There was an arrogant insult from outside: "Dog, what are you doing here, and what about the person you are looking for?"

It's the mysterious evil ghost who covets the skin of Su Chen!

The man with the rattan cane seemed to kneel down and said, "Back to the master, there is a voice in the coffin." ”

"Is there a voice? What can be a sound in a coffin?" the mysterious man sneered, "How many times have I told you, I hate the smell of corpses!"

"Yes. Fujiki crutches replied. He circled around the coffin for half a circle, and walked towards the outside of Yizhuang with a crisp and rhythmic crashing sound.

The south wind breathed a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, the demon drove his anger and struck at the coffin. Nanfeng didn't know why Xizhou reacted so quickly, in short, he hugged her, turned over, and used his thin back to block the fatal blow, becoming Nanfeng's human shield.

Boom!

The coffin was torn apart by the blow, and the remaining timber was knocked away along with the people inside, until it hit the wall made of earth, and shook the thatch that had been placed on it.

The two broken coffins that were affected were also smashed apart, and the two corpses placed inside turned into corpse pieces, mixed together, and it was impossible to distinguish between you and me.

The dust was flying, and the stench of corpses was pervasive.

Nanfeng and Xizhou were exposed to the enemy in this most tragic way.

Nanfeng was protected by Xizhou and was not injured, but Xizhou's situation is indescribable.

He had been wounded in his right shoulder, the wound was very long, almost half of his back was involved, and the blood stained his back thoroughly. Now it had been hit hard by the mysterious man again, and it was hit in the back again, and the south wind could almost hear the sound of bones shattering.

He spat blood in a big gulp, and his face was covered with blood, covering all his features. His arm was scratched by sawdust, and his original brand new clothes were no longer visible.

But he still held her tightly and pressed her in his arms, so that she would not be hurt in the slightest.

It's like protecting a priceless treasure.

Xizhou hugged the south wind, and the south wind also hugged Xizhou to death. Nanfeng begged Xizhou not to let go, not to leave her when he had just given her warmth. She doesn't want to go back to loneliness, she doesn't want to lose him!

Xizhou is her sudden gift, her erroneous hope, the beauty she forced, and the happiness she stole.

When she met him, she thought she had exhausted her luck.

But despite Nanfeng's desperate prayers, Xizhou's hand slowly and slowly loosened, and finally hung weakly on the ground and landed in his bleeding puddle.

Nanfeng hugged him, crying and calling his name, trying to cover his bloody wound with his hand, but his hand still drooped.

"Xizhou!" shouted the south wind.

"Xizhou ......," she called him over and over again.

His eyes were barely open, the blood in his mouth was spurting out all the time, and his body was convulsing. He shoved her and vaguely ordered her, "Go, go......"

The south wind's heart shook: If you are not in the world, where can I go?

Nanfeng didn't want to go, he didn't want to wander like a lost dog anymore.

The mysterious demon grinned and admired it, and his interest was so high that it was like watching a great show. He said: "I said before that the skin of Ming Hong Gongzi is useless, but the soul is rare. I just need you and you appeared, you say, is this fate?"

Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he said to the man with a cane beside him: "You are doing well today, much better than the bad old man before!"

The person on the rattan cane this time was different from the person who was killed by Su Chen last time, he looked very young, but he was very short, and his body seemed to be very uncoordinated, and he was a dwarf. The dwarf bowed and thanked his master, saying, "It is a blessing for a slave to be able to serve his master." ”

The mysterious man was in a better mood, he walked towards the south wind and said, "I finally have the opportunity to take away the soul of Prince Ming Hong, and I am really a little excited in my heart—don't you also feel honored?"

Xizhou was speechless. Nanfeng also didn't want to give him anger at this time to satisfy his sense of accomplishment. She expected him to kill her as well, and perhaps this was the best ending so far.

The mystery man approached. A surging black resentment surged around him.

Despair, like raging waves, engulfed the south wind and Xizhou at the same time in the blink of an eye.

A pale blue light fell from the sky. The light looked ordinary, but it was lethal enough to slash away most of the surging resentment from the mysterious man.

Without waiting for any reaction from the people present, the pale blue light turned into a sharp sword, killing the mysterious man again.

The mysterious man was hit hard, but he was still able to react quickly, which has to be impressive. He soared into the air, dodging the deadly blade of light.

It turned out to be plain dust!

Seeing Su Chen in such a place, Nanfeng could hardly express his feelings.

She thought that he had abandoned her and told her that she would never see her again, and since she would never see her again, then the only thing left to be sad would be when she met.

But she didn't make a difference. There is sadness, but more often than not, there is joy. It's like a little windmill that was lost when I was a child, and I was happy to see that it could turn around under its own blowing, and the childish memories that I had deliberately abandoned came up.

Su Chen was still so detached and spotless, and Nanfeng couldn't find any difference between him and the original. He was still in snow-white clothes, snow-white boots, his hair was meticulously combed, and his eyebrows were still cold.

The jade soul fan waved in his hand, and the light blue light did not stop for half a moment, illuminating the narrow courtyard of Yizhuang.

Rao is like this, he is still fighting hard, with two opponents, one left and one right, making him almost difficult to deal with. In particular, the mysterious demon looked even more powerful than the last time I saw him, and his moves were deadly.

However, after fighting a few moves, Su Chen had already shown his defeat, and his shoulder was attacked by the resentment of the mysterious person, and he fell to the ground fiercely.

"Master!" shouted Nanfeng.

Su Chen stood up with difficulty, and his trembling hand stubbornly held the Jade Soul Fan.

Su Chen confronted those two things that made people's scalps tingle again, and he didn't forget to make time to shout to Nanfeng: "Take him, go!"

Nanfeng's tears came again: "Su Chen—"

"You are a burden, don't mess with me!!" he shouted again.

It is true that the south wind is a burden, and Xizhou, who is lying on the ground and dying, is also a burden. Since you have done a burden, you must have the consciousness of being a burden, crying and crying, you, you and me, I can't help it. Nanfeng wiped the tears on his face, pulled Xizhou's soft arm on his shoulder, and coaxed him to leave with her, just like when he coaxed her into the coffin to hide.

Xizhou still held on to his breath, his steps were vague, his head was lowered, but he still tried his best to take steps under the support of the south wind.

The main gate could not be walked, but fortunately, the fence of Yizhuang was low and broken, and they chose a gap at random and escaped.

Behind him, light and shadow are intertwined, and life and death struggle......