Chapter 1632 (1/2)

Then he went around to her, grabbed a man in black's dagger, pressed the man in black's arm with his backhand, and turned it hard. With a click, the man in black screamed and was kicked out.

Mo Shanghua turns her eyes to see Yan Beicheng with a cloak on her face. Before he can say anything, he pulls her directly behind him and protects her firmly. He continues to fight with those people in black.

Mo Shanghua is already exhausted, and her forehead is full of sweat, but she can't wipe it. She stares at Yan Beicheng's fight with the people in black, and pays attention to the actions of every person in black, so as to prevent them from jumping over the wall.

Yanbei city soon disposed of the rest of the people in black, and the only one left was killed himself.

Yan Beicheng looks at the man in black lying on the ground without expression. After he is sure that he is not alive, he steps to the front of Mo Shanghua.

At that time, the shadow of the moon was clear and the night was light. Yan Beicheng stood in front of her against the light of the moon. His broad cloak covered most of his face. Only a pair of deep ink pupils were the clearest. The treacherous and unpredictable surging at the bottom of his eyes made people even less brave to look down.

”Thank you -”

the flower on the street looked up for a moment, then moved her eyes, her lips whispered, and her eyes were filled with a little gratitude, and a little feeling like nothing, which even she didn't realize.

Yan Beicheng answers. Deep Mo Tong pauses on her bleeding arm. Her sword eyebrows wrinkle slightly. She raises her hand and takes out a square towel from her sleeve to gently lift Mo Shanghua's injured right hand.

Mo Shanghua was surprised and subconsciously wanted to draw back her hand.

”Don't move.” The voice of low magnetism didn't sound like emotion. Yan Beicheng pulled her hand back and wrapped the square towel on her palm. The bloody palm was immediately wrapped in a handkerchief.

But there was still some blood soaked in the gauze.

Mo Shanghua droops his eyes and looks at the square towel on his hand. He can't help but be stunned. When he raises his eyes, he clearly captures his frown, which makes him feel puzzled.

”You should have run out of the last golden sore medicine. You can use this one this time.” Yan Beicheng took out a small bottle from his sleeve, which was the same as last time, and handed it over.

The flower on the street looks down at his hand handing the small porcelain vase. It seems that there is something quietly in her heart. Pingnan is so small that she doesn't notice it.

After a while, she took over the medicine bottle and sipped her lips lightly. After all, she said, ”thank you very much for today's business and this medicine bottle.”

She didn't ask for his identity, and didn't guess his intention, just so simple thanks, but let Yan Beicheng eyes color slightly deep.

”No need.” Yan Beicheng staggered her eyes, voice low magnetic calm, ”soon someone will come, I am inconvenient to stay more, then go ahead.”

The flower eyebrow heart on the road is light Cu, a words haven't finished yet, then hear the distant spread the tiny footstep sound, she can't help but side eye to see.

Listen to the sound of footsteps, it should be that a large group of people came. When the flowers on the street came back to God, the figure of Yan Beicheng had disappeared, and her eyes were a little bright.

So timely, it seems that her guess is not wrong.

Not long after that, Yu King Yan Beicheng himself brought a team of people and rushed into the house. Outside the house, he was surrounded by water.