"Gross!" Several people clasped their throats hard, but the pill melted in their mouths, and several people's faces turned pale, thinking that they had eaten some poison and would die soon.

"Go, I'm afraid you won't be able to bully women from good families in the future." With a wave of the long sleeves of the night twilight, several people flew out of the hospital in the wind, and after a while, the heart-rending shouts of several men sounded outside the hospital, and the young man quickly covered Xiao Tao's ears.

"What's going on?" The boy doesn't know what's going on, so he asks about Nightfall.

"It's just a few Splitting Bone Pills, I set up a barrier for Xiao Tao, and she can't hear it." Nighttwilight responded lightly and took a sip of the white water in the cup. The boy let go of his hands and breathed a sigh of relief when he observed that there was nothing abnormal about Xiao Tao.

"I heard Luo Dazhuang say that three days ago, a five or six-year-old child broke in and was taken down by his clan, and there has been no news since then." The young man said, the eyes of the night twilight still burst with a glimmer of light, although the time is a little wrong, but as long as there is a glimmer of hope, you can't give up.

"Where does the patriarch of your Luo clan live?"

"I advise you not to think about going to the Patriarch's Mansion, there is no return."

"Drop it, I'll come back and take you out of here."

"I'm not..."The boy wanted to explain, but he couldn't say anything when the words came to his mouth, he was indeed afraid that Night Twilight would never return, but he was worried about Night Twilight's safety.

"It's okay, I have a way to get out of it." Night Twilight smiled at the young man, took out another jade bottle, and stuffed it into the young man's hand.

"This is Wan Qing Dan, you don't take it once every four hours, when I come back, you may be back to light, I don't want to carry a big oil bottle." Nighttwilight half-joked.

“… Thank you, thank you! The young man held the jade bottle tightly, and a smile bloomed on his pale cheeks, like the first melting of winter snow, and everything recovered.

After getting the location of the Patriarch's Mansion, Night Dusk Han packed up a few people outside the courtyard and left together. On the bustling street, several men suddenly fell out of thin air, as if they were suffering a great deal of pain, their eyes were scarlet, and they were rolling on the ground. The people around who were watching the excitement came around curiously.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! "A group of guards patrolling with knives heard a strange noise and came to check. Pushing aside the crowd, he found that it was several of his brothers, and before he could clear his mind, he hurriedly evacuated the crowd around him.

"Da Zhuang! Big Strong! Wake up! One of the guards stepped forward and patted Luo Da Zhuang on the shoulder. A hand like steel grabbed the guard's wrist, and the unlucky guard only felt a sharp pain in his arm, as if he had been crushed, and hurriedly stretched out his other hand and patted it, wanting Luo Dazhuang to let go.

"It hurts!" The guard struggled out in a panic, lying on his side and screaming with his arm that was almost unconscious.

"Knock them out and take them away!" The guards at the head also felt that it was very tricky, and ordered his subordinates to knock Luo Dazhuang and a few people unconscious, wrap them in rags, and drag them away.

The streets were back to normal, but in front of the tavern tea stalls, the guests had a little more to talk about.

Patriarch's Mansion.

In a remote courtyard, Ye Xingyao was hung upside down on the willow tree in the courtyard, his little face was already swollen red because of the blood return, and a middle-aged man in a gorgeous costume was sitting next to him.

"How about it, hand over the spiritual treasure around your neck!"

"Hmm! Sister ......"

"Heh, you're dying, you're dead, you'll never see your sister again! Therefore, it is better to hand over the spirit treasure obediently, a newborn calf like you is not worthy of such a high-level spirit treasure at all! ”

The man was not in a hurry, he slowly tortured the boy, and when the boy died, the spirit treasure became an ownerless thing, and he could still take it for himself.