Chapter 106 Please...don't Punish My Nine Clans

His cry resounded throughout the grassland.

When Mu Gu, who came here, saw this scene, he was so shocked that he forgot to think.

Song Wuyou's body was thrown high, and then fell.

That parabola, very beautiful, very strange.

Song Wuyou originally wanted to control her wrestling force, after all, she was a martial artist in her previous life.

She controls things like Qinggong very well.

But... why?

Why can't she control this body?

Before Gu Yanhao could catch up, her whole body slammed heavily on the ground.

Although the pasture was full of grasslands, she was unlucky enough to hit a sculpture.

This is a sculpture of a fish leaping over a dragon gate. The material is steel, and the surface is painted to make it lifelike.

Song Wuyou's body slammed on the sculpture, then rolled down, and rolled a few times in the grassland.

After this toss, Song Wuyou felt that she was going to die.

Really dying.

She originally wanted to let go and fall off the horse, so that Gu Yanhao could blame Song Jiuyue.

Kesu... is she asking for trouble now?

The pain in his chest made his chest sweet, and a mouthful of blood spilled out from the corner of his mouth.

The pain was about to pass out, and his vision became a little blurry.

Song Wuyou lay there, the sound of hooves rushing beside his ears.

She turned her head weakly and looked at the horseshoe.

Gu Yanhao rode a horse and ran towards her.

She seemed to see nervousness and panic from his handsome face.

There was still a distance, and before the horse stopped, he jumped off the horse and rushed over.

"Song Wuyou-"

As he rushed over, he anxiously called her name.

The worry and panic on his face was not fake.

Seeing this, Song Wuyou's heart clenched fiercely.

The blurred vision seemed to see him rushing over in iron armor and holding a long sword.

The background turned into a dusty battlefield. He was wearing iron armor, and he fought with the enemy in a cool and handsome manner.

The muscles on his face were twisted, the iron armor was stained with blood, and his eyes were bloodthirsty like torches.

A sword is a life, and anyone who comes close to him will die in his hands.

He is like a killing god, a killing god aloof...

"Song Wuyou!"

Seeing Song Wuyou hit the sculpture and roll down again, Gu Yanhao's heart was so painful that he even stopped breathing.

He rushed up, hugged her, and held her tightly in his arms.

"Don't be afraid!" The moment he hugged her, he clearly felt that the other person's body was shaking.

The blood that was stuck in his throat and didn't spit out, was hugged by him, his neck moved, and a mouthful of thick black blood spurted out.

It ran down her chin, dyeing her chest~front clothes.

Seeing such a scene, Gu Yanhao was scared to death.

"I'll take you to the hospital!" Gu Yanhao was about to pick up Song Wuyou.

Song Wuyou tried her best not to faint.

With her blurred vision, she looked straight at Gu Yanhao.

After clearly feeling his breath, Song Wuyou tightly grabbed his arm.

Her cloudy and unclear mind was thinking about things from her previous life.

"Dongfang Xuan...Please...don't punish my nine clans..."

Her younger brother, just married, and her parents, are very old. How could Dongfang Xuan be so ruthless that he wanted to kill them all?

He forgot that when he was a child, he often went to her house to eat and play. Did her parents love him like their own son?

When Gu Yanhao heard this, his heart clenched fiercely.

He lowered his head and looked at the woman who had fainted in his arms.

Dongfang Xuan?

Who is Dongfang Xuan?

"Song Wuyou, wake up!" Gu Yanhao patted Song Wuyou's face, but Song Wuyou had fainted.

Gu Yanhao picked her up, but found that Mu Gu was standing in front of him at some point.

Mu Gu's hands hanging by his side clenched his fists tightly.

His gaze fell directly on Song Wuyou's face.

Originally a frivolous peach blossom eye, at this time, the stormy sea was rolling.

Seeing him standing still like a god, Gu Yanhao gave him a cold look, then hugged Song Wuyou and strode towards Ah Hei.

Gu Yanhao put Song Wuyou on the horse's back, supported her with one hand, grabbed the horse rope with the other, then jumped handsomely, got on the horse's back, and rode wildly.

Mu Gu stood there upright, and Ben's peach blossom eyes, which were rolling with stormy waves, gradually calmed down.

His eyes, looking at the distant horses, narrowed his eyes slightly, Dongfang Xuan——