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"Then you ......" Qiao Jin's eyebrows frowned.

The wounds on Long Yunzhan's body were no less than him.

Worse, more serious than his injuries.

Otherwise, the disciples of the Imperial Palace just now would not have forcibly dragged the two of them away from the battlefield, signaling that they only needed to be responsible for transferring the brothers outside the old mansion.

"I'm fine." Long Yunzhan shook his head, "I'm measured." ”

With that, he turned straight away, holding the blue sword, and headed towards the battlefield in front of him.

Qiao Jin stared at Long Yunzhan in the dark forces, struggling to kill.

Gradually, the fists clenched.

He pursed his lips and glanced in the direction of Yan Xiaoyi's courtyard.

The emotions on his face were unchanging, as if he was hesitating in his heart.

After a while, Qiao Jin finally took a deep breath, clenched the money dart, took a step, and walked in the direction of the battlefield.

"Boy, you better go and transfer those injured children, here, just leave it to me and the old doctor."

The thief came from behind and pressed Qiao Jin's shoulder.

Qiao Jin was stunned, and turned his head to look at the two people behind him: "Thief Saint, Ghost Doctor, you ......"

Didn't they leave?

"Alright, stop talking nonsense!" The ghost doctor furrowed his brow impatiently.

He turned and entered the battlefield.

The thief saint patted Qiao Jin on the shoulder, and immediately caught up with the ghost doctor's footsteps.

The addition of the thief saint and the ghost doctor made the battle situation suddenly suppressed in a balanced manner.

Seeing that the battle situation had taken advantage, Ye Qingqian commanded the black-robed man who was still alive to attack, Qiao Jin did not continue to entangle, and walked towards Yan Xiaoyi's courtyard.

This old mansion was bought by Yan Xiaoyi.

Remove the students of the Demon Class and Zhao Bo and others.

He, Ye Qingluo, Long Yunzhan and others all have their own independent courtyards.

Yan Xiaoyi's courtyard is in the direction of the corner of the backyard.

Qiao Jin walked quickly to Yan Xiaoyi's courtyard, and the expression on his face suddenly changed.

was originally in a complicated mood, and was still thinking about how to face the embarrassment and ambiguity between the two not long ago when she saw Yan Xiaoyi.

At this time, a strong sense of unease and trepidation emerged.

"Xiaoyi!"

Qiao Jin's voice was hoarse and trembling.

Ignoring the sharp pain from the wound on his body, he quickly ran in the direction of Yan Xiaoyi's bedroom.

The door of Yan Xiaoyi's bedroom was wide open, and blood came out of the ground.

Inside, you can clearly hear a very noisy sound.

The people of the dark forces......

They even sent people to search for people in independent courtyards!

Xiaoyi!

His Xiaoyi!

Qiao Jin's eyes were red, and the money leopard pinched by his fingers cut through his skin, and he didn't care about it.

And, after rushing into the bedroom.

The blood on Qiao Jin's face was suddenly lost.

My mind went blank, as if something had exploded in my mind.

In the bedroom, there were five black-robed men.

There were two people lying on the ground.

Blood spread from the two men's bodies.

As far as Xiaoyi is concerned, the bandages all over her body have long been scattered.

She stood in the corner, holding a scythe that shone blue like a crescent moon in her hand.

Such a petite man, covered in blood.

A green thread like seaweed, stuck into a ball of cold sweat, sticks to the cheeks.

She gasped for air, her back against the wall, her body wobbling and unsteady on her feet.

But he was still stubborn and didn't let himself fall.

"Xiaoyi......" Qiao Jin's trembling voice shouted Yan Xiaoyi's name.

The red eyes were once again shrouded in the blood on Yan Xiaoyi's body.

The red of the demon is spreading little by little.

His heart ached.

Murderous aura burst out.

"The dragon's reverse scales, touch it and die!" The money leopard in Qiao Jin's hand attacked the five black-robed people who were still standing.