"Take out the books in the room and give them to me." The man saw how anxious Song Nuan was, and seemed to have confidence.

Zi Ye pushed his accomplice out, Wen Chongzheng held the poisonous scripture that had been shot in his hand,

"Want this?"

"I want my brother."

The person who was controlled by Ziye immediately burst into tears, "Brother, you are so righteous, I thank you."

"No, no!" Wen Chongzheng pointed to the gate of the courtyard, "The place is small, let's go outside to avoid breaking my things."

"good!"

The man dragged Song Ling out.

Song Nuan looked at his sword and was extremely anxious, "Be careful, if my sister lacks a hair, you don't want to leave alive."

The man didn't dare to be so crazy when he heard Song Nuan's words, and he was unhappy, but he didn't dare to do it against him.

In this situation, they can get things and leave safely is the most important thing.

"Second sister." Song Jiabao wanted to rush forward, but was caught by Su Ye in time. "Young Master Jiabao, don't do this. The young master and his wife will not let Miss Ling have any trouble. If you anger that person, then Miss Ling will be in danger."

Upon hearing this, Song Jiabao pursed his lips tightly, and tears rolled in his eyes.

He followed step by step towards the gate of the yard.

"Others are not allowed to come out except you." The man glared at Su Ye and the others fiercely, "Song Nuan, don't come out either."

Song Nuan suddenly narrowed her eyes, opened her mouth, and Wen Chongzheng's voice came from her ears, "Nannuan, you are waiting here, I won't let A Ling have something to do."

Song Ling kept crying, "Sister, sister, save me..."

When Song Nuan heard this, her heart ached.

Suddenly, the way she was struggling by Wu's water. At that time, was she still shouting: "Sister, sister, save me, save me..."

Song Nuan couldn't help but burst into tears.

"I have to follow, if I don't follow, A Ling will be afraid."

The man was furious when he saw Song Nuan not working, "Song Nuan, don't force me!"

"You are a big man, and you still have hostages in your hands. Are you still afraid of me?" Song Nuan said, throwing the bow in her hand to the ground and throwing the silver needle bag away.

"Are you still afraid of me as an unarmed person now?"

The man didn't speak.

Song Nuan said again: "Let her go and I will be a hostage. I am in your hands, and no one dares to make things difficult for you. I can send you all the way out of the village, or even further away."

Song Nuan patted her chest, "I will change her, it will be more beneficial to you."

She looked at the cold sword placing it on Song Ling's neck, looked at Song Ling's scared, and watched Song Ling cry, she really couldn't stand it.

She would rather be the one she hosts.

"you?"

"Change or not?" Song Nuan nodded.

The man was stunned for a moment, then reacted and shook his head firmly, "No change! You can follow."

Song Nuan is so nervous about this fool. It seems that the hostage he took casually was of great importance.

How can he change it?

The group left the yard.

"Give him the thing, let him come over, I'll send someone to you." The man pushed Song Ling.

Song Nuan was so scared that she raised her heart.

His face turned pale.

Wen Chongzheng tore the poisonous sutra from it, stuffing half into the man controlled by Ziye, and throwing half into the man opposite.

"Look, how kind I am! One person is half, just as you can each receive half of the credit." He turned his head and looked at the man in Zi Ye's hand, "You have half of it, so you don't worry about him leaving you."

The two were a little confused.

He looked at Wen Chongzheng in confusion.

He is really so kind?

Wen Chongzheng raised his hand, "Ziye, send him over and pick Aling up."

"Yes, young master."

Half of the poisonous sutra was thrown to the ground, and the man pushed Song Ling to walk step by step, staring at the poisonous sutra.

The closer he got, the faster his heart beat.

"You squat down and pick it up for me."

He was afraid of something strange, so he pointed his sword at Song Ling and asked her to help pick up the poison scripture. Song Ling couldn't think too much about it. Once she felt that she was not caught, her first thought was to run towards Song Nuan.

She ran away immediately without thinking.

"Sister."

"court death!"

The sword in the man's hand was thrown towards Song Ling.

"Aling, be careful..." Song Nuan rushed over and pushed Song Ling away, and the short arrow hiding in her sleeve shot at the man with his bare hands.

Dangdang!

The sword passed through Song Nuan's waist and fell to the ground. The man avoided the short arrow and jumped to catch Song Ling at the first time.

"Aling, run quickly."

"Nannuan, be careful!"

"lady……"

A few panic sounds sounded, and Song Nuan felt a sharp pain in her arm, and then she fell into a powerful embrace.

"Miss Ling..."

Zi Ye started fighting with the man. Song Ling was thrown out by the man, like a kite with a broken string, and fell to the ground with a bang and knocked her forehead against a stone.

"A Ling!"

Song Nuan pushed Wen Chongzheng away, ran over with all his heart and courage, and picked up Song Ling, who was as fragile as an enamel doll, "Aling, Aling, sister, take you home immediately, sister will give you medicine."

"Sister, I..."

Song Ling narrowed her eyes with difficulty, and said only three words, and then she fainted.

Her double sagged and hit Song Nuan.

Song Nuan screamed in fear for no reason, "Ah..."

"Zi Ye, Su Ye, take care of these two people." Wen Chong said with an orthodox voice and walked towards Song Nuan, "Nannuan, I'll do it! I'll bring A Ling in."

The weight on his hands was lost, and Song Nuan looked at the blood on his hands in fear.

She was stunned for a moment, then ran in.

"Aling, Aling..."

The house is full of chaos.

Song Nuan looked at Song Ling with blood on her face and was so scared that her hands were trembling. Wen Chongzheng couldn't bear to watch it anymore, so he pulled it away, "Nannuan, let me do it! I'll come to A Ling to apply medicine, you go and sit down. A Ling is fine, it's just an external injury, don't scare yourself."

Song Nuan shook her head, "No! I'll do it!"

She didn't scare herself, but when she looked at Song Ling like this, she always thought of Song Ling at that time.

That time, when she was not here, Song Ling was directly injured as a fool.

This time, she was right in front of her, but she watched Song Ling get injured.

Song Ling kept asking herself to save her.

Song Nuan's self-blame and guilt all surged out, and the feeling was like a huge wave, slapped her into a state of silence.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and tried hard to force herself to calm down.

Song Nuan, you must stay calm!

When she opened her eyes again, she was already calm and she helped Song Ling wash her face, wash her wounds, and apply medicine. After careful examination, she confirmed that there were no other wounds on her body, and then she stopped.

Wen Chongzheng went to examine the two people.

"Sister, I'll guard my second sister. You can also apply some medicine to yourself. You have blood on your body." Song Jiabao pointed at her sleeve and pointed at her waist.

Song Nuan looked down and realized that her sleeves and clothes on her waist had been scratched, and the fabric on the edge was covered with blood.

"Then you guard your second sister, I'll go back to the house and come over immediately."

"OK."
To be continued...