Ye Mushen's face was frighteningly pale, even a little transparent.

His expression was equally calm, with long eyelashes stained with crushed snow foam.

If they hadn't seen the large patch of red snow on his body, everyone would have thought he was just asleep.

Tianqiu looked at him, and then looked back at Ling Shang.

I always felt that something was wrong.

Heavenly Qiu knew that Ling Shang was injured, but even so, there were few people who could kill him.

Not to mention that there is no trace of a fight in these four times.

Of course, the most confusing thing was Ling Shang's expression.

That smile was like a relieved smile, and Tianqiu knew how luxurious it was for his humble master.

Yanagi is obviously not in a good state at this time.

He never imagined that he would be able to see Ling Shang again.

What I didn't expect was that on the day of goodbye, this benefactor had died.

What shocked him the most was the runes on Ling Shang's body.

He adjusted his internal breath slightly, and he also came to Ye Mushen's side.

After recognizing his appearance, the sword in Yanagi's hand also fell to the ground.

If Ling Shang is his life-saving benefactor and reborn parents, then Ye Mu Shen can be regarded as a noble person who sends charcoal to him.

Yanagi felt indescribably depressed and depressed.

The impression of Ye Mu ginseng was once so high-spirited and free-spirited.

Why has it only been a few years since a green hair turned into gray hair?

Tianqiu sensed the aura behind him, raised his head to look at Liu Shengyi, and asked, "Hmm...... You don't recognize Uncle Xiao too, do you? ”

Liu Sheng sighed in disgust, "In the past, when I was at the end of my life, Little Brother Yixuan spared no effort to help me. ”

Liu Sheng glanced at him faintly, and Tie Qing blushed his face to remove the snow from Ye Mu Shen's body.

Everyone could see that Ye Mu Shen's body was so pale that it had reached a weird point, and there was no blood.

It was as if his blood had been sucked dry by something.

Liu Sheng stared at the falling night for a long time, and asked Tianqiu in a deep voice, "Can you take out this dagger without touching it?" ”

Tian Qiu licked his lips, "No problem. ”

The dagger seemed to be tightly absorbed by Ye Mushen's body.

The moment he broke out of his wound, there was even a sonic boom that made people's hearts palpitate.

The pitch-black dagger that emitted a dark red mist fell on the snow, and it was extremely eerie.

The night clan has been cultivated for hundreds of years, and this dagger has also been cultivated for hundreds of years.

Liu Shengming wanted to pick up the dagger, but was preempted by Tianqiu.

If the palm comes out, the sleeve wind rolls up, and the dagger enters the bosom.

"Amitabha. The bodies and relics of the master and the little uncle, the little monk will settle down. Don't bother with Lord Yanagi. ”

Liu Sheng's eyes lit up, obviously with murderous intent.

At this time, Liu Shengyan also held the Yuxue Sword and stood beside Tianqiu.

The sword is slightly unsheathed, and the position is divided.

Liu Sheng Ming reluctantly restrained the evil qi on his body and left angrily.

From beginning to end, he never stopped at Ling Shang's corpse.

After waiting for so long and doing so much for Ling Shang, he completely lost him at such a juncture......

He was unwilling.

Tianqiu held the dagger and looked at it, but he couldn't see any clues.

The birth of the fallen night is a legend.

For hundreds of years, the falling night has been stained with the blood of the royal family.

The sword has a sword spirit, and this dagger, of course, also has its own instrument spirit.

Its owner should have been the night Mujing who was far away in Western Xia.

Tianqiu didn't know very well, how it ended up in the hands of Ye Mushen.

Now it's time for it to be returned to its rightful owner.