"Thank you, Childe."

Mu Ling didn't know what Jiang Huan had in mind for being so good to him. But he can't be reused in Du Mansion, and he has the title of leader but no real power, so he likes Jiang Huan in his heart.

Jiang Huan looked at Mu Ling and said with a smile:

"Go and rest, there's still a tough battle to fight later."

"Tough fight?" Mu Ling was a little puzzled when he heard what Jiang Huan said, but he still went to rest in a proper manner.

And Jiang Huan saw that Mu Ling had gone to rest, and he also put a smile on his face.

When he was eating downstairs just now, he saw that there were four or five tables of guests staring at their table, and when Jiang Huan looked at them "inadvertently", they looked away from them. This kind of performance is clearly only available to people with weak hearts. But if you want to kill him, you're a little tender.

Jiang Huan shook his head and then walked to the bed. But he didn't sleep, and listened to the movements nearby.

Late at night, a few guys came to Jiang Huan's door lightly, and they poked a hole in the window with their fingers and stuck a long thing into it. Mu Ling was sleeping soundly but felt that someone was covering his mouth, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Jiang Huan standing next to him.

Jiang Huan made a boo gesture and pointed out with his finger. Mu Ling nodded knowingly and covered her mouth. Jiang Huan gestured

The door opened with a "squeak" and several men in coarse cloth walked in. With sharp knives in their hands, they looked at the two beds like thieves. After confirming that everyone was stunned by them, they were relieved.

One of them walked away from the bed with a sneer:

"Lord Jiang, your time of death has arrived."

As he spoke, he slashed at the bed with the machete, but when he lifted the covers, he found that there was no one.

Jiang Huan's voice sounded behind the man in black:

"Is it my time to die, or is it your time to die?"

"How can you still move?" The man in black looked at Jiang Huan and Mu Ling behind him in horror.

"Me?" Jiang Huan was about to tell them why he could still move, but the two people next door suddenly rushed over:

"Childe is alright?" "No problem."

At this moment, Mu Ling was already entangled with those men in black. But there are too many people in black, and he is powerless alone. Jiang Huan held a sleeve arrow in his hand, and shot out an arrow, and said to the two of them:

"Go help him."

"Yes." Mu Ling was also powerless to deal with four or five people alone, and just as he was about to lose his bearing, Qianying and the two walked forward. The sword rose and fell, and several people were quickly resolved. It's just that Jiang Huan was attacked from behind when he was fighting with a hidden arrow, and his back was injured. Jiang Huan endured the pain and kicked the man hard.

"Childe." After the remnant yang finished solving the person in his hand, he walked forward quickly and hugged the crumbling Jiang Huan.

"Chikage, find a doctor."

"Okay."

Chikage has a trace of blood on his face because he killed someone. Hearing Remnant Yang say this, he didn't care about wiping the blood off his face. He nodded, and glanced at Mu Ling again:

"I'll go and ask for a doctor, you and Remnant Yang will look at the son."

"Yes." Mu Ling was wrestling with the last man and quickly caught him. was about to kill him, but he heard the remnant yang say:

"Keep your mouth alive."

As he spoke, Remnant Yang leaned Jiang Huan against the wall, and punched the man in black who hurt Jiang Huan with red eyes. The man in black was pained and took a few steps back. But who knows that the more you retreat, the harder the remnant sun will beat. It was as if it were going to beat people to death.

Mu Ling stretched out his hand to block the attack of the remnant sun, and said in a cold tone: "Didn't you say that you would spare his life?" Are you trying to kill him with such a big hand? “