely alluring, making someone's ears involuntarily burn, and inwardly cursing themselves for being so weak.
It's just that he has a nice voice and is a bit handsome.
But this is a business partner; it's not something to covet.
Besides, she can appreciate handsome men from ancient times, but she doesn't need to have any unnecessary emotions.
She was allergic to the practice of having multiple wives and concubines in ancient times. No matter how handsome or beautiful a man was, she wouldn't be so good-natured as to share him with other women, unless she didn't love him.
But if you don't love her, why bother? Is money not appealing to him, or is she not beautiful as a free woman?
Thinking about this, I calmed down.
At this moment, the smell of blood became even stronger.
She also saw two dark figures exchanging blows under the moonlight, their blades gleaming coldly in the moonlight.
At that moment, a muffled groan sounded.
He Fengmian paused upon hearing the voice, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
He opened his mouth: "The seventh day."
Upon hearing his master's voice, Chu Qi immediately withdrew his hand and dodged to the side, but his posture was aggressive, like a sharp knife ready to take a life at any moment.
The other man in black suddenly stopped, stumbled, knelt on one knee, and spat out a mouthful of blood.
The tall figure standing there coldly observed everything and spoke calmly, "Yan San."
The man in black remained silent for a moment before saying in a low, hoarse voice, "Yes."
He Fengmian chuckled softly, but Shu Lan found that the laughter was full of coldness, making her feel chilled.
Shulan immediately sensed that there must have been a lot of love and hate behind that laugh, and her gossipy ears perked up.
The burly man who had been by her side slowly approached the man named Yan San.
On the seventh day of the lunar month, he immediately stayed by Shulan's side to protect her.
Yan San looked at He Fengmian as he approached and said in a stern voice, "Now that I've fallen into your hands, you may kill me or torture me as you please."
Hearing this, He Fengmian laughed again: "Kill?"
Her voice was low and soft, very alluring.
What he said was: "Don't worry, this general will not kill you, but will make you suffer a thousand times more pain than my brother."
Before Yan San could react, a dagger appeared in his hand.
Even under the moonlight, you could see how sharp that dagger was.
With a swift movement, the knife fell.
He Fengmian cleanly and swiftly severed his tendons in his hands and feet.
"Ah!!!" Yan San's shrill scream was particularly eerie in the empty moonlight.
Before Shulan could understand what was going on, she heard his voice: "Take him back to the military camp."
"Yes, Master." Chu Qi quickly stepped forward, picked up Yan San, whose whole body was convulsing in pain, and disappeared in a flash.
Shulan: Wow, it's like a movie.
When He Fengmian turned to look at Shulan, he did not rush over.
He stood there, staring at her expressionlessly.
But then Shulan asked, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Or are you injured?"
Hearing her voice as usual, he said, "I have blood on my hands."
"Oh, let's go wash up by the lake."
After thinking for a moment, he added, "That's right."
Unaware that the man had stiffened, she assumed she was about to say something about his actions being wrong, but instead heard her remind him, "If you want to torture someone, you probably need to stop the bleeding first, otherwise he might lose too much blood and not make it through the night."
Feng Mian, who had been looking cold and tense, paused for a moment.
A smile returned to his eyes: "You're absolutely right. Then we'll probably have to trouble Dr. Shu."
Shulan said, "Okay."
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