The night seemed uneventful, the little monk had already fallen asleep, and the old Taoist priest lit a bonfire in the small courtyard, and in the light of the fire, the young man's face gradually began to struggle from calm.

The old Taoist priest sat in the corner and watched all this quietly, smiling silently, and then stretched out his hand to cover the long cloth in the Taoist temple and fell asleep peacefully.

"Brother Yan, I grew up with you, you have a hard time, right, Brother Yan"

The blood overflowing from the corner of Jiang Jiusi's mouth seemed to be in disbelief all this, she wanted to ask the reason, but the pain from her body made her little face become more and more pale, and finally, in her eyes, the heavens and the earth began to spin, so she could only rely on the last bit of strength to pull Chen Yan's trouser leg and fall asleep.

"Chen Yan, you should be damned, ah!"

Zuo Han roared with a hideous face, only to see a sword piercing through his waist, blood gushing in his mouth.

"Team Chen, is it okay to let me go, I still have a family, is it okay to let me go, okay?"

I saw that the land lord changed his usual unruly appearance and began to wag his tail and beg for mercy, his eyes were full of begging.

Except for Jiang Jiusi, everyone else seemed to have died very miserably, and the expedition ended here, and no one was spared that night, even if it was a childhood sweetheart or a teammate who fought side by side, they were all buried under the young man's sword without accident.

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