This sentence was like a slap in the face for Nie Bin, making him dare to be angry but not dare to speak.

Yu Shenyan's loud roar attracted the attention of many villagers not far away, and they naturally noticed Meng Nanxun, who was covered in blood, and muttered in twos and threes.

Nie Bin lowered his voice, leaned in front of the other party, and questioned him: "What do you mean, do you want to protect this demon girl?" ”

Yu Shenyan's face turned pale, and he was a little displeased: "Don't spew blood and give me a hat, I just reminded you with kind words, don't forget the purpose of our descent this time, kill people here, and ruin the reputation of Lei Gang Mountain, you can't afford it!" ”

Just as the two were arguing, Lang Hatian walked slowly from the town behind him, holding a straw mat in his hand, looking ahead in a daze, and noticed these people.

The white clothes of the disciples were very eye-catching in the crowd, but Lang Hatian didn't feel strange, because the distance was too far, and Meng Nanxun's figure was blocked.

He wanted to take a detour from the north of the town to the back of Lei Gang Mountain, and find a place to bury the bones of the person in his arms on the plain. Lang Hatian originally wanted to bypass those white-clothed disciples from a distance, until the waterfall-like black hair came into his eyes.

"No matter what you say, I'm going to decide the life of this demon girl today!"

After saying that, he turned around and shouted at Meng Nanxun: "Keep you, sooner or later you will harm others!" ”

His hand was chopped down again, this time even Yu Shenyan didn't have time to stop him, the name of the first disciple in white was once the first person, Nie Bin's strength was not just talking.

Meng Nanxun's eyes were filled with sorrow, her life fell into the hands of this kind of ant, and her heart was full of unwillingness. The snowflakes fell, and when they approached Nie Bin's palm, they melted one after another, turning into water droplets.

A scorching arc crossed, like a flowing fire in July, recklessly rushing into the winter season, incomparably brilliant. Except for Yu Shenyan, the rest of the disciples had no intention of obstructing them.

The former's eyes widened and he gritted his teeth, but he couldn't reach it. Just when he thought that Nie Bin's palm was inevitably about to fall, a white figure walked on the snow behind everyone, changing in three steps, quietly passing in front of him, raising his leg and kicking Nie Bin's palm.

Meng Nanxun felt the world spin for a while, and his body was already lying in the arms of another person. There was a burst of warmth in her strong chest, and her tense nerves instantly relaxed, as if the person who came was like a mountain that she could rely on.

Lang hated the sky and hugged the person in his arms, pulled out the Yunling sword with his backhand, and with a "sonorous" sound, the tip of the sword pointed directly at Nie Bin. The cold edge was even colder than the snow, and he stared at the other party, the killing intent in his eyes was undisguised.

Everyone was stunned by Lang Hatian's sudden appearance, and when they saw his movements, they became frightened for no reason. Even Nie Bin was no exception, his blazing palm no longer had the courage to attack, he could only face the edge of the long sword, and cold sweat was dripping from his forehead.

However, what Lang hated was that a man standing next to the other party actually stepped forward and stood between himself and Nie Bin, his eyes were firm and abnormal, and he didn't seem to be afraid at all.

Yu Shenyan was still arguing with the other party before, but at this moment, he was the first to stand up.

"Don't be impulsive."

The two looked at each other for a moment, and the latter returned his sword to the sheath. Everyone including himself secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and Lang hated the sky and stopped caring about them, looking down at Meng Nanxun.

The peerless face, which is usually covered by black hair, is now in full view, but it is only a little pale. After seeing the hideous scars on Meng Nanxun's body, Lang hattian no longer hesitated, immediately took off his thick cotton clothes and put them on for her, and then carried the other party behind him, held the straw mat between his arms, and carried the Taiping three movements under his feet, and ran towards the back of Lei Gang Mountain as if flying.

A group of white-clothed disciples were left in place, and Nie Bin looked at the back of Lang Hatian gradually disappearing in the distance, and there was a vicious light flowing in his eyes. Yu Shenyan turned around and glared at him, didn't say anything, and continued to help the villagers carry things with the rest of the people.

Lang hattian ran quickly in the heavy snow, his whole body slowly became numb, and his steps became heavier and heavier.

Behind Lei Gang Mountain, the yellow on the plain was covered with white, and Yun Ci in the thatched hut was curled up in the corner of the bed, wrapped in clothes and sleeping soundly.

At this time, the closed door was pushed open from the outside, and the wind swept snowflakes into the house in an instant, causing Yun Ci to wake up with a shiver.

"Damn, who disturbs my good dreams, be careful of my 。。。。。。"

Before he could finish speaking, he was dragged out of bed by a young man dressed in white and sat on the ground. The sleepy-eyed Yun Ci was completely awake now, and immediately jumped up and was about to stab this unknown person to death with a sword.

In the face of Yun Ci's sword, Lang Hatian was completely unmoved. He put Meng Nanxun on the bed, covered all the clothes on her, reached out to pick up Meng Nanxun's long hair, and used his knuckles to probe the other party's snort.

After feeling the faint air current, his hanging heart finally let go.

Yun Ci's sword stopped behind the visitor, and at the same time, he finally recognized the identity of the visitor.

Looking at Meng Nanxun, who was covered in blood on the bed, and Lang Hatian with a serious face, Yun Ci gasped: "What's going on, why is this woman so seriously injured?" ”

Lang hated the sky and shook his head.

"I don't know."

After a long time, Yun Ci realized that this seemed to be his own residence, so he was angry.

"Hey, this is my home, you didn't even say hello and just barged in. Also, why did you bring this woman to me and sleep in my bed!? ”

His jumping up and down only got a white eye from Lang Hatian.

"I found Meng Nanxun at the entrance of the town, and the sect will definitely not accept her, so in order to save her life, I have to send her to you." As he spoke, Lang hated the sky and glanced at him, "I think, you don't want her to die like this." ”

Yun Ci snorted lightly and said indifferently: "Who cares about the life or death of this woman, besides, she is only the sixth in line, and she is not worthy of my pity, hurry up and take her away, otherwise I will be welcome!" ”

Yun Ci thrust his sword into the ground, looking non-negotiable, but his right foot suddenly stepped on something. He looked down and saw that it was actually a wrapped straw mat, and when Yun Ci curiously picked off the corner of the straw mat with the tip of his sword, he only saw a messy mess of hair.

"How can there be a dead man!"

Yun Ci screamed, jumped up reflexively, and the top of her head was about to hit the beam. Lang hated the sky and covered his ears in pain, waited for him to calm down, and said helplessly: "Why are you making such a fuss, isn't it just a corpse." ”

The former clutched his chest, even the long sword in his hand fell to the ground, panting heavily, pointing to the straw mat, and it took a lot of effort to squeeze out a sentence: "This... What's going on, you killed someone!? ”

Seeing Yun Ci's appearance, Lang Hatian even suspected that what he said before was bragging.

The latter was silent for a moment, and told Yun Ci about his relationship with the man wrapped in the straw mat, as well as the story of the other party.