"Ah...... You—" Ju Lao looked back in astonishment, sticky blood sliding down the corners of his mouth and down his beard, and the sharp pain spread from his chest like an electric shock to his body.

Ju Wuzhu didn't wait for Ju Lao to speak, and the terrifying smile on his face bloomed even more hideous.

He raised his foot and kicked Ju Lao to the bottom of the hall, and the change was so fast that Ju Lao was caught off guard. He rolled into the puddle-filled courtyard in three or two strokes, his body covered with mud and blood, and more of a horror written on his face than a mess.

Without waiting for Ju Lao to ask, "Ju Wuzhu" sneered and grabbed a gap under his chin, and uncovered the disguised mask attached to his face.

Because it is too realistic, and with enough homework, it is hidden in the Ju winery without the slightest suspicion from everyone.

Beneath the mask is the face of a bewitching woman.

"Let me introduce, my name is Mu Xuehua. The woman snorted coldly and threw away the mask.

"You, you ......" Ju Lao really didn't expect this terrifying change, but what scared him the most was not his own death, but the whereabouts of his son now.

Mu Xuehua pursed her lips and showed a femme fatale smile: "I'm sorry to tell you that your son just died yesterday." But don't be so disappointed, because your family will be reunited soon. ”

"What ......," Ju Lao's water-stained beard trembled uncontrollably.

He felt the darkness in front of him, and it was difficult to accept the sudden bad news.

Mu Xuehua watched Ju Lao struggle desperately in the muddy water as if she was enjoying it, and suddenly she showed something from behind her to Ju Lao: "Look, what is this." ”

A golden shadow flickered in the hazy night, and Ju Lao's eyes widened again.

The one that was held in Mu Xuehua's hand turned out to be a golden wind peony!

"If you miss chess, you will lose the whole game. ”

Mu Xuehua gently stroked the stamens of the golden wind peony, and her smile looked like a devil in the dark night.

The rain drops on the petals of the golden wind peony, and the crystals glow with a faint light. Ju Lao's eyes were wet with rain, and he tried in vain to stand up and fight with Mu Xuehua, but because of excessive blood loss, his arms no longer had the strength to support his body.

Mu Xuehua sneered softly, put the Golden Wind Peony into a wooden box, hung it around his waist and prepared to leave.

However, as soon as she reached under the eaves, Ju Lao stretched out his hand in pain and grabbed her ankle, gritted his teeth, and concentrated all his strength on both hands, refusing to let her leave like this.

The rain became heavier and heavier, and the clothes on Ju Lao's body were soaked like a mess of mud, and the gurgling blood flowed silently on the floor of the courtyard in the dark rainy night.

His consciousness had long since drifted, but his hands were still tightly grasping Mu Xuehua, this was the last thing he could do for his son and the others, although it was so insignificant, like a candle in this storm and haze.

Wood snowflakes were also wet. She wanted to see what he was capable of, but when she realized that he was dying, she was not interested in continuing to pester him. Since she couldn't pull away from Ju Lao's hand, she simply took off her shoes and went to the cellar at the back of the winery.

Soon, there was an explosion at Château Ju, followed by a blazing fire, still burning terribly under the wind and rain.

Fu Yunge and Chong Daocheng were taken aback when they heard the explosion, and they forced their injuries all over their bodies, accelerated their pace, and went straight to the Jushi Winery in unknown condition.

"Hmph. Mu Xuehua stood on the eaves of the main entrance of Ju's Winery, admiring the fire in the wind and rain from a distance, and the corners of her mouth turned proudly.

Suddenly, two voices approaching from a puddle caught her attention.

Turning her head to look down, she recognized that it was Fu Yunge and Chong Daocheng.

The two also spotted her. Fu Yunge first recognized that she was wearing Ju Wuzhu's clothes, and raised his head loudly and asked, "Who are you? Why are you pretending to be Ju Wuzhu's son?"

"It's nice that you're here so soon. Mu Xuehua smiled, "Is it good to do light work, or is it a bit of a brain?"

"Damn!" Chong Daocheng took advantage of the firelight to see the box hanging from her waist, which was roughly the Golden Wind Peony, and raised his finger and shouted, "Put the Golden Wind Peony down!"

"Oh," Mu Xuehua still had that nonchalant frivolous attitude, "It seems to be a bit of a brain." To introduce, I'm Mu Xuehua. I'm going to make a decision on the Golden Wind Peony, and you can't take it from me. ”

"Dogs look down on people!" Chong Daocheng shouted, picked up the last remaining strength in his body, and flew to step on the eaves.

Fu Yunge thought of the name Mu Xuehua in his mind, and it seemed that he had mentioned it before, and his strength should be about the same as that of the old leader at that time.

But Chong Daocheng's strength is exhausted now, what can he do when he rushes up? Fu Yunge was just about to stop him, but after all, he was still a step slower, and Chong Daocheng had already jumped up, and his posture was like he was going to fight with Mu Xuehua.

At the moment when he was about to step on the corner of the eaves, the blue light behind the wooden snowflakes burst out, cutting the silk threads of the rain, and making a sharp and piercing sound across the night.

Fu Yunge didn't wait for a reaction, and several bee darts had already stabbed at him. Fortunately, he was proficient in martial arts, and his body rolled on the side of the puddle to avoid those deadly attacks.

But at the same time, Chong Daocheng's tall figure fell straight from the air, followed by a heavy slam to the ground.

Fu Yunge just stood up with his body propped up, and when he saw this, he hurriedly bowed over to check on Chong Daocheng's situation, after all, he couldn't dodge the hidden weapon in the air at all, and at this time, he saw that he had been hit in his throat and several other places, and he was about to die.

"You're ......!!" Fu Yunge turned his head in annoyance, the pupils of his eyes reflecting the distant firelight.

Mu Xuehua originally wanted to play with the young man in front of her for a while, but considering something, she didn't continue to delay time here.

She suddenly started her light work, and finally threw a cold wink at Fu Yunge, and her figure immediately flew into the distance.

"Bastard!" Fu Yunge slammed his fist on the ground a few times, but his anger could not be eliminated. The cold rain wept, soaking him with a cold air to the bone, and under the wet cuffs, there was the same red blood of different companions.