Duanmu Yan stared at him with bloodshot eyes, but Deng Hu couldn't understand and was determined to untie Duanmu Yan's acupoints. He tried his best to point to Duanmu Yan's acupoints. Finally, it was untie.

Duanmu Yan jumped up, rushed to Tang Jiaren, and slapped the fire with his hands.

Deng Hu was slightly stunned, hurriedly followed him, kneeled down, and even slapped the fire with his hands.

Duanmu Yan roared, "Do not!" He slapped the last fire. Several blisters appeared in the palm of his hand, but he didn't feel any pain.

Deng Hu withdrew his hand and looked at Xiao Jin with lingering fear.

Because Xiao Jin was seriously injured, his physical strength began to lose and gradually fell into a disadvantage.

Deng Hu gritted his teeth, supported his body with a long knife, stood up, and rushed towards Futian.

Two against one, but it was just a draw.

Duanmu Yan kept patting Tang Jiaren's face and shouting: "Wake up! Wake up! What's going on? Wake up!" With a sudden inspiration, he reached out to pull Tang Jiaren's bag.

Tang Jiaren opened her eyes instantly, grabbed Duanmu Yan's hand, and asked, "What are you doing? Take my sweet potato?"

Duanmu Yan laughed and said happily: "You are fine, it's great!"

Tang Jiaren sat up, her hair was scattered. She touched her head and said in confusion: "What does it taste? Who roasted the birds and ate it?"

Seeing that Tang Jiaren woke up, Futian didn't dare to fight, so he immediately made a fool of himself and ran away.

Xiao Jin and Deng Hu no longer dared to chase after him. One was because they were exhausted, and the other was because they were afraid of being trapped in Futian's plan to lure the tiger away from the mountain. The two supported each other and came to Duanmu Yan and knelt down on one knee.

Xiao Jin covered his wound and said, "I will neglect my duty and put the Sixth Prince in danger. I deserve to die."

Deng Hu lowered his head and said nothing, but his face turned pale due to blood loss many times.

As soon as Xiao Jin spoke, Tang Jiaren naturally wanted to look at him. As a result, after a glance, the person turned his eyes again and fainted.

Duanmu Yan hugged Tang Jiaren, showed a thoughtful look, then looked at Xiao Jin and said, "How do you believe you? Someone in your Dongjin Yichang Camp wants to kill Benwant."

Xiao Jin said: "It is unknown to the last general. After escorting the prince back to the palace safely, the last general will be allowed to deal with it."

Duanmu Yan looked at Xiao Jin and said for a while: "Get up."

Xiao Jin slowly breathed, covered his abdomen, and stood up.

Deng Hu's body was tilted and almost fell to the ground.

Xiao Jin stretched out his hand and supported Deng Hu.

Deng Hu looked up and glanced at Xiao Jin gratefully.

Xiao Jin nodded and pulled him up.

Duanmu Yan saw everything, and used his fingers to go through Tang Jiaren's messy hair, and asked, "Why is the commander seriously injured?"

Xiao Jin replied with a cold face: "Mo Jiang chased after him all the way, but met the castrated man. During the fight, Xu Yan was injured. Mo Jiang went to rescue him and was attacked by him." It was obvious that the repeated traitors among his own people made the commander very angry.

Duanmu Yan nodded, and a hungry sound came from his stomach.

Xiao Jin said: "I will prepare food until now."

Deng Hu also moved.

Duanmu Yan waved his hand, stopped Xiao Jin's movements, and said, "You are seriously injured, so be careful."

Deng Hu said in confusion: "But, you are hungry, your prince."

Duanmu Yan smiled and said, "It's not a big deal if you're hungry."

Xiao Jin and Deng Hu were moved when they heard the words of the poem. When Duanmu Yan was the sixth prince, he had been wandering among the people for ten years, he must have suffered a lot. Just look at this outfit and you can see a few things. Even if the royal family was demoted to the common people, they would not be so shabby when they were most down. Now, they finally found him and wanted to take him back to the palace to enjoy his fortune, but they were full of difficulties and murderous intentions. Alas...

Duanmu Yan wanted to search for Tang Jiaren's backpack. He reached halfway through his hand, stopped, and said to Xiao Jin and Deng Hu: "You guys clean up your own blood and deal with it."

Xiao Jin and Deng Hu clasped their fists and said in unison: "No!"

Duanmu Yan looked at the six men in black who were lying straight on the ground and ordered: "Check it out and see what their identities are, and then... kill them all. Cut off your right hand and throw it away."

Xiao Jin and Deng Hu responded without hesitation: "No!"

The two walked towards the corpses.

Deng Hu felt strange and asked Xiao Jin in a low voice: "Sir, these men in black are obviously not dead, so why can't they move?"

Xiao Jin replied cautiously: "It must be poisoned."

Deng Hu said in surprise: "What poison is so powerful? Can you knock down these masters?"

Xiao Jin shook his head and said, "I don't know."

Deng Huzi smiled and asked, "Sir, who do you think that girl is from the Sixth Prince? She looks very precious."

Xiao Jin scolded with a cold face: "Don't ask if you shouldn't, be careful that disaster comes from your mouth!"

Deng Hu immediately shut up and nodded with a serious face.

The two of them handled everything, pulled the man in black and wrapped it around them, covering their own blood.

Duanmu Yan reached out to Tang Jiaren's package, took out a sweet potato, and held it in his hand and said, "This sweet potato will definitely be sweet and delicious when eaten with roasted food."

Tang Jiaren opened her eyes instantly, took back the sweet potato and held it in her palm. She looked around and found that she was actually lying in Duanmu Yan's arms. She immediately asked, "Why are you holding me?"

Duanmu Yan replied fiercely: "You lie in by yourself. I want to ask you, why are you lying in my arms?"

Just as Tang Buxiu never admits that he is a road ill, Tang Jiaren never admits that she is bleeding. She sat up, shook her head, and said, "I am timid and scared by the fight."

Duanmu Yan curled his lips and smiled badly, but he didn't point it out. He had guessed that he would never tell anything about it, but he would not say such things in front of Xiao Jin and Deng Hu. To this point, he should have believed in Xiao Jin and Deng Hu. However, no matter what his trust is precious, he would never give it to anyone easily. Subconsciously, he regarded Tang Jiaren's secret as his own secret.

Duanmu Yan hit Tang Jiaren on the waist with his arm, and said with a rare good temper: "Hey, what's your name?"

Tang Jiaren turned his head and looked at Duanmu Yan and replied, "Tang Jiaren."

Duanmu Yan pointed at himself and said, "My name is Duanmu Yan."

Tang Jiaren asked: "Duanmu Yan, where are those men in black?"

Duanmu Yan replied naturally: "I wanted to cut them down, but they woke up and ran away as they beat them." For some reason, he didn't want Tang Jiaren to think that he was a cruel person. In fact, he thought it would be normal to kill those men in black.

Tang Jiaren said with a regretful look on her face: "What a pity."

Duanmu Yan asked, "What a pity?"

Tang Jiaren replied: "I haven't yet applied to my own sect."

Duanmu Yan's eyes lit up and he asked, "What kind of sect are you from?"

Tang Jiaren straightened her spine and replied, "I'm going to stay away!"

Duanmu Yan nodded and said, "Isn't you ashamed?" He smiled, "This name is quite interesting. It's shameless...hahaha..."

Tang Jiaren punched Duanmu Yan in the eyes and said angrily: "Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop!"
Chapter completed!