Just now, Xiao Mohan strode away, standing alone in the rain, letting the rain fall on his body.

"Master. Han Changqing looked at it from afar, ran with an umbrella, shielded him from the rain, and asked worriedly: "Master, what's wrong with you?"

Xiao Mohan clenched his fists, glanced at Han Changqing, strode forward, and asked, "Ask the water, is there any news?"

"Nope. Han Changqing said, hurriedly caught up, and said: "Ask the water is in retreat, and the key materials have not been found yet."

Xiao Mohan paused, turned around and walked in a certain direction, and said to Han Changqing, "Go back to Xiao's house." ”

He didn't have time anymore, and when he was medicating her just now, his fair arm turned pink, and there was a lot of red blood on the surface of his skin, which was not a good sign.

"Yes. Han Changqing didn't ask a word, turned around and went to open "Mo Yan", and returned to the Xiao family with Xiao Mohan.

The Xiao family, the night is like winter, with snowflakes.

In a dark position, Xiao Ran was wearing a black suit, leaning against it in an overcoat, looking down and touching the gun in his hand, staring at the front with cold eyes.

"Huh. He raised his hand and breathed, on the top of the mountain at night, the snow was falling heavier and heavier, as if to cover the earth, although it was summer outside, but the temperature of the Xiao family was different.

"Squeak. On a quiet snowy night, hearing the sound of tree branches, Xiao Ran raised his vigilance, ran quickly towards that position with his gun in his hand, turned around and kicked with long legs.

"Bang" someone was kicked, Xiao Ran took out a dagger and swung it, "hiss" was slashed, blood splashed, red snowflakes, Xiao Ran fixed his eyes and found that the person was dead.

"Damn it. Xiao Ran looked at the corpse, apparently dead before he found it.

Xiao Ran got up, rushed towards the thousand-year-old cold ice library without hesitation, and shot a few arrows with "Xiu Xiu Xiu", Xiao Ran dodged, staring at the darkness with cold eyes, and fired two shots in a row, and the surroundings suddenly became quiet.

"Insect carving skills. Xiao Ran said coldly, and a few people rushed over and pestered Xiao Ran.

Xiao Ran grabbed the man's arm, tore it apart with force, and rushed forward with bloodthirsty eyes, like a wild beast, tearing them apart with his bare hands mercilessly, screaming again and again.

Blood stained the snow red, turning into a river of blood, and two drops of blood splashed on Xiao Ran's face, embellishing his white red.

"Huh" There was a needle, shot from the shadows, Xiao Ran was just fighting fiercely, it was too difficult to avoid it, he turned his head to look at the needle, and poked it at his eyeballs.

Xiao Ran's black eyes widened, and the needle poked in front of his eyeball, a figure rushed over, pushed Xiao Ran away with one hand, waved it with the other hand, and turned around and stood coldly in the snow with the needle.

"Young Master?" Xiao Ran was pushed, he turned to look at Xiao Mohan, overjoyed.

Xiao Mohan looked at the needle in his hand, it was an ordinary silver needle, he glanced at Xiao Ran and asked, "Are you injured?"

"Nope. Xiao Ran replied, Xiao Mohan's steps were anxious, and he walked towards the thousand-year-old cold ice library, pushing open the door and the cold was coming, as if it could freeze the blood in his body.

Xiao Mohan walked in and saw that in front of the coffin, there was a figure moving, he took the silver needle and threw it over, and faintly heard a muffled snort.

"Bang" The sarcophagus lid closed again, the man's body shook, turned to look at Xiao Mohan, covered his neck, and saw the blood staining his fingertips, he gritted his teeth and said, "Xiao Mohan, it's you again." ”

The man's voice was hoarse, like the magic voice of hell.

Xiao Mohan strode in, and the large ice warehouse was empty.

"Young master, I'll chase after you. Xiao Ran rushed in with a flashlight, turned around and wanted to chase him, but Xiao Mohan pulled his arm.