Thinking back to the bits and pieces with Zhuzhu in her mind, Su Ning'er suddenly remembered what Ye Hao had said to her when she was in the palace of Rongshan City.

It was also a dusk when the sun was about to set, and they sat by the pond in the palace garden, looking at the pale golden glow of the water and a few goldfish in the water, and unconsciously chatted about Zhuzhu.

That Ye Hao told Su Ning'er that Zhuzhu was the princess of the demon clan, and her father was the Baiqi Demon King, the head of the five demon kings, and the top of the peaks was her territory within a radius of three thousand miles.

This news shocked Su Ning'er very much, and she didn't mention it to anyone under Ye Hao's persuasion, and she also dispelled the idea of sending someone to White Emperor City to inquire about Zhuzhu's whereabouts.

Now, sitting by the window and watching the sunset in the distance, she thought of Zhuzhu again, and suddenly felt that she missed her very much, so the county lord picked up the pen and wrote a letter to Zhuzhu in that crooked handwriting.

A letter that was just a whim, she thought it would be impossible for even the demon clan to arrive, but it ended up in Zhuzhu's hands.

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The sharp blade of the axe silently sliced through Hera's neck, blood gushing out.

Hera's consciousness gradually became blurred, and she sat quietly by the river, looking at a colorful glow in the west, and slowly closed her eyes until the blood ran out and fell to Shui Zheng

Large swaths of the river were dyed red, and the slippery flying locks smashed against the stones in the water with a soft snapping sound.

Not far away, a herring in the water was about to put its mouth into the rhubarb, heard the sound, turned his head to look, and began to bark.

The masters of the Long family outside the forest quickly came to the river when they heard the sound, and their faces changed greatly when they saw the red-dyed river.

The middle-aged Five Realms master who took the lead rescued Hera from the water as quickly as possible, and when he saw the half-foot-long wound on her neck, which was deeply visible, her slightly swarthy face suddenly turned pale. This is a fatal wound.

"Medic, go find the Medic!"

The middle-aged master roared loudly, and he quickly took out the hemostatic medicine he had brought with him and sprinkled it on the wound on Hera's neck. Several of his men swept towards the forest.

Hera's wound was deep, but she didn't bleed much. But it was never a good thing, for the blood in her body had dried up, as could be seen in the red-stained river water and her pale, already gray face.

Apparently Hera was bent on dying, and she drained the blood in her body in such an imperceptible way that even if she was discovered, there was no possibility of resurrection.

This middle-aged master of the Long family knew a little about medical skills, and he knew that Hera was going to die.

Even if the most brilliant physician of the Long family was present, it was impossible to save her.

Even if the great priest of the temple immediately used magic on her, it would be difficult to save her life.

But now, where are you going to find the priest?

All the masters of the Long Family were all like ashes.

How important Hera is, they have long heard the song of the Dragon Dynasty.

Dragon Eighteen had also reminded them more than once that if Hera was attacked again and there was any damage, none of them would want to live.

They were attentive and carefully guarded, but in the end, they didn't expect that it was Hera herself.

More than a dozen masters of the Dragon Family were silent around Hera, they didn't comfort each other, because there was no need, if Hera really died, they couldn't live anymore. From the moment they walked into the Long family, their lives were no longer their own.

Rhubarb felt that Hera's vitality was passing quickly, and lay beside Jurao and roared in pain and despair, tears rolling down from the corners of his eyes.

Baliang's whole body was soaked with the cool river water, and his small eyes also showed deep pain. didn't go to the temple to report to Ye Hao like last time, because the guy also felt that Hera was not saved.

After screaming a few times, Rhubarb also stopped, as if he was afraid of disturbing the owner, who would die at any moment.

The sound of gurgling water is particularly pleasant.

The middle-aged master threw away the medicine bottle in his hand, covered his face in pain, and slowly squatted down.

The atmosphere of despair spread in all directions in the air, accumulating thicker and thicker, and the people were suffocated. Because thinking of the price that may be paid next, everyone has a kind of depression and unwillingness that cannot be vented, if they die in the killing of the enemy, it will be fine, but if they are executed like this, no one will be willing.

Because everything happened so suddenly, all the masters of the Long family were so distracted that they didn't notice that on the other side of the river, an old scholar with white hair and wearing a long robe was quietly watching them with a book in one hand and a crutch in the other.

The white-haired scholar had been standing on the other side for a long time.

From the moment Hera walked into the bamboo forest, he put down the scroll in his hand and looked at her quietly.

He watched her sit on the bluestone slab by the river, watched her raise the big axe in her hand, watched the blood stain the clothes on her chest, and watched her fall into the river.

At that time, the old scholar stood up from the bamboo chair, but as soon as he took two steps, he saw the sudden appearance of the master of the Long family, and stopped again.

Now, he's starting to move again.

He didn't walk fast, and every step seemed a little difficult, but his steps were steady, not slow, and he quickly got on a single-plank bridge across the riverbank, and then came behind the middle-aged master of the Long family.

"Why don't you save people?"

The old scholar's voice rang out.

When he crossed the bridge, he had already attracted the attention of several masters of the Long family, and they didn't stop because everyone felt that this was just an ordinary old man, and some people recognized him as the teacher who had lived in the depths of this bamboo forest for more than ten years.

"It's hopeless. ”

The middle-aged master of the Long family who was squatting on the ground turned his head and glanced at the old scholar, and said weakly.

There is a clear distinction between cultivators and ordinary people, but it does not mean that the master cultivator will always show people with that kind of lofty posture, the real master not only cultivates profoundly, but also cultivates far beyond ordinary people, only in this way can people be respected, not simply feared.

"If a person is not dead, he will not be saved, is it too early to say. ”

The old scholar said unhurriedly.

"Do you have a solution?"

The middle-aged master of the Long family stood up with a shout, and his desperate eyes suddenly lit up. Anyang City has gathered the largest number of cultivators in the human race, but anyone with a little brain will not judge without knowing the identity of the other party. The middle-aged cultivator was able to become the leader of the dozen or so guards who protected Hera, and naturally he had his wisdom and excellence.

The old scholar smiled faintly: "If you all have no ideas, you can try." ”

The middle-aged master of the Long family responded without thinking about it: "Thank you seniors, as long as you can save Miss Hera, my Long family will be grateful." ”

The old scholar's eyelids twitched slightly: "Oh, you are from the Lingnan Long family?"

"Exactly, junior Long Tielan, dare to ask the old man's name?"

"Half of the old bones buried in the soil, okay, okay, carry this female doll and follow me. ”