Your Highness Yh Chapter 37 (1/2)

He Lao San decided to give it his all. He leaped towards Lian Feng again as he swung his blade.

The Black Tiger Gang didn’t expect their second boss to suddenly start fighting the leader of the soldiers. The brothers exchanged eye contacts with each other and decided: Well, what are we waiting for? They all raised their weapons and started to charge towards the soldiers.

The opponents also raised their arrows.

“Don’t release the arrows!”

“Don’t move!”

Lian Feng and He Lao San nearly said those words in unison. At the same time, they both looked at Lin Shan. They didn’t want her to suffer from any harm.

“d.a.m.n it! How dare he look at my woman’s hand?” He Lao San didn’t expect Lian Feng to react the same way he did, and instantly drowned in jealousy. He swung his blade again.

Although Lian Feng’s blade was fast and his style was sharp, he was not physically as strong as He Lao San. After a few moves, neither of them were winning.

Just like that, the two of them fought and fought. Lin Shan watched from the side and felt like she was watching an ancient drama. All she could see were the reflection of the blades and the sounds of metal hitting against each other. Bing bing bing bing. It was so magical.

Suddenly, she seemed to have realized something and slapped her thigh: Oh my goodness! At this rate, the golden sabre will be damaged!!!!

She quickly shouted: “Stop fighting! Stop fighting!! I’m telling you to stop!!”

Hearing Lin Shan’s voice distracted Lian Feng, and his movement slowed down slightly. He tried to avoid He Lao San’s blade, but he was one step too late. His arm got slashed, and fresh blood started spilling out.

Seeing Lian Feng injured, all those soldiers who put down the arrows immediately raised up their arrows again; facing He Lao San. If He Lao San dares to take another step, he will most likely end up looking like a hedgehog.

The situation was tense, and the gang members couldn’t hold back either as they raised their weapons.

At this crucial moment, Lin Shan went in between He Lao San and Lian Feng.

“Are you alright?” Lin Shan was panicking. Originally, she only cared about the golden sabre, but seeing Lian Feng injured, she was even more worried. She didn’t have second thoughts as she rushed towards him.

“I’m fine.” Lian Feng shook his head, as blood continuously poured out from his wound.

“What? How are you alright? Look at how much blood you’re losing?!!” Lin Shan was so worried, she wanted to cry. She ripped off a corner of her clothes and quickly used it to wrap around his wound.

What an astonis.h.i.+ng moment. Underneath the sunset, between the sharp blades of two groups of men, was an unarmed and defenseless girl who was wrapping up a wound for a man. Her movements were clumsy, and her hands were shaking, but she did not back off at all.

Lian Feng felt like it was surreal. He was used to seeing blood, and he had slaughter many with his blade; but the woman in front of him has never dealt with blood, and probably never came across death. Yet, she was trying so hard to overcome her fear as she tried to help him stop the bleeding with her clean hands.

At this moment, Lian Feng felt like his injury was worth it.

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He Lao San was holding on his breath. From the moment the leader of the soldiers held Lin Shan’s hand, he was already resentful towards him. Now that Lin Shan was helping that guy wrap his wound in front of everyone, it was a severe blow to his self esteem.