Su Wan came to the door of Leng Xue'er's room with porridge, she knocked on the door a few times, and the door quickly opened.

"Leng girl, is your wind chill better? I'll bring you a bowl of porridge, and you drink it while it's hot. ”

Leng Xue'er coughed a few times; "I slept and I felt so much better."

Leng Xue'er took the rice porridge in Su Wan's hand; "Thank you, Princess Night, for your concern."

Su Wan glanced into the room out of the corner of his eyes, the door was not open, Leng Xue'er's body blocked the room, and Su Wan didn't see the situation in the room.

Su Wan said with a smile; "Miss Leng, you have a good rest."

The words fell, and Su Wan turned around and left.

Back in the hall, Su Wan felt that the atmosphere was a little wrong.

Su Wan walked to Chu Mohan's side and said; "It depends on the situation, you two are opposed to going to the Taishou Mansion to eat and drink."

Su Wan pointed to the night scene, and then pointed to Bi Xiaoyao.

The two nodded at her.

Su Wan thought that since they were unwilling, she would not force them, this matter was indeed very dangerous.

As night fell, the city of ink was even quieter tonight.

A white figure jumped down from a window of the inn where Su Wan and the others lived, and fell lightly to the ground.

Then he jumped on the roof with a light posture.

The white shadow quickly shuttled between the roofs, and the white shadow in the night was so obvious that no one noticed it.

Inside a small roll, a trembling man walks down the street.

The white figure suddenly stopped, jumped from the high roof, and landed lightly in front of the man who walked tremblingly.

Looking closely at the man, there was not a trace of blood on his pale face, a pair of eyes glowing red, two fang-like teeth, exposed outside his mouth, and a whining roar came out of his mouth.

It doesn't look like a human at all, it's more like a demon coming out of hell.

Leng Xue'er looked at the man in front of him coldly, no one is a ghost.

"Where are you going?"

All she answered was a murmur from the bottom.

Leng Xue'er raised her eyebrows, she knew in her heart that no matter what she said, the people in front of her would not understand.

Leng Xue'er kicked the man in the chest,

The man took Leng Xue'er's foot firmly, and the expression on his face did not change at all.

Leng Xue'er twisted her eyebrows, and she really resisted beating.

A few more punches fell, but the man didn't dodge, just like before, Leng Xue'er's fist seemed to hit the cotton, and the man didn't react at all.

A thin layer of sweat broke out of Leng Xue'er's forehead.

She took a few quick steps back, closing the distance between them.

Her hand rested on the hilt of her sword, and she was about to pull it out of its scabbard.

In the end, Leng Xue'er did not pull the sword out of the scabbard, and the man in front of him, no matter how he looked at it, also felt that he was not a human, but more like a demon who came out of hell.

Leng Xue'er knew that this person was not a ghost, but a person.

I don't know when, the man had an extra wooden stick in his hand, with an arm as thick, and the man raised the wooden stick and waved it towards Leng Xue'er.

When Leng Xue'er reacted, the wooden stick as thick as an arm was close at hand.

Leng Xue'er knew that it was too close, and she couldn't dodge, so she could only take this stick.

She folded her arms and struck her with a stick.

The strength was so great that Leng Xue'er took a few steps back before she stabilized herself.

In an instant, her upper body was numb.

There was a sharp pain in her arm, and her tears were about to come out.

She could feel that the bone in her left arm should be cracked, but nothing else was too much of a problem.

Leng Xue'er knew that she was not the opponent of the man in front of her, but she didn't draw her sword.

The man raised the wooden stick in his hand again and hit Leng Xue'er.

This time, Leng Xue'er had already taken precautions and easily dodged it.

The man destroyed the sticks several times and failed.

The man was a little angry, and his mouth made a louder noise.

Leng Xue'er heard the sound that sounded like from hell, and her scalp was numb.

She knew in her heart that she was no match for the man in front of her, but she couldn't just sit idly by.

The man, who was originally moving slowly, suddenly became very agile, and Leng Xue'er was hit two or three times by a wooden stick thick in his arm.

Leng Xue'er felt that the rust in her mouth was getting stronger and stronger, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

The man raised the wooden stick in his hand and quickly appeared in front of Leng Xue'er, and the wooden stick in his hand hit Leng Xue'er's head.

Just when the stick was still a foot away from Leng Xue'er's head, the man's body flew out like a puppet with a broken string.

It landed heavily on the ground more than two meters away from Leng Xue'er.

"Are you alright?" Su Wan helped Leng Xue'er on the ground up and helped her to the side.

Leng Xue'er looked at the two who suddenly appeared and didn't react for a while.

Chu Mohan was dressed in black, and the darkness of the night blended together, and a cold aura emanated from his body.

Leng Xue'er looked at Su Wan and said, "I'm fine, you guys...... Ahem...... Ahem......"

Leng Xue'er didn't finish her words, and spit out another mouthful of blood.

"Don't talk yet."

Su Wan simply checked Leng Xue'er's injuries, except for the injuries on his arms, which were more serious, the injuries in other places were not serious.

The external injuries were not serious, but Leng Xue'er's internal injuries were very serious.

Leng Xue'er's face turned pale.

Su Wan took out a small medicine bottle from his arms and poured out a golden pill from the small medicine bottle.

"Miss Leng took this pill."

Su Wan looked at the two people who were fighting at the moment, and said to Leng Xue'er; "Don't worry, Chu Mohan won't hurt him."

In fact, from the moment Leng Xue'er left the inn, she and Chu Mohan quietly followed her.

Su Wan could see that Leng Xue'er didn't want to hurt the man.

Although the man's strength was very great, he was not Chu Mohan's opponent at all, and after a while, the man was tied up by Chu Mohan with a thick hemp rope.

"The man has been caught, what should I do with him next?" Chu Mohan looked at Leng Xue'er and asked.

Leng Xue'er looked at the man who was tied up by Chu Mohan, her face was embarrassed, and she didn't know what to do with him.

At this time, the man who was tied up by Chu Mohan and Wuhua actually broke away from the rope vigorously, and before everyone could react, the man jumped on the roof and jumped on another roof with a light body.

Su Wan was about to chase after him, but was stopped by Chu Mohan.

"Wan'er, don't chase him, he has a lot of strength, you are not his opponent."

Su Wan knew that he was not the man's opponent, so he gave up the idea of catching up.

Su Wan looked at the rope that was broken away, and Su Wan was a little surprised; "I didn't expect his strength to be so great, such a thick rope, he broke free so easily."

Chu Mohan's dark eyes looked at the direction the man left just now, and after a while, Chu Mohan withdrew his gaze; "Let's go back to the inn first."

Su Wan nodded.

Leng Xue'er was not lightly injured and couldn't walk on her own.

Su Wan looked at Chu Mo Han and said; "You carry Miss Leng on your back, let's go back quickly."

Chu Mohan didn't twist either, picked up Leng Xue'er on his back, and walked in the direction of the inn.