This impatience and fear, after a short cry from Xiaomi, reached its peak.

Mu Yunhan was mentally prepared.

She took Miss Mei's hand, learned from Gu Fenglin, and told Miss Mei one by one: "I'll go out later, you hide here and don't come out." ”

With each stroke, the same position in her palm was like a feather gently caressing, which was the tenderness that Gu Fenglin left in her palm.

Mu Yunhan's eyes were a little moist.

At this moment, what she thought of was not that she regretted not being able to kill the dog man and woman, but that she regretted not being able to go to the end with Gu Fenglin.

There was a "pop" sound, and someone fell to the ground again.

Mu Yunhan's knees were wet, she reached out and touched it, it was hot and sticky, and a strong fishy smell came to her nose.

It's human blood.

Miss Mei also touched it, and let out a whimper uncontrollably.

In the next moment, the whole bed was lifted.

The light of the fire fold flickered, and someone chuckled: "Yo, it's quite bold." ”

Immediately after, he formed claws with both hands and grabbed Mu Yunhan with a thunderbolt momentum!

Millet screamed and swooped down with a scimitar, but was tightly entangled.

Mu Yunhan pressed down the crossbow with his arm hard, and the twelve consecutive steel balls shot out, turning the chest of the future into a sieve.

In the darkness, she felt a body panting bloody hot air coming toward her.

And she didn't even have a place to hide.

It's okay, it's okay to bump into it and push it away.

It's just a dead person, and it's not scary.

She closed her eyes, ready for the bloody hug.

But no.

A cold wind swept in the face, carrying the cold smell of the storm and the faint smell of grass and trees.

She was carried by the collar and left the bloody land like a cloud.

"Young Master." She exhaled softly, then denied it again, and asked tentatively, "Is it the landlord?" ”

This familiar fragrance of plants and trees, she gave it to the owner of Huanhua Mansion first and then to Gu Fenglin.

And the owner of Huanhua Mansion is a master, but Gu Fenglin doesn't know martial arts.

"Hmm." The cold and lonely word is indeed the voice of the owner of the Huanhua Building.

"My companion......" she begged him, hoping that he would be able to save Millet and Miss Mei and the others.

But the owner of the Huanhua Mansion ignored her, only wrapped her in his oil coat with her head and face, and jumped onto a big tree with her.

The stuffy oil coat was finally taken away, and Mu Yunhan found that the rain had stopped.

And she was tightly hugged in the crook of her arm by the owner of Huanhua Mansion, standing on a branch that swayed in the wind.

Mu Yunhan intuitively felt that his legs were weak, but he felt that it was really inappropriate to be hugged by such a strange man.

She gave him an embarrassed push on his hand: "I ......"

The owner of the Huanhua Mansion was silent and quickly let go.

She immediately grabbed him tightly and wanted to cry: "I can't stand ......"

The owner of the Huanhua Mansion politely helped her, and she was no longer as uncomfortable as before.

Mu Yunhan breathed a sigh of relief.

The torches suddenly lit up.

"Dare to be a thief, dare to assassinate the master! Kill them! A bounty of 10 taels for a head! ”

An arrogant voice of Qingyue suddenly sounded, the courtyard door was wide open, and Meng Jia was on a horse, surrounded by a group of high-ranking slaves, and he was still carrying a long knife in his hand.

"Why is he here?" Mu Yunhan asked in a low voice, but his heart was much more steady.

With Meng Jia here, Jin Fan and they won't be in a big problem, of course, if they are still alive at the moment.

Thinking like this, she became sad again.