Ying Long was carrying Mai Lang as if he were carrying a chick, his palm was supporting his back, and the thin dragon qi continued to pour into Mai Lang's body.

Mai Lang was moistened by this dragon qi and quieted a little, and his face became ruddy, but his whole body hung weakly, and he lay on the bed and fell asleep.

Ying Long didn't dare to slack off, he stayed by the bedside all night and refused to leave, Mai Lang was dreaming all night, or those "Zi said", "Zeng Zi said", "Zhihu also" or something, all became hypnotic tunes into Ying Long's ears, and Ying Long fell asleep unconsciously.

When Ying Long woke up, Mai Lang was still asleep, his hair had only turned silver white overnight, scattered on the bed like a waterfall, and his face was also set off by this white hair Serene and handsome, he lay quietly, even the dream was very occasional, only a uniform and low snort was left in the room, Ying Long's eyelids had been trembling, and his chest was getting more and more stuffy.

After Mai Lang's mother went to do the laundry, why didn't she come back all night?

He closed the door of the house and ran out of the yard, asking questions all the way, and finally came to the small river where he was washing clothes, and the aquatic plants and rocks on the bank were intertwined, and a river was flowing coldly, and the laundry tub and the laundry hammer fell alone on the bank of the river, Ying Long panicked, but he still had a trace of luck, maybe—maybe not? He walked slowly, and saw his own and Mai Lang's clothes in the laundry tub.

Ying Long knelt down with his head in his arms, and then shouted loudly: "Auntie, auntie, where are you?"

The sound floated far away, and the river grew colder and colder in the desolate cry.

Ying Long squatted on the shore, he thought about it over and over again, and remembered the words of the white-faced ghost in his ears:

"Boy, do you know chess? Do you know what chess is? You delay my good deeds, and you will have a good time in the future!

Ying Long understood, he was out of anger, this anger is speechless, there is no need for a cry or a shout to express, he walked with a sonorous force, his hand was close to the hilt of the serrated sword, he wanted to find a person wearing a white-faced ghost mask, and then stab him a few times!

Along the way, he heard the discussion of the people of Ling Qi City, exactly the same as Mai Lang thought, the "big hand" chess tournament that was only opened in ten years will be held tomorrow, and the winner is the new generation of chess saints after Ling Hai chess saint - Showa chess saint!

Ying Long wants to bring this news back, he wants to let Mai Lang win, Mai Lang also has the strength to win, his steps will be faster, three steps and two steps, three steps and one step-

Not far from his house, he saw that the courtyard enclosed by the low fence was full of white-robed figures, holding daggers in their hands, and wearing the masks of white-faced ghosts.

Ying Long shouted: "Okay, I didn't look for you, but you came to the door!"

The group of white-faced ghosts became restless, some of them blocked in front of Ying Long, and some of them rushed into the house to kill Mai Lang, where was Ying Long willing to let in, the sawtooth sword was shining yellow, hanging upside down on his eyebrows, and shouted:

"Dragon Emperor Hundred Paths • Illusion - 30,000 Swords!"

The sawtooth sword burst into the sky, and a layer of silver swirled in the sky, and then thousands of sharp swords swept through like a rainstorm, only to hear a terrible scream, and the masks of those white-faced ghosts were stained with blood, and one by one they slipped down from the corpses.

Ying Long rushed into the courtyard in one breath, stabbed several white-faced ghosts in front of the house, and then threw them out of the house one by one, Mai Lang was still lying on the bed, and the last white-faced ghost held a dagger, his eyes looked at Ying Long first, and then stared at Mai Lang on the bed, and after laughing a few times, he raised his hand suddenly!

"Wangwang!

A black shadow rushed in from the door, Rhubarb bit the white-faced ghost's hand, and bent his whole body, Ying Long took advantage of his distraction, and his hand raised the knife, and he unloaded his arm holding the dagger, and the white-faced ghost pressed the wound, and the blood from the wound was like a spring, spraying on the bed, on the wall and on Mai Lang's body, he pressed the wound forcefully, and then threw down the mask angrily, his eyes were like a hungry wolf, he shouted:

"I'm a white-faced ghost!"

Ying Long was shocked: "Are you the coachman who sent us back?"

The white-faced ghost gritted his teeth, his forehead was drenched in cold sweat, his lips were bloody, and he shouted, "I'm the white-faced ghost! I am—I'm the white-faced ghost!" and then he fell down like a mountain, leaning his head on the side of the bed, staring at the door with his eyes scattered, and muttering, "I can't kill it, you believe me, I'm the white-faced ghost!"

Rhubarb bit Ying Long's trouser leg and dragged him out of the house, Ying Long didn't know where it was going to take him?

"Dragon Emperor Baidao Jiao - Dragon Emperor Jiuxiao!"

A golden cloud rose from under Ying Long's feet, he pulled the rhubarb up, and then pinched his hand and galloped out.

Rhubarb leaned on the front of the white clouds, his eyes kept staring into the distance, and when he encountered a fork, he put his nose into the wind and sniffed hard, and then barked at an intersection firmly, Ying Long understood, and drove the golden cloud in that direction.

ran out of Lingqi City like this, Rhubarb jumped down, buried his head very alertly, crawled over a small hill, there was a ruined temple in the distance, and there were two big men standing in front of the door of the ruined temple.

Ying Long asked, "Mai Lang's mother is inside, right?"

Rhubarb nodded, and then rushed out, barking wildly at the two men, who looked at each other and shouted:

"Where did the wild dogs come from?"

Taking advantage of their distraction, Rhubarb took the opportunity to run over and bite a man, who got angry and picked up a few stones and threw them over, and then was led away by Rhubarb.

Ying Long set Mai Lang up, then bowed down, took advantage of the noise just now to jump onto the roof of the broken temple, lifted a tile, and opened his eyes to look.

Mai Mu was tied to a wooden post, with a ball of cloth stuffed in her mouth, her head tilted to the side, and several strong men stood around.

Ying Long had a number in his heart, and jumped down from the roof, and in a cloud of dust, the group of strong men were a little confused about the situation, and they didn't know whether someone had attacked or that the dilapidated temple had fallen into disrepair and collapsed, and when the dust and mist dissipated, he heard a low groan:

"Dragon Emperor Hundred Paths • Illusion - Realm of Dying!"

Then they froze in place one by one, and the man outside the house heard the noise and was about to open the temple door, but was stabbed to death by the serrated sword that pierced the temple door.

Ying Long untied Mai's mother, picked her up and ran, her body was very light, it seemed to have no weight, Ying Long said to himself:

"Auntie, it's okay, Auntie, it's okay!"

Mai Mu was urged to wake up by this sentence of "It's okay", she smiled weakly, and said, "I'm just- I knew that you would come to save me!"