It is no exaggeration to say that it is isolated from the rest of the world in the midst of a holy island. A small ≥ says <<≦.

At this time, the Holy Island was not as relaxed as it was on weekdays, and the people of the Holy Sect on the island all had serious faces, obviously having extremely serious concerns.

The manor in the center of the Holy Island was under martial law at this time, and countless members of the Holy Cult patrolled the manor, not allowing anyone to enter or leave the manor.

Xiang Xu's complicated expression stood at the door of a room in the manor.

"Uncle Ho, do you think my father will survive this?" Xiang Xu's brows furrowed tightly.

He Bo, who was standing next to her, sighed, and said, "The Holy Lord can't stand it, we haven't been ready, if the Holy Lord suddenly leaves, we can't control so many people below." ”

Xiang Zhu nodded slightly.

At noon today, the Holy Lord's health suddenly deteriorated, and he had been rescued until now, and after ten hours, the doctors kept going in and out of the room, and their faces were stern.

And at the gate of the manor, a strange guest came.

Wan Heyu showed a sad look on his face, and led a large number of henchmen to the gate of the manor, with hundreds of people.

At this time, the manor was under martial law and no one was allowed to enter.

"Vice Sect Master, what do you mean by that?" A Holy Sect Protector who was loyal to the Holy Lord stopped Wan Heyu at the door and said, "The Holy Lord is unwell and will not see any guests today. ”

Wan Heyu said with a sad face: "I have been in a relationship with the Holy Lord for decades, and today my brother is not in good health, is it difficult for me to come?" ”

Speaking of this, Wan Heyu's face sank: "Or do you have other intentions?" Deliberately stopped me at the door. ”

"Brother Wan, don't blame him, this is the order given by the Holy Lord before he fainted, no one is allowed to enter the manor."

He Bo walked out of the manor, and Heyu took so many people with him, and asked, "Brother Wan, what are you doing with so many people?" ”

Wan Heyu said: "Today, my brother's health is dying, I am afraid that someone will take advantage of the danger and bring my people to protect my brother in person." ”

Speaking of this, Wan Heyu said to the cronies beside him: "Fence off the manor and not allow anyone to enter or leave." ”

"You!" The protector who had blocked Wan Heyu before wanted to stop it, but he was stopped by He Bo and shook his head slightly.

In the Holy Sect, there is only one person who can suppress Wanhe Jade, and that is the Holy Lord.

At this time, the Holy Lord fainted, and no matter how much he talked to Wan Heyu, it was useless.

And Wan Heyu is indeed thinking about something else now.

When he learned that the Holy Lord's health had suddenly deteriorated, he became ecstatic, and immediately arranged for his subordinates to start acting, and immediately controlled the large and small exits of the Holy Sect, and of course, the most important thing was the Holy Lord's house.

Wan Heyu took people to control this manor as soon as possible, and once the news of the Holy Lord's death came out, he would be punished and He Bo imprisoned as soon as possible.

When the time comes, it will be much easier to control the Holy Sect.

Thinking of this, Wan Heyu was very excited, and after his people controlled the entire manor, he walked towards the manor.

When he came inside, the face doctor was sad one by one, not to mention how happy he was in his heart.

After He Bo came back, he whispered to Xiang Zhu about the situation outside.

After Uncle He finished speaking, he asked, "Miss, do you need us to take Wan Heyu down?" The manor is full of people who are loyal to the Holy Lord. ”

Xiang Zhu shook his head: "Don't act rashly, if something happens to Wan Heyu, those people arranged outside him may rush in desperately to take revenge, my father's safety is uncertain now, don't take risks." ”

Xiang Zhu was also very helpless in his heart, as soon as his father had this incident, Wan Heyu was impatient to bring people to surround the entire manor.

It's just empty-eyed and arrogant.

For Wan Heyu's behavior, even if he was dissatisfied, Xiang Zhu could only endure it.

If the matter was as simple as killing Wan Heyu, then the Holy Lord would have solved Wan Heyu a long time ago.

But the struggle for power and profit is never a matter of killing individuals.

Kill Wan Heyu, and those people below him will all be in turmoil.

Wan Heyu had also come to Xiang Zhu at this time, and asked with a concerned face: "Little niece, how is his health, old brother?" You okay? ”

Xiang Xu's hypocritical appearance sneered, at this time, I am afraid that the one who wants his father to have an accident is this guy.

"Thank you for your concern, my father is only a little unwell, and there is no major problem." Xiang Zhu nodded slightly.

Wan Heyu heard it: "It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, let me worry about death." ”

Having said that, he also snorted coldly in his heart, the dead duck has a hard mouth, there is no big problem, can he ask the doctor to operate for more than ten hours?

However, the Holy Lord did not die for a while, and Wan Heyu did not dare to show it too obviously.

Xiang Zhu frowned, and could only keep praying in his heart that his father must survive, otherwise something would happen.

In the manor, Uncle He chatted with Wan Heyu from time to time, but they were all talking about some topics, and they were obviously not in the slightest mood to chat.

And Xiang Zhu closed his eyes and recuperated.

After a full hour, a doctor finally opened the door and walked out of the room.

"How?" Wan Heyu was even more active than Xiang Xu's own daughter, and hurriedly grabbed the doctor's hand: "Holy Lord, is there anything wrong with him?" ”

Xiang Zhu and He Bo hurriedly ran over, both dead doctors.

"Ugh." The doctor let out a long sigh, and before he could speak, Wan Heyu's appearance burst out laughing.

He just wanted to speak, and ordered his own people outside to arrest the entire manor.

The voice of the Holy Lord came from inside the door: "What are you laughing at?" Afraid that Lao Tzu will not die fast enough? ”

Hearing this voice, Wan Heyu was so frightened that he was full of excitement, and the strange doctor gave him a look.

The doctor arched his hand and said, "After our rescue, the Holy Lord has already rescued him." ”

Wan Heyu can't wait to slaughter this bastard, now that he has been rescued, you sigh.

But he still had to pretend to be happy to hold the doctor's hand and say, "I already knew that my old brother Hong Fu Qitian would have an accident." ”

This is really not a bit of a technical afterthought.

At this time, the Holy Lord, with the support of the people, slowly walked out.

His face was pale, and he was supported by someone, and the doctor wanted to say something, but he was waved by the Holy Lord.

The doctor nodded and withdrew in amusement.

"Father, are you alright?" Xiang Zhu hurriedly walked over and took the Holy Lord's hand and helped him up.

The appearance of the Holy Lord, most of his body is in the ground.

"Xiao Wan, I just came out, and you led someone to surround my Zhuangzi, what does it mean?" The Holy Lord asked slowly.

Although his qi was very flat, Wan Heyu's heart jumped in shock, with the temper of the Holy Lord, to be able to say such a thing, it was already a murderous intention. Announcement: Biquge APP is online, supporting Android and Apple. Please pay attention to the WeChat public account to enter the download and install appxsyd (press and hold for three seconds to copy)