Ye Zhaoyan ignored his shocked expression and moved the long sword forward a few points.

A wisp of bright red blood overflowed from the corner of Ye Yunfei's mouth.

He kicked Ye Zhaoyan on the shoulder, and with the help of the reaction force, the sword flew away.

Ye Zhaoyan's right arm instantly felt a tearing pain.

She ignored it and slapped Ye Yunfei on the chest.

Ye Yunfei quickly turned sideways to avoid the palm. At the same time, with a flick of his wrist, the spear turned into a cold light and stabbed towards Ye Zhaoyan.

Ye Zhaoyan quickly retreated to avoid the shot, and at the same time, the long sword in his right hand stabbed Ye Yunfei fiercely.

The moment the weapons in their hands touched each other, sparks flew out.

Ye Yunfei took two steps back and once again brandished the spear in his hand towards Ye Zhaoyan's abdomen, intending to leave a wound on Ye Zhaoyan's abdomen.

This is his specialty.

"Whizzing......"

There were two slight sounds of breaking through the air, and an iron command as thin as an ox hair was shot on the gun body in his hand.

"Dang, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, clang..." The spear was knocked to the ground, making a crisp sound.

"Who?" Ye Yunfei shouted, quickly turned his head and looked around, his eyes full of vigilance.

Ye Zhaoyan also looked up.

In the rain curtain, there is a hazy figure.

The man stood with his back to her, tall and straight, graceful, with black hair pulled up high, and his green shirt set off his elegant and aloof temperament, giving people a feeling of being thousands of miles away.

Looking at the man's back, Ye Zhaoyan felt an inexplicable feeling of familiarity in his heart.

She raised her eyebrows. She didn't encounter the Ye family's forces along the way, but this person came to help...

Who is this person?

The cyan figure slowly walked out of the rain curtain, revealing a face with sharp edges and extraordinary handsomeness.

As he walked towards Ye Zhaoyan, he said, "You don't need to know who I am."

Ye Zhaoyan's body suddenly stiffened in place.

The young man in front of him was soaked by the rain, with a strong air of wind and frost on his body. There was a trace of bloodshot eyes in his eyes, and there was an aura of exhaustion in his eyes.

It was the New Year of Jisin yesterday.

At this moment, he had put on a brand new blue robe, with a red belt tied around his waist, and blooming plum blossoms embroidered on the waistband, which looked a bit festive.

Looking at his handsome face, Ye Zhaoyan felt mixed emotions in his heart and was speechless for a moment.

She didn't expect to see Ji Sinian again so soon, nor did she expect that he would save her at this moment.

What does he mean by this?

Or is there another purpose?

Ye Zhaoyan's eyes dimmed and he clenched the long sword in his hand.

"Why are you here?" she asked, frowning at him.

Ji Sinian glanced at her lightly and did not answer. Instead, he drew his sword and said to Ye Yunfei: "Commander Ye, are you leaving or staying?"

Ye Yunfei's expression was ugly. He stared at Ji Sinian, snorted coldly and said, "Are you sure you want to mind your own business?"

For him, negotiating terms with his opponents before the battle is tantamount to shame.

But he had heard about the sword in this man's hand.

If his guess was correct, he would be the descendants of the Ji family in Jiangnan.

Thinking of this, the corner of his mouth raised a hint of disdain.

If he hadn't been stabbed by Ye Zhaoyan, even Ji's family wouldn't be qualified to negotiate terms with him.

"I only know that the Ye family's business is my business."

Ji Sinian's tone was very calm, but there was a hint of firm determination.

His eyes swept across Ye Zhaoyan and landed on her cheek, "If you take Miss Ye away, I'm afraid no one in the Ye family will let me go."

A look of anger appeared on Ye Yunfei's eyebrows: "Even if I kill you today, no one will know that I did it. Do you believe it or not?"

Ji Sinian shook his head lightly: "I believe you, but others don't believe you."

The words are profound, all indicating that Ji Si Nian is well prepared.

Hearing this, Ye Yunfei was extremely angry and suddenly drew the spear in his hand towards Ji Sinian.

Ji Sinian dodged to avoid it, but was caught off guard and his sleeve was cut.

Ye Yunfei glared at Ji Sinian and said coldly: "My gun remembers you."

Ji Sinian smiled faintly, with a hint of disinterest and provocation in his tone, "I'll be with you anytime."

"Okay!" Ye Yunfei spat out one word coldly.

After saying that, he swayed and disappeared into the rain.

Ye Zhaoyan looked at his leaving figure and took a long time to look away.

She looked up at the sky and sighed secretly.

It's dawn now, but the sky is so dark under the dark clouds. If we can't leave here as soon as possible, I'm afraid things will change again.

She stood up and prepared to mount her horse, but she felt that her seriously injured body was a little heavy. Her legs gave out and she fell to the ground.

She took a deep breath, gritted her teeth, stood up hard, then limped towards the horse, holding her shoulders.

Looking at her staggering figure, Ji Sinian frowned slightly.

"Ye Zhaoyan." He called.

Ye Zhaoyan stopped, looked at Ji Sinian doubtfully, and said, "What else do you want?"

His eyes flashed, and he reached out to hold Ye Zhaoyan's arm.

Ye Zhaoyan's body trembled and he struggled a few times instinctively. Then he looked up at Ji Sinian and said coldly: "What do you want to do?"

She had not forgotten how she had been in danger and how she had turned against him.

She still felt that this person was unfathomable and she should not have too much involvement with him.

"You're injured," Ji Sinian said.

Ye Zhaoyan gritted his teeth, threw away his arm, and said, "I can do it myself, you don't need to worry about it."

After saying that, she got on her horse, but her vision went black for a moment and she almost fell off.

Her body shrank in the rain, feeling a little cold and weak.

Seeing this, Ji Sinian moved and supported her.

Ye Zhaoyan was in the rain, his face pale.

Ji Sinian didn't say anything, he just supported her gently, then drove the horse and ran towards the outside of the rain curtain.

Ye Zhaoyan's body was constantly shaking in the rain, her cheeks turned white, her lips turned purple, and she had difficulty breathing.

Her consciousness gradually became blurred, and her eyelids became extremely heavy.

Many pictures appeared in her mind.

There are warm and sweet scenes in Ye Mansion, there are scenes of her playing with her grandfather when she was a child, there are scenes of her practicing calligraphy with her mother...

Thinking of this, she gritted her teeth to prevent herself from fainting.

The current crisis has not yet been resolved, and she is unwilling to fall asleep like this.

She is not willing to give in, she must overturn the tragedy of her previous life.

"We're here." A voice as clear and clear as jade colliding against each other rang in my ears.

Ye Zhaoyan reluctantly opened his eyes, and what came into view was the mansion where he had lived for more than ten years.

I felt relieved.

"Hel me down."

When Ji Sinian heard this, he wanted to hold her hand down and give her a pause.

Ye Zhaoyan's face was pale and a few traces of blood spilled from the corners of his mouth.

An indescribable emotion rose in his heart.

Fleeting.

"Wait." Ji Sinian let go of his hand, dismounted lightly, and turned his back to her.

His voice was cold, without any warmth.

"What are you waiting for?"
To be continued...