The jade pot was suddenly pulled up on the spot and flew up, looking a bit like a jade burning. At the same time, Jiang Xiaoyu was also attacked. The offensive of the two has been completed, and there is no way to take it back. Mao Qing was slightly surprised by Jiang Xiaoyu's actions, it was not killing people or taking jade, but destroying jade!

No one thought that the demented Ji Lingyu would block in front of Ji Chang at this moment, and the palm power of the two hit him.

The expression on Ji Chang's face was no longer clear, and the dough-like face was still raised in a daze. Qingyu Ling, who was tightly clutched in his hand, fell to the ground with Ji Lingyu. Maybe at this moment, he really remembered that he still had a son. It is a close relative who is connected to his beloved, by blood.

Shui Lianyue's heart was stagnant, she should be happy, that sloppy and naïve man, she finally didn't have to force her face to be happy. So, she smiled a little, but she couldn't do it as she always did.

Ji Lingyu fell to the ground, half a step away from Le Niang. Blood was flowing down the corners of his mouth, but his eyes were still blank, and he wanted to gently lift the ink hosta in his hand, but finally hung weakly on the ground.

"Lianle, my Lianle?"

The only relative died, and her beloved husband also died, but Le Niang couldn't cry. She looked at Ji Lingyu who had already swallowed her breath with red eyes, but she couldn't say that, "I am your Lianle!" ”

Feng Lianle no longer has zài, but the one who saves zài is the owner of Extreme Paradise, a musician who has fallen into the dust and is dirty.

The black dragon couldn't help but applaud, what a pleasant scene it was. Life and death are separated. Love and hate, there is nothing that makes him happier than seeing others suffer and be unwilling.

"I'll go, Ben Shaoxia really can't stand it, you look disgusting, you talk disgustingly, you want to vomit when you see your ass face, if Ben Shaoxia doesn't do the right thing for heaven today, I'm sorry for the name of 'Jade-faced Flying Fox'!" Jiang Xiaoyu saw Zhuo Ling'er die, the Ji family's father and son also died, and the group of Jianghu people who were not good but not too bad were also half dead. I can't suppress the blood in my heart. Woo wow screamed and pounced on the black dragon, and Li Jiang took a step behind him and pounced.

Mao Qing helped Ayin, but did not stop it. There is no intention of reaching out to help. Instead, he slowly walked up to the jade pot and leaned over to look at him. The sound of coldness, not in a hurry.

"You asked me to do a favor, I helped, I'll collect my payment!"

The jade pot glanced at Ayin, who was sleeping peacefully in her arms. He grinned and showed his blood-stained teeth and smiled, "Ice boy, how long can you protect her?" A year, or ten years? ”

Mao replied lightly, "Entrusted by people, loyal to people." I promised to make her happy for the rest of her life! As for whether it can be done and how long it can be done, that is a matter of Maoqing, so I don't bother with my predecessors! ”

The jade pot shook his head, and with difficulty pulled out the peachwood sword from his back, the polished and lubricated sword body, three feet three feet long, four fingers wide, with an unknown pattern engraved on it, a bit like a gossip map, crooked, not real. The jade pot raised the peachwood sword upward, and Mao Qing was a little puzzled.

The jade pot turned his head to look at Zhuo Ling'er's corpse, and with apology and unwillingness, he said slowly, "The Zhuo family is full of doors, and they died because of the Qingyu Order!" I am the Shushan faction, and I am ashamed of the Zhuo family. Zhuo Linger took Zhuo's resentment and resurrected the Qingyu Order, and only by helping the Zhuo family fulfill their wish could the Qingyu Order be withdrawn. It's just that I didn't expect that you could forcibly take out this green jade order, and sure enough, people are not as good as heaven. I can't go back when I go out of the mountain this time. ”

The jade pot sighed faintly, and Mao Qing couldn't help but lower his eyes, as if he felt guilty.

The jade pot smiled again, held the sword momentum in one hand, lightly drew on the peachwood sword, and said in a low voice, "He!" The three-foot-long wooden sword shrunk to the size of a palm. The jade pot raised the sword in front of Mao Qing again, "Although I can't guess who you are, I believe that you must have a relationship with the Shushan Sect!" People are in the sword, and people are dead and the sword is sealed! If you want to know the origin of this sword, why not make a trip yourself! ”

Mao Qing stared at the jade pot, and there was still a cynical smile on his vicissitudes of life. Half a sound, Mao Qing hesitated to hold the sword in his hand, and the jade pot suddenly breathed a long sigh of relief, and pulled the wound again, and couldn't help coughing violently.

After a pause, he said proudly, "You stinky boy, I've long seen you unpleasant!" It's just that Lao Tzu doesn't have the strength to clean you up now, this sword is the certificate of Shushan Gate, and if you take it, you will be my apprentice of the jade pot. You listen to Lao Tzu, leave your life for the teacher, order the apprentice to clear the light, spend his life looking for the lost green jade order, and swear to protect the Xuanling Array! ”

Mao Qing was not bluffed by his words that he didn't know whether they were true or false, but he didn't refute or refuse. The eyes hidden under the eyelashes can't see the inner expression. The jade pot seemed to be extremely relieved of him, as if he had put down the burden on his shoulders, he lowered his shoulders, could no longer suppress the blood tumbling in his chest, and vomited heavily.

Mao Qing's long eyebrows wrinkled tighter and tighter with his painful groan, and the jade pot didn't see Mao Qing nodding or seeing him shake his head, and the ridiculous peach wood sword was lying in the palm of the well-patterned palm, looking thin and heavy.

The jade pot said in a low voice, "This look, it's really not majestic at all!" ”

The person in front of him was out of breath, but Mao Qing suddenly knelt on one knee, holding Ayin in one hand and the ridiculous peachwood sword in the other, and asked in a low voice, "You, is there really a senior brother named Yuxuan?" But he's dead, isn't he? ”

A bloody hand stretched out, and in the fishy sweet taste, the warm and clear green jade Ling lay there quietly, but the red line inside had begun to dim, and there was no warmth at all.

"They're all dead! Just for this piece of green jade order that I don't know why! Le Niang sneered, "I once admonished Ling'er, don't believe you!" But she said, "You are different from them!" Now it seems that it is also a raccoon dog! Since you can forcibly take out the token, you must already know Ling'er's identity. I really want to see what your heart looks like. Watching so many people fall into hell and just watch from the sidelines. You could have taken them out safely, you could! ”

Mao Qing wanted to explain, but in the end he was speechless. The blood-stained jade plaque fell to the ground with its sleeves brushed against it, drawing a big question mark on the clean lake blue, as if it was torturing something. However, what is imprinted on Mao Qing's heart is more of a blank helplessness and panicked questioning.

The corners of his mouth were pursed, his eyes were lowered, and he couldn't see any expression on his cold face. Hao Qing slowly turned his head, looking at Jiang Xiaoyu and Li Jiang who were surrounded by demon soldiers, at the black dragon sneering outside the crowd, at Shui Lianyue, who was silent, and finally fell on Yu Qingyang, who was still unconscious.

The black dragon was waiting, waiting for Mao Qing to make a move, and he saw with his own eyes that this person had received the Qingyu Order, which made him even more excited than the Qingyu Order itself.

Shui Lianyue is also waiting, waiting for an opportunity, waiting for a possibility! The leaf that had disappeared from his left arm squirmed happily again in the cold air.

Mao Qing was measuring, measuring the possibility of getting out of trouble with the strength of a few of them. (To be continued.) )