The severe pain made Ning Xiaoxian unable to stand up, his eyes were half-squinted and half-open, he didn't see the colorful mist, but he felt that it was a little dark in front of him, he thought it was dizzy from pain, but within a few seconds, he heard footsteps approaching him, and then he felt that someone was holding his arms and lifting him up. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Not in that space anymore?

Although Ning Xiaoxian was a little numb by the pain, he still vaguely felt that everything around him had changed a lot, and he also felt that it was two people who were carrying his arms.

"What do you want to do with him?" A sharp and heavy voice, suddenly sounded, a little familiar.

"Send it to the ghosts." Another old voice slowly followed.

"What?" The previously sharp and heavy voice suddenly slowed down, and the tone seemed to be somewhat unexpected.

"Didn't you hear me clearly!" The old man's voice suddenly became serious.

Although Ning Xiaoxian was a little numb in pain, his hearing and brain were completely fine, he opened his eyes, the bright light of the torch made him squint again, he tried to open them, and soon saw the white-haired old man wearing a golden hoop standing not far in front, and there were two other white-haired old men standing beside him, while Lei Kun and Uncle An were standing on their sides with a straight face.

Ning Xiaoxian naturally didn't know what had just happened, and when he found out that he was being controlled by two bare-chested men, it was even more inexplicable, and when he saw Huang Liang supporting the dying memory of everything, the whole person subconsciously became heavy.

"Let's keep them in custody first." Uncle An bowed slightly, and suddenly broke the silence.

"I'm talking about the Oni Festival, don't you hear me clearly!" The white-haired old man with the golden hoop on his head was a little angry.

Facing the white-haired old man who had already begun to get angry, Lei Kun glanced at Uncle An, hesitated, and still gestured to the two bare-chested men who controlled Ning Xiaoxian, saying that he would do what the white-haired old man wanted.

"Stop!" Huang Liang suddenly shouted.

The two bare-chested men who controlled Ning Xiaoxian were stunned, looked at Lei Kun and Uncle An at the same time, and finally turned their inquiring gaze on the white-haired old man wearing a golden hoop.

"Bring it over and execute it immediately!" The white-haired old man waved his hand without hesitation.

The two shirtless men listened to the white-haired old man's words and immediately carried Ning Xiaoxian around.

Huang Liang frowned and wanted to go out to stop him, but he looked at Yifan in his arms and stopped again.

And at this time, Ning Xiaoxian, who had already sensed that something was wrong, began to struggle, but how could he break free from the two shirtless big men, seeing that he was approaching the edge of the boss step by step, and no one around him could come out to save him, his heart suddenly became anxious.

"Huang Liang, save me!" In a hurry, Ning Xiaoxian could only shout at Huang Liang for help.

Hearing Ning Xiaoxian's shout, Huang Liang, whose face was a little cloudy, frowned, and after being silent for half a second, he still chose to take a step.

"You can try to save him, even if you're a Hell Bounty Hunter, are you sure you can save him and get out of here unharmed?" The white-haired old man wearing a golden hoop suddenly said gloomily: "What's more, you are only a mortal now!" ”