Her body reacted faster than the thought in her head, and the moment she knelt on the ground, the dagger in her hand had already stabbed backwards.

However, with a stab in the air, her arm was grabbed and twisted in reverse, and in an instant, her entire shoulder and elbow joint was removed.

Ah Ting snorted, looking back to see who was coming, but a foot stepped heavily on her waist.

The side face is in close contact with the earth, and it is directly stepped on and deformed.

At this moment, it was as if she had been crushed into the mud.

"Where is Murong Qi?"

A cold female voice came from overhead.

Ah Ting didn't say anything, and his mind turned back and forth, all of which were thinking of a way to get out.

Seeming to be impatient because she didn't wait for an answer, the woman behind her let out a soft "tsk" and stepped on the crook of Ah Ting's knee again.

As if a thousand pounds of boulders fell down, only to hear the sound of "click", Ah Ting's face turned pale in pain, guessing that the other party was just this kick, and her kneecap was broken.

The woman kicked her aside and said, "Hold her up." ”

A few footsteps sounded, and Ah Ting was twisted and put up, and only then did he see the person clearly.

It was a woman who looked five points similar to Murong Qi, she looked no more than two years older than her, wearing a white dress with exquisite embroidery, which made people see at a glance that her family background was not bad, and there was an electric flash between her five fingers, this was a cultivator, and Murong Qi's kind of cultivator who embroidered his legs with fists and fists, and would only use spiritual power to cover the sword as a flower shelf.

"Young Master!"

At this moment, an exclamation sounded.

"Miss, the young master is here."

The woman hurried over.

Ah Ting looked straight over there, only to see that the look on the face of the woman in white was very worried, but there was no sadness, and the next moment, I saw her reach out and grope in Murong Qi's clothes for a while, then took out a small white porcelain bottle, poured out a round pill from it and fed it to Murong Qi's mouth.

Murong Qi didn't wake up, but his pale face became rosy at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Ah Ting's pupils shrank, and there was an unconcealable shock and gloom in his dark red eyes.

That elixir can bring people back from the dead?

After handing over Murong Qi to the guards, the woman in white walked over again, the lightning flashed in her hand, and her eyes were full of murderous intent.

A layer of fine sweat appeared on Ah Ting's anxious forehead, and the situation in front of her made her unable to think of any way to get out.

"Hmm......" At this moment, Murong Qi, who was being carried by the guards, woke up.

Ah Ting's eyes were split, he never expected that the person he had worked so hard to kill would come back to life in just such a short time.

"Murong Zhao......" he cried weakly.

The woman withdrew her hand and turned her head to look over.

"Don't let her die like this, leave me to clean up." He said through gritted teeth.

Although the voice is weak, the ruthlessness in it can be seen.

The woman's eyes flashed, as if she had thought of something, she looked at Ah Ting, the killing intent in her eyes dissipated, replaced by a subtle sympathy, as if she had foreseen Ah Ting's worse end than death.

She picked up the dagger that Ardin had dropped to the ground, walked over to him, and aimed it at her left wrist with a clean slash.

Suddenly, the flesh wrapped around the wrist was cut along with the white cloth, and a crescent mark mixed with blood appeared in everyone's field of vision.

"No wonder, it turned out to be a slave." Murong Zhao said softly.

"Take it back and put it in a water prison."