The rest of the people breathed a sigh of relief when they saw their companions catch Han Yan. They were a little tired at this time and joked: "You can't enjoy it alone, let the brothers taste it later."

The Western Rong style is open, and raising boys often happens. At this moment, they all regard Han Yan as a beautiful boy, and they have evil thoughts, thinking that it is better to let themselves have fun as well. The man who grabbed Han Yan was a little far away from them. Han Yan was already a prey without any resistance in his heart, so he was not prepared. He squatted down and smiled lewdly to remove Han Yan's clothes. Han Yan was so scared that he retreated. Seeing her like this, the man was even more itchy and he was so angry that he was even more irritated.

Yan staggered behind her, and the rest seemed to be watching this scene with great interest. The man laughed even more and was willing to play the game of cat and mouse with her, so he chased him calmly. Han Yan was panting. Seeing that some of the things that were almost done, the man smiled grimly and leaned over and pulled her clothes away. Unexpectedly, he saw that the white boy had a chill flashing in his black eyes. Then he felt a pain in his left eye and the blood spread suddenly.

"Ah..." The shrill cry frightened the birds in the forest. The rest of the people were shocked by the sudden change, but they saw Han Yan holding the plum blossoms that were constantly dripping with blood in one hand, and the coldness in her eyes was cold.

The big man was covering his left eye, and bleeding kept oozing between his fingers. He never dreamed that this young man, who had no power to resist, would suddenly hit him like this and blind him in the eyes. Without giving him time to calm down, Han Yan turned his body and kicked him. The big man screamed and fell into the abyss.

Just now, she went through a lot of hardships to lead the man to the edge of the cliff quietly, in order to be foolproof. Chai Jing once said that killing people does not care about what method is used. The important thing is to be sure to kill him.

She put the bloody plum blossom thorn into her sleeve, bent down to pick up the big knife that the big man fell, and looked coldly at the person in front of her.

Even if she dies, she still has to find a few cushions. Her eyes were scattered, and blood was splattered on her clothes, and some were splattered on her face, but it made her face look whiter and white. The shocking red and pure white reflected together, which made her look a different kind of thrilling. On the edge of the cliff, she was alone, holding a big knife in her hand, and the wind blew her hair. Only the girl did not move, she did not need to escape or shout, like a Shura who came from hell.

For a moment, no one dared to act rashly.

Perhaps one of the people seemed to see it clearly at this time: "This is a woman!"

The others looked closely and were surprised. If this was a woman, then the prince of the sect would not be her. Who is this woman?

"Who are you?" asked one of them.

Han Yan suddenly raised her head and laughed. She had never laughed so arrogantly in her life, because she knew that even if these people knew that she was not the prince, they would not spare him. They would even catch her and force her to ask about the whereabouts of the prince. Naturally, she would not say that, not only for the prince, but also for Zhuang Hanming. Since she could not escape death no matter what, what's the point of being polite to these people?

"I am the prince of the sect," she said.

Her actions were calm and calm. Even these desperate people had never seen such a woman in most of her life. She was clearly a girl, so petite, but she acted like an adult who had experienced all the world, cunning and smart, and ruthless. However, there was a noble temperament invisibly, which was inviolable.

who is she?

They had already believed that the girl in front of them was not an ordinary identity, and was even likely a royal family. Thinking that they were tricked by this little girl and even lost many of their companions, they were angry and shouted: "Then you take your life!" After that, they rushed forward with a knife.

At the same time, the prince in the cave was trembling nervously, and footsteps came from outside, even more than when he seemed to have been there just now. He glanced at Zhuang Hanming, who was unconscious, and didn't know if he and him could escape. Zhuang Hanyan used his life to gain a way out for them, but this way out did not look very smooth. Thinking of Zhuang Hanyan, he felt sorrow in his heart. Uncle Wang knew it and would definitely be sad.

While thinking, the footsteps were approaching. The prince gritted his teeth and his eyes were full of despair.

One hand pushed away the weeds in front of the cave.

The sky seemed to be dark, and the cold wind poured in through the hole. The prince felt that the whole body was invaded by the cold, and his teeth were rustling. However, there was a saying that came in with the sound of the wind: "It's me."

It warmed up all of a sudden.

As if he had caught a life-saving straw, the prince only felt that his heart had been holding was instantly relieved: "Uncle Wang!"

Fu Yunxi comforted and patted Zhuang Hanming, who was afraid of his back, his eyes fell on Zhuang Hanming who was on the side, and then spoke again, but it was cold and cold: "Where is she?"

Who is "she"? The prince naturally knew that Fu Yunxi was talking about Zhuang Hanyan. After gritting his teeth, he raised his head and trembledly stretched out his finger and pointed in a direction: "I've gone there."

Fu Yunxi didn't say anything, and immediately ordered a few guards to protect the prince and turn himself on to the horse.

"Uncle Wang!" The prince suddenly called him behind him. Fu Yunxi turned his head, and the little prince looked hesitant, with a hint of hope: "She is still alive, right?"

Fu Yunxi didn't say anything, and waved his whip silently, and the horse rushed away. The man in white looked as calm as water, and his tightly pursed lips revealed his emotions.

Zhuang Hanyan, you must be alive.

On the cliff, there was a bloody and dirty atmosphere. Two of the seven people had died. The eight-foot-foot-shaped man was stabbed by this girl who had never reached the point of being a hairpin with a big knife. It was a bit too much to say that it was a girl. When the shirt that was in the way was thrown down, his thin body was obviously just a child. But how could he have such bloodthirsty eyes, as if they were all dead.

In the thrilling confrontation, Han Yan was already covered in scars. When a big man saw her exhausted, he gave her a heavy blow from behind. It seemed that his whole heart began to tremble. Han Yan fell heavily, and the blood was like fog. He struggled to stand up, but immediately another person kicked her in the knee. His legs became weak and he knelt down. She raised her head, her face was covered with blood, and she was still as obedient and charming as usual.
Chapter completed!