Seeing Jiang Feisheng dead, the redness in Gong Juechen's eyes faded away, leaving only anxiety. He turned around quickly and ran to Ye Zhi. While holding Ye Zhi, he asked with great concern: "Zhizhi, are you doing anything?"

Ye Zhi's throat choked instantly, and tears fell down without any signs.

"You still have time to care about me, look at your hands..." Ye Zhi cried.

"What's wrong with my hand?" Gong Juechen lowered his head in confusion, spread his hands and looked at it. He saw that his right hand was bleeding constantly. Moreover, his skin was blooming, and his flesh was so deep that it was visible to the bone. Just like he cut two harshly with a knife, he divided one hand into four parts.

Finally, Gong Juechen remembered that it was just now that he had grabbed Ye Zhi with this hand and grabbed the sword in order to avoid Ye Zhi being stabbed to death with a sword.

It was also at this time that he felt the pain.

Severe pain.

But despite the pain, he did not frown, but hid his right hand behind him and said to Ye Zhi with a smile: "Zhizhi, I'm fine, don't cry, I'm really fine, I feel so uncomfortable that you cry, don't cry. If you feel uncomfortable, you will punch me twice, I won't be afraid of hitting it."

While Gong Juechen told Ye Zhi not to cry, he quickly used his intact left hand to wipe Ye Zhi's tears. He loved her so much, how could he bear to cry? He couldn't bear to let her she shed even a tear.

Ye Zhi cried even harder.

She was so worried just now, but when she saw that Gong Juechen was holding the sword in his right hand, the blood kept flowing down. Because Gong Juechen fought with others, he moved here and there, and the time was too fast, so that the blood could not flow down in a straight line. Instead, the ground was filled with bright red, which was even more shocking.

"You might as well deal with your hands. Do you want to die?" Ye Zhi cried and cursed.

"Okay, okay, I will deal with it, I will deal with it, don't cry, let's go and deal with it." Regardless of An Jing and the others, Gong Juechen took Ye Zhi and returned to the medicine shop.

At this time, Qiao Shouye rushed over. As soon as he saw the corpse on the ground, he exclaimed: "Jiang Feisheng!"

Only then did Anjing and Xiao Changyi realize that the person Gong Juechen killed was Jiang Feisheng.

"General, did you kill Jiang Feisheng?" Qiao Shouye looked admired. You know, Jiang Feisheng is the number one master of Chilin and the most loyal person to Emperor Chilin.

Anyway, Qiao Shouye cannot beat Jiang Feisheng.

So, he just asked An Jing to tell Xiao Changyi that he would be careful.

Xiao Changyi said nothing, just looking at the two silver needles nailed to the wooden pillars in the house next to him, with blood on the silver needles.

And these two silver needles were worn by Jiang Feixing's throat, and they were even nailed to the wooden pillar... Gong Juechen's skills, perhaps, may not be the opponent.

There were many soldiers who came with An Jing and Xiao Changyi. Gong Juechen could not hide the fact that he killed Jiang Feisheng.

This made Xiao Changyi look a little ugly.

Even without talking to Qiao Shouye, Xiao Changyi turned around and left.

All Xiao Changyi's worries became true. An Jing knew that Xiao Changyi felt uncomfortable and she was not feeling well herself, but she didn't say anything and left with Xiao Changyi.

Qiao Shouye looked inexplicable, not knowing what Xiao Changyi and An Jing meant.

One of the young generals stepped forward and said, "General Qiao, this person was not killed by the general, but by the military doctor of the Gong."

Qiao Shouye looks like you don’t want to lie to me. Doctor Gong obviously doesn’t know any martial arts skills.
Chapter completed!