"Plop. "This is a sound that is not very clear to Viscount Juan's ears, and even if he does not distinguish it carefully, Viscount Juan will probably not be able to catch it from the overwhelming cries and pleadings.www.biquge.info Because of the crowds surrounding Leori's three outer floors, Viscount Juan could not even witness Leo's fall, but when the sound reached his ears, Viscount Juan knew such a fact.

Leo fell.

One hundred and twenty-four people, Viscount Juan said silently in his heart.

Even though Leo had used all his holy power to neutralize the virus in the bodies of these plague-stricken people in just a few minutes, he had only saved one hundred and twenty-four people.

However, the people in front of Viscount Juan, how many hundreds, thousands?

"Master Magician!" "The Sorcerer-sama has fallen!" "The Magician-sama is going to die!" In this world, bad things always spread much faster than good things, and the news of Leo's fainting had spread in less than a moment to the ears of all the people who were still conscious outside the South Gate clearing.

When a person suddenly finds a bright lighthouse in the middle of the endless darkness, even if there is a storm and waves in front of him, he will not hesitate to sail in the direction of the lighthouse, because there is light there.

Where there is light, there is hope.

Leo is the only hope for these people, for the thousands of innocent people who have fallen and have not yet fallen.

But Leo has fallen.

The lights of the lighthouse went out.

Light, gone.

Hopefully, gone.

The despair almost instantly infected everyone who had not yet fallen, and even those who were calm and calm before, their hearts were inevitably full of hesitation at this moment.

Although most of these people were just ordinary people, many of them didn't even know how many levels and realms cultivators had, and they didn't know why their friends and family had fallen for no reason. But ordinary people do not mean that they have no brains, and any normal person can see the extraordinary nature of this "disease" from those who are like "blood people". What's more, this "disease" even requires the intervention of a powerful magician!

But this magician has already fallen, not only has he fallen, but he has also looked a little terrifying after falling.

For some reason, Viscount Juan's body suddenly gained strength, and he strode towards the crowd not far away, and instantly squeezed into it, like a mammoth giant elephant passing through the low jungle, Lord Viscount easily passed through the crowd and came to the innermost part of the crowd.

Hundreds of blood-colored bodies were laid out on the ground, twisting into an irregular circle, and Leo fell in the center of the circle.

If the author of the blood-colored plague can be called a "blood man", then today's Leo is a different kind of "blood man".

People who are bleeding all over the ground.

Before he fell, Leo had already shed a lot of blood. And when he fell, he fell right on top of the large pool of blood at his feet, and the red blood not only stained Leo's entire body, but also many of them were smashed and splashed, and the heavenly maiden scattered to the surrounding land.

"Lord Viscount!" Someone recognized the identity of Viscount Juan, and the crowd immediately became commotion, as if another beacon of hope had appeared in the darkness, and the overwhelming questions immediately flew towards Viscount Juan.

"Lord Viscount, what the hell is going on, are we cursed by the devil?" "Lord Viscount, find a way to save us!" "Lord Viscount, quickly rescue this magician, so that he can continue to save people!"

Viscount Juan suddenly felt as if he was surrounded by a flock of noisy crows, and the buzzing sound in his whole mind made him feel annoyed, and he couldn't help yelling: "Shut up Lao Tzu!" ”

The crowd fell silent for a moment, but soon whispers rang out again.

Viscount Juan shook his head helplessly, carefully stepped over the bodies of the hair writers on the ground, walked to Leo's side, squatted down and reached out to touch Leo's chest.

"The heartbeat was steady, but weak, and it looked like it was the cause of overuse of strength and excessive blood loss." Viscount Juan was quick to make a judgment: "He needs help." ”

A thought suddenly jumped into Viscount Juan's mind: "I don't even have to hurt him, as long as I don't help him, then he will naturally die of blood loss." ”

If you drop a drop of ink on a blank piece of paper, anyone who sees it will involuntarily pay attention to the ink dot. This evil thought was like an ink spot on the white paper, and as soon as it appeared, it firmly occupied Viscount Juan's entire mind, like a demon's whisper, lingering in his ears.

Viscount Juan had to admit the fact that until now, whether it was fighting or fighting the plague, Leo had far outplayed himself.

This made Viscount Juan, who was born in a big family and was far superior to Leo in terms of identity, bloodline and talent, a little difficult to accept, and even when he saw his people surrounding Leoli's three outer layers like stars and moons, he was still a little unhappy in his heart, which was a kind of unhappiness that stood in the center of the stage but was robbed of all sight by the people who played tricks on the edge of the stage.

Eat one's heart out.

Yes, for a few moments, a deep sense of jealousy arose in Viscount Juan's heart, and compared to the overwhelming jealousy in his heart, the frustration of being defeated by Shahril's sudden outburst seemed to be somewhat insignificant.

Rescue Leo and save his life, or do you stand by and let the impostor die on the spot? Viscount Juan's heart fell into a fierce battle of thoughts, and beads of sweat quietly flowed down the viscount's cheeks, and he didn't know whether this heat came from the scorching midday sun in the sky, or from the tumbling thoughts in his heart.

Time seems to have passed for only a few seconds, and it seems like centuries have passed.

He took out a small cloth bag from his bosom, took out a round pill from the small cloth bag, carefully opened Leo's closed lips, and stuffed the pill inside.

"In any case, I thank you for the one hundred and twenty-four of my people." Viscount Juan looked at Leo, whose eyes were closed and his face was as pale as paper, and said softly with a complicated expression.

This sentence seems to be addressed to Leo, and it seems to be addressed to himself.

After all this, Viscount Juan stood up, and was about to say something to the people who were looking at him with eager eyes, but before he could say anything, he suddenly turned his head sharply and looked in a certain direction behind him. There was a plague author who had lost consciousness, who seemed to be no different from the others, but Viscount Juan felt a very strange aura from the body of this hair author, as if-

"Bobo!" Several explosions rang out in succession, and the body of the author exploded into countless pieces in vain, and the blood-colored body pulp and tiny pieces of flesh were like fireworks blooming in the night sky, turning into countless blood-colored fragments.

Screams of terror resounded through the clearing.