Chapter Forty-Seven: The King of the Four Directions, the Central Emperor
The bloodstains sprinkled along the road, both the audience and the enemy were silent, and even Zhong Yanan, who stabilized his figure, was slightly moved.
Although he was seriously injured, Wu Liang still had no intention of stopping, and only by rushing out could he have a chance to survive, so he definitely had to rush out.
The powerful master did not stop because of this, and almost instantly arrived at Wu Liang's back, and slapped his palm heavily towards his blood-stained back.
Some people couldn't help but close their eyes, and some people clenched their fists excitedly, but no one made a sound, and opened their mouths to let out silent screams or shouts.
At the last moment, a black shadow swooped out from the side like lightning, like a snake that had already been ready to attack.
Liang Yue's dagger is like the tongue of a poisonous snake, accurately killing the neck of the middle-aged man, and the shot is a killing move, there are absolutely no superfluous tricks, except for fast, or fast.
However, the middle-aged strength has been incredibly strong, and in this case, he still forcibly twisted his body, dodged the blow, and a slight blood mark was scratched on his neck, and it seemed that the injury was not serious, and there was basically no major problem.
One hit missed, and he fled thousands of miles away, dragging down the middle-aged man's pace, Liang Yue's body also followed Wu Liang out, and I don't know when the Rolls-Royce appeared at the door, and the door had already opened.
Wu Liang didn't hesitate to get in, and he didn't even have time to close the door, the driver had already stepped on the accelerator, and the speed of the car was quickly raised, completely using the Rolls-Royce as a sports car.
Liang Yue behind him was a few points faster than Wu Liang, his body shook and disappeared into the woods, leaving no trace, and the angry middle-aged man behind him quickly killed.
Seeing that he was about to catch up with the Rolls-Royce, he reached out and grabbed the door that was not closed, and the moment he pressed with one arm, the door was completely torn off, and the body continued to run forward without hesitation after twisting a few times, and the driver had stepped on the accelerator to the end.
The snake is not only fast, but also poisonous, just when the middle-aged man was about to pursue, his body shook slightly, and immediately felt that something was wrong, touched his neck, and the position that was cut was already swollen, and then snorted coldly and returned to the Yunlong Club.
When the others looked at it, they found that half of his neck had become purple-black, and it was obvious that the other party's dagger was poisonous, but unfortunately, Huaxia's killers and assassins were so powerful that it was difficult to guess who did it.
Closed his eyes and didn't look at the others, although Zhong Yanan was attacked by Wu Liang, but the injury was not very serious, so the middle-aged man took care of his own pranayama and meditated, and after half an hour, a drop of black blood flowed out of his neck, and everyone breathed a long sigh of relief.
Rolls-Royce walked in an extremely strange direction, after turning around, he headed straight towards the north of the capital, and the surrounding mountains could be seen from afar, Wu Liang closed his eyes and used his righteous determination with all his might, so that his injuries would not worsen.
Hundreds of meters behind, Liang Yue followed closely, in case something happened, he could also help, not to mention that he didn't trust this driver 100%.
The northern suburbs of the capital and the north of Yunmeng Mountain are full of towering trees, and there are usually no tourists, only the forest rangers come here every ten days and half a month.
However, the road had already been repaired, and I don't know what psychology it was, but in the roar of the helicopter, Ye Weiyang jumped down from the sky and landed firmly on the ground.
In front of it is a dilapidated Taoist hall, but it looks very elegant, very clean, full of quiet, quiet feeling, on which are written three ancient characters 'Eternal Life Concept'.
There was a woman in her twenties standing at the door, not wearing a Taoist robe, but a traditional Chinese cardigan skirt, wearing white clothes, and a beautiful face, like a fairy.
"Someone is injured and needs your help!" Ye Weiyang didn't have any nonsense, and explained his intentions straightforwardly, Zhong Yanan's sudden involvement, and the middle-aged man's shot, which was beyond his expectations.
"You know, I'm not a doctor!" With a quiet smile on her face, the woman moved lightly to the bottom of the big tree at the entrance of the hall, stretched out her arms, and two squirrels jumped down from the tree and jumped on her shoulders.
Ye Weiyang is obviously not surprised, and he has no refutation of the woman's statement, anyway, he can't suppress the other party by words, and if he says too much, the other party hates it.
The woman didn't bother with Ye Weiyang, but just teased the squirrel, took out a few peanuts from the small pocket and fed them to eat, and at some point, a few white rabbits appeared, muttering dissatisfiedly, and circling around her.
A moment later, inside the closed door, an old female voice came out: "Distinguished guests are coming to the door, Qingqing is not good to entertain", and a Taoist aunt wearing a Taoist robe had already appeared in front of Ye Weiyang.
Although he looked like he was only in his forties, Ye Weiyang knew that Mu Qingqing called this senior a grandmother, who was definitely over sixty years old, and could only do more than less.
"Who is the injured, the King of the Four Directions, or the Central Emperor?" Dao Gu's voice was very flat, but those eyes that were insightful of the world made Ye Weiyang lower his head involuntarily, not daring to look at the old man.
"Since I haven't had direct contact, I don't know who it is, the biggest possibility is the Central Qilin!" Ye Weiyang didn't dare to guess, and briefly told what he knew.
Rolls-Royce rushed desperately, and soon arrived at the foot of Yunmeng Mountain, even on the mountain road, regardless of the possibility that the vehicle might be damaged, Wu Liang had already opened his eyes, looked at the blood stains on Yuan Mei's body, and wanted to raise his arm to help her wipe it off, but he soon gave up, and his sleeves were also covered with blood.
When there was still a kilometer to go from the Taoist temple, the driver slammed on the brakes and was about to stop the car, but the ethereal voice had already come down leisurely: "Drive up"!
It's not the first time he's been here, he stepped on the accelerator without hesitation, and drove up the mountain again, Wu Liang's eyes lit up, although he only heard the voice, but he already had a rough grasp of the strength of this senior who spoke.
Liang Yue in the back also followed without hesitation, this kind of messy place, how could he rest assured that Wu Liang and Yuan Mei would go up, as long as the driver made his own move, neither of them had any ability to resist now
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