The Lady in the General’s Arms is a Bigshot in Mystic Arts

Just when Song Yun was about to go over and talk to Jiang Fu about her family status, the door behind her shattered with a sound, and the debris flew in——

A black figure stood at the door against the light. The long sword in his hand was slightly hanging, and the tip of the sword was filled with sharp murderous intent.

Song Yun subconsciously rushed towards Jiang Fu, but before her hand even touched her, she was pushed away by a domineering and powerful sword energy.

The cold and gloomy voice sounded together with the sound of the Qilin pendant on the man's waist, like a ghost in the mountains, with an unreasonable chill, "You dare."

The sword was not sharp, and Xie Cheng was not good at using swords, but it still scratched Song Yun's arm, and a fishy-sweet smell filled the surrounding area.

In the confusion, Song Yun glanced at Xie Cheng, and met a pair of scarlet black eyes full of cold and sharp energy. Her whole body was tied up with cold hair.

It looked much scarier than the day Suzaku City was destroyed.

It felt like Xie Cheng was not so murderous when Suzaku City was destroyed.

At that time, he was just indifferent, just looking at them expressionlessly. It could be regarded as a deterrent at best, but it was definitely not like now, making people feel like Yama came to claim his life.

Song Yun fell to the side and couldn't catch up as she hurriedly rushed.

By the time she stood still, Xie Cheng had already thrown away the ordinary long sword with blood dripping from the tip and protected Jiang Fu.

The man was tall and tall, and his slender hands brushed Jiang Fu's eyes. His eyes were still scarlet, but his voice had completely softened, and he no longer looked as murderous as before.

He held Jiang Fu with one hand and covered her eyes with the other. His voice was low and soft. He didn't know whether he said it to Jiang Fu or to herself, "It's okay, it's okay, Ah." Don't be afraid..."

Song Yun's arm started to hurt, and she thought to herself that it wasn't Ye Yuan.

Xie Cheng is not good at swords, but good at spears.

His silver spear named Ye Yuan is famous all over the world.

It was Ye Yuan who fell on him today, and I'm afraid his life is gone.

Just when Song Yun was thinking wildly, several figures rushed in from outside, and two people held down the injured her.

Song Yun: "..." He died before leaving the army.

She didn't even say a word, but she still talked about terms. It seemed that she had too good ideas.

But it doesn't matter. Although she knew this was a dead end, she still came to die. Later generations should praise her love and praise her sentiments.

Jiang Fu noticed that the hand on her body was shaking. She raised her hand and gently held the hand on her eyes. She raised her head to reveal her bright eyes, which could be said to be right in front of her. With some terrifying scarlet eyes, his voice was soft and he said, "I'm fine, general, don't be afraid."

Her skin is extremely fine and white, and she is extremely well-behaved when she raises her eyes.

Xie Cheng looked down and felt like crying after calming down.

It was okay, it was indeed okay, she was not injured.

But I'm still afraid, I'm still scared.

Song Yun didn't bring anyone with her, so she came alone. What if she really brought someone else with her and hurt her out of common sense.

The slender white hands clasped her head and held her whole body in his arms. The movements were very heavy, as if he wanted to integrate her into his own flesh and blood.

Jiang Fu could even hear his heartbeat clearly, sonorous and powerful.

"I'm afraid." He pressed her head and paused for a long time before whispering in a hoarse voice, "I'm afraid that you are just like this..."