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He let out a painful groan, his vocal cords damaged, and his eyes suddenly filled with blood, turning a deep crimson. For a moment, he was stunned, then he raised his hand in frustration.
Thinking he was about to harm himself, Nan reacted even faster than his thoughts, raising his sword to strike again!
Yong Jiayi looked over in shock, flustered as he hurriedly tried to block the attack. How could he possibly defend against it? He knew Xiao Yu's skills all too well. After just a year of training under his master, he could easily overpower him without any chance of retaliation. In his own hands, he could barely last thirty moves!
If this continued, he would truly die! And then he would never understand why Xiao Yu had changed or what had happened to him!
The two of them had distanced themselves from the others, with Xiao Yu's back turned to Wu Hao and the rest, so they were unaware that the White Wolf was actually Xiao Yu. The previous strike had cut into his throat, rendering him unable to speak.
In a hurried attempt to evade, Yong Jiayi could only manage a few gestures to signal "cover me, don't kill him," before he quickly darted backward on the tips of his toes.
Wu Hao understood and shouted, "Cover the Lord!"
Zhuo Da would not allow them to interfere; he swung his weapon fiercely. Compared to them, Wu Hao and the others were much more restrained by their orders.
In just a moment of hesitation, Yong Jiayi and Xiao Yu disappeared from sight.
Yong Jiayi held his sword tightly, blood oozing from several wounds on his body. His throat was numb with pain, and each breath carried a metallic tang. His head swam from blood loss.
"Lord Yong, do you only know how to run?"
He finally managed to utter his first words in pursuit of another, sounding more hoarse than ever before.
That tone—it was unmistakably Xiao Yu!
Rong Jiayi's emotions were a tangled mess, with countless words swirling in his mind. He couldn't afford to stop; using his familiarity with the layout of the capital, he took a few turns and managed to create some distance between himself and Xiao Yu.
When he finally regained his senses, he found himself standing at the back door of the Song Medical Hall. It was late, and the streets were deserted, yet the hall still had its lights on, casting shadows behind the paper windows.
He was gravely injured, on the brink of collapse, his breath coming in ragged gasps. If he kept running, he would bleed out before Xiao Yu even had a chance to intervene. Sensing Xiao Yu's presence closing in, he suddenly leaped over the wall into the courtyard of the Song Medical Hall.
The thud of his landing startled Song Feiwan inside. She had been delayed due to some accounts that needed settling.
In the deep of night, with dew heavy in the air, she set down what she was holding and threw on a coat before stepping outside, followed closely by Dongzhi.
"What is that?" Dongzhi murmured as she squinted into the dim light near the wall, lifting her lantern to see better.
The sight of a blood-soaked figure suddenly registered in both their minds!
Dongzhi was so frightened that she forgot to scream; her grip loosened, and the lantern fell from her hands.
Fortunately, Song Feiwan reacted quickly, snatching up the lantern and whispering, "Don't make a sound."
Dongzhi hurriedly covered her mouth, her eyes wide with confusion and shock.
With the light from the lantern illuminating the scene, Song Feiwan finally recognized their unexpected guest—his face splattered with blood.
Her eyes widened in disbelief. "Lord Rong?"
Before she could ask how he had gotten into such a dire state, she sharply sensed another powerful and menacing aura approaching!
This Rong Jiayi truly had a knack for getting her into trouble!
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