Get lost! Han Xin raised his chin, his eyes extremely cold. The silver spear in his hand emitted a murderous aura that was cold to the marrow.

Han Xin knew very well what he was going to do, and killing Li Bai was not what he wanted to do right now.

Yao once said that the Eastern God wanted to use Li Bai to enter the Cloud Breaking Palace, and Li Bai's life still needed to be saved. As for how to open the Cloud Breaking Palace, it's not something he should take care of. Even if it is a headache, it should be Yun Zhongjun who has a headache. He just needs to do what Toshin has to say.

"Huh? What did you say? Sima Yi's eyes were stunned and angry.

He didn't expect Han Xin to reject him in such an insulting way, how could he say that he was also an envoy beside the Demon Lord, how could he be so wild about him?

"Don't touch my people." Han Xin said in a cold voice.

"Dongshen has other arrangements for Fox King, if I find your sneaky figure again, I will kill you." Han Xin's cold eyes showed extremely strong killing intent.

The aura behind him suddenly became solemn, and a small white dragon with a glimmer of light wrapped around Han Xin's body, and a silver armor appeared on Han Xin's body.

The edge of the armor was cold and sharp, full of a sense of oppression, which was a manifestation of Han Xin's entry into a fighting state.

"Good, but I'm going to tell you, no one can stop what I'm going to do!" Sima Yi's voice just fell.

He reached out and quickly rushed into the ink cloud and pulled out a huge black scythe. Immediately after the next dodge, he rushed under the eaves as quickly as possible. It seems that he intends to forcibly rush into the room and take Li Bai's life!

Shout! The silver spear flashed, and a spear flew out at a very fast speed that the eyes could not see clearly, and with a bang, the black giant scythe in Sima Yi's hand was shot down, and it was fiercely blocked on the ground.

Almost in the next second, Han Xin had already rushed forward and landed in front of Sima Yi, his left hand tightly strangled Sima Yi's neck, and raised his hand to lift Sima Yi's whole person.

Sima Yi grabbed Han Xin's wrist with both hands, and seemed to be very uncomfortable. Sima Yi's feet had already left the ground, and the feeling of suffocation came over his head.

"How dare you do this to me!" Sima Yi's face almost turned red because of the lack of oxygen, and he gritted his teeth and roared angrily.

"Hmph, the Demon Lord's envoys are just demigods, and you should be afraid of the gods." Han Xin's cold face was full of murderous aura.

His eyes were dark and dark, and he was so frightened that he felt terrified. This is the suppression of the breath of the gods, and it is an extremely terrifying power.

After Sima Yi felt this extremely strong force, his originally angry face became panicked, and then the uncontrollable fear and fear in his eyes surged in Sima Yi's heart. What a terrifying power, no, he and Han Xin are not on the same level of cultivation!

"Let me go." Sima Yi almost gritted his teeth and said this sentence that made him feel extremely humiliated.

Sima Yi had never begged for mercy like anyone, but he was afraid that Han Xin would really kill him in anger at the moment. Sima Yi clearly knew that he had to live, and he had more things to do.

Han Xin had a cold face and did not make a sound, but the strength of the palm of his left hand increased slightly.

There were faint red pinching marks on Sima Yi's throat, and the discomfort of suffocation made Sima Yi's eyes black, and his feet could only push and struggle weakly.

"For Dongshen's sake, he won't want to see chaos in Chang'an." Sima Yi gritted his teeth, and it was almost his last breath before he struggled to squeeze these words out of his throat.

Han Xin frowned and let go of his hand in disgust.

"Get out." Han Xin said coldly, his silver armor was extremely cold in the moonlight.

Han Xin didn't want to kill Sima Yi in the first place, but he wanted Sima Yi to have enough fear and awe of him, so that he would be in peace in the future and not dare to come to his territory to make trouble. At least it will make Sima Yi dispel the idea of using Li Bai's blood sacrifice.

After Han Xin let go, Sima Yi fell heavily to the ground, falling to the dust.

Sima Yi's eyes flashed with hatred and hatred, and the corners of his mouth twitched even more. All that he has suffered today will be paid tenfold in the coming day! After Sima Yi got up from the ground, his face was cold, and his figure escaped into the air.

After Han Xin saw Sima Yi's figure dissipate, he almost subconsciously glanced at the room where Li Bai was sleeping. He didn't know why he was like this. Han Xin raised his hand and waved, the silver armor on his body disappeared, and the cold spear was also put away.

He just stood silently, his long snow-white hair tied up high behind him, like every lonely night he'd spent for thousands of years. He is always in a daze, and he will be concentrating, and he doesn't even know what he is for.

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In the room,

Li Bai still slept soundly, his handsome eyebrows moved slightly, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a vague smile.

Dream, another new dream.

In the wooden room, there is a simple bed, and the evening sun shines through the wooden window, and the sunset shines on the simple bed. The yellowish light, warm, warm and quiet.

Li Bai lay on the bed, as if he had been asleep for a long time. He opened his eyes in a daze, only to feel a sharp pain in his ribs. Li Bai couldn't help frowning, and the next second he felt that his palm was cold and swishing. Something seems to be touching his hand?

Li Bai tilted his head sideways with difficulty and looked at his hand. And he saw another man, holding his hand in the palm of his hand, with his wide palm. And the other hand of that person was still holding a wet towel and wiping it carefully in the palm of his hand.

Li Bai couldn't see that person's face clearly. I only saw that the person lowered his head, wiping his palms very carefully, again and again. The man's long snow-white hair was scattered over his shoulders like that, and the yellowish sunset outside the window shone on the snow-white long hair, which made the person look much softer.

"Hiss..." There was a sharp pain in the ribs, Li Bai closed his eyes in pain, and couldn't help but snort.

"Are you awake?" The man's deep voice sounded gentle.

"How long have I been sleeping?" Li Bai frowned and asked casually, at this time he didn't even want to open his eyes. As he became conscious, he began to slowly feel some pain coming from all over his body. If it weren't for the fact that he was too weak now, Li Bai would definitely be so angry that he would scold.

"You woke up last night. Don't remember? The man's voice was slightly hoarse, and he seemed a little tired.

"Hmm... I have a headache, and I really don't have an impression. Li Bai almost subconsciously raised his hand and patted his aching and faint head hard.

"That yesterday . . . We..? The man slurred, as if he wanted to ask something.

"What? I don't remember. Li Bai only felt that he must have been seriously injured, no matter how much it hurts, it hurts when he moves.