Yang Yuguan, who kicked open the door and rushed into the inner courtyard with a spirit sword in a hurry, directly targeted the most remote room in the inner courtyard.

Outside the room, there are two luxuriant plane trees, one on the left and one on the right, and next to the trees, there is a flat yard with some stubs of wood in the center.

At the door, there were some messy, chopping firewood that was not neat, scattered all over the ground.

At this time, Yang Yuguan was in a hurry, so naturally he didn't care so much, and when he arrived at the door, he first put the spirit sword in front of him, and then kicked the door open.

"Squeak--" The door was kicked open, and sunlight instantly fell into the room.

As far as the eye can see, the room is spacious, but there are not many objects.

In the corner, there was a stove, and the clay pot on it was steaming, and next to the stove, the messy firewood began to burn.

Seeing that the fire was getting bigger and bigger, it was about to burn to the window lattice next to it.

In the smoke, Yang Yuguan searched around, and finally found a figure in the darkness behind the big wooden pillar.

The man was dressed in a long white dress, swaying with the wind wafting in from the window lattice, the corners of the skirt were covered with mud, and the embroidered shoes were so stained that it was no longer possible to tell what material it was.

The green silk was disheveled, the head hung down, and the long hair obscured its face.

A piece of white silk is tied to the top of the lower jaw, and the other end of the white silk is above the ridge beam.

His hands were hanging low, without a trace of strength, as if he had lost his breath of life, and in the quiet room, the sound of water droplets could be heard.

The voice came from the wrist of the woman in the white dress!

Bright red blood was dripping onto the square stool she had kicked over, slowly flowing to the ground.

Yang Yuguan glanced at it and instantly understood that this woman was going to commit suicide!

"Miss Lin!"

His eyes locked, Yang Yuguan called eagerly, and when he looked at it again, the white silk tightened a little more.

"Damn!"

Yang Yuguan frowned, thinking that something had happened to Miss Lin, but she didn't expect that she couldn't think about it.

At this time, he didn't care much, Yang Yuguan instantly raised the spirit sword, aimed at the center of the white silk, and waved it from afar, a burst of sword qi slashed, directly cutting the white silk in the air.

"Snort--" With a sound, the white silk broke neatly from the beam, and then the woman in the white dress hanging on the white silk fell straight down.

said that it was too late, Yang Yuguan saw it, his feet were light, and the spirit sword slashed across the ground, and in an instant, he reached the overturned square stool, and with a stretch of his arms, he directly stopped the woman in the white dress whose body was already stiff in his arms.

Then a dashing maneuver finally landed on the ground.

Yang Yuguan hugged the woman, and after a few more rounds, he came to the window lattice, stretched out his foot, and kicked down the clay pot in the corner.

only heard a crisp cracking sound, and the clay pot was kicked out by Yang Yuguan like this, and then shattered directly.

Inside, there is not a drop of water.

"Damn!"

Yang Yuguan frowned, scolded again, and looked down at the woman in his arms who was covered by long hair, feeling helpless.

The white silk on the beams, the bleeding wrists, the burning firewood, the dry clay jar, and by the way, the locked door.

If it weren't for Yang Yuguan, who was an immortal cultivator and kicked it away with violence, otherwise she would really let herself die inside.

Obviously, this woman has a mortal heart!

Seeing that there was not a drop of water in the clay jar, and the fire had begun to spread, the only window lattice in the room had been occupied by the fire.

Yang Yuguan looked at it, sighed, and then jumped out of the house directly with Miss Lin who was unconscious.

Behind him, there was an endless stream of flames that eventually spread from the window lattice into the room, and finally set the firewood room on fire.

Yang Yuguan turned his head to look at the dazzling flames, and in an instant, he thought about it.

If she wants to burn, she will burn it, but now, she can't die, because she is still useful to herself!

"Even if you want to die, you have to take revenge before you can die...... Since you're not even afraid of death, why are you afraid of that bastard!?"

Yang Yuguan lowered his eyebrows and smiled bitterly, then turned around and left quickly from the back of the courtyard.

Behind the courtyard is an orchard of fruit trees, and there are basically no people.

At this time, the fire was blowing by the wind, and the rooms around the firewood house had been ignited.

After dealing with Miss Lin, Yang Yuguan stood on top of the mountain and quietly looked at the residents below who were anxiously looking for a water source to extinguish the fire.

This is a private house, there are a lot of people, once a fire in a family, it will cause the surrounding houses to suffer, naturally, these people dare not be careless.

Looking at the people who came back and forth, hurriedly extinguishing the fire, and turned to look at Miss Lin who was unconscious under the tree, Yang Yuguan breathed a sigh of relief.

"Since you are going to die, then Young Master Ben will fulfill you. From this day on, Miss Lin is dead!"

Yang Yuguan touched his jaw and thought about it, then looked up at the clouds in the sky, then turned his head with a smile, and said to himself: "The clouds are so good today, then you will call the clouds in the future, and pick a cloud." ”

Picking up Miss Lin, who had changed her name to Caiyun, again, Yang Yuguan smiled with her head down.

"I'm amorous, so I naturally don't want a woman to be hurt, let alone that bastard of Youfeng! Of course, I will definitely avenge your sister's revenge!"

As he spoke, he tapped under his feet and sped away under the cliff, and in a moment, he disappeared.

And Caiyun's wrist had already stopped the flow of blood.

It won't be long before she wakes up.

The fire was too fierce and the mountain wind caused trouble, and in the end, the residents next to the orchard were unable to rescue Miss Lin's home.

The house next to her house was also damaged, half of which was burned down by the spreading fire.

Some people scolded and scolded Miss Lin for why she wanted to implicate others.

Some people are embarrassed, they have more or less heard about Miss Lin, but there is no evidence.

Some people look up to the sky and sigh, but a virtuous woman like Miss Lin wants to die.

Some people lowered their eyebrows and wiped their tears, sighing why women are so weak, why men want men to dominate the world, so that women have no status at all.

Some people resented and cursed, hoping that the person who harmed Miss Lin's sisters would not die well!

All kinds of people's hearts are staged in this lowly dwelling.

Yang Yuguan, who had left here, naturally didn't know about this, and he didn't want to care, what he had to do now was to settle Caiyun and then rush back to the North Wing Mountain Range.

He Dong's corpse can't have an accident, otherwise once he wakes up in the official sky, he will really not be able to explain.

When he arrived at the inn near Wushuang Palace, Yang Yuguan directly found Xiao Chun and wanted to deliver Caiyun to Xiao Chun and Hanxia.

Hanxia took care of Caiyun in a coma in the back room, and washed her wounds and changed her clothes by the way.

And Xiao Chun stopped Yang Yuguan, who was in a hurry.

leisurely made a cup of tea for him, but helplessly, Yang Yuguan could only stay.