Alan thought about it, and walked to Qu Qingyou's side unhurriedly, glanced at Wen Su, who was killed in the dark, in the main hall, and then looked at Qu Qingyou who was controlled by the Ecstasy Gu on the ground. He smiled suddenly, picking sesame seeds and losing watermelons is not his style of acting, it is better to sacrifice as soon as possible, so as not to have many dreams at night, after all, this group of people is a role that cannot be taken lightly.

He pulled out a white flute from under his robe, and if he looked closely, he could see that it was made of human bones.

Aram brought the flute to his mouth, took a light breath, and began to play, and a series of strange and creepy notes came out of the flute, like a mournful sound from the end of hell, and people heard it on end.

Qing Ziye and Bai Weiyang, who lost consciousness, sat in place like two lifeless dolls, and after the flute sounded, the motionless bodies of these two people trembled slightly, and their lowered heads slowly lifted, and their confused expressions could be vaguely seen, as well as godless pupils, which were the unconscious state of the * time, and the body could only follow the instructions given to them by the Fascinated Heart Gu.

The strange music suddenly became high-pitched, and Qing Ziye and Bai Weiyang jumped up from the ground under the control of Alan, and the long sword in their hands pointed directly at the figures of the two in the center of the main hall.

Feeling the murderous aura coming from behind her, Wen Su kicked away the puppet in front of her, dodged sideways, and the sharp long sword stabbed diagonally past her, and the sharp sword qi directly cut the tie around her waist. Qing Ziye's stiff side face like a puppet flashed from her eyes, and after the sword missed, he turned around and swung the sword without hesitation, and the incredibly smooth movements made Wen Su's heart beat wildly.

It's too late!

Wen Su, who couldn't dodge, was directly slashed in the shoulder by a sword swung by Qing Ziye, if it weren't for her leaning back movement to avoid it a little, she would have to learn from one-armed Yang for the rest of her life.

Damn retarded!

Dodging left and right, Qing Ziye's perfect sword moves, Wen Su deeply had a sense of "my life is resting". On her arms, thighs, waist, back, all hung with colors, and even there was a wound on her face, and her long hair combed into a ponytail had already been scattered, and the green silk was flying between the dodges, and there was a kind of embarrassing messy beauty.

This is the first time she has been forced into such a tragic situation, Qing Ziye really deserves to be the eldest disciple of Langfeng Peak, when he gets serious, he is so cruel that he is simply not a person, especially now that he is still a sharp blade in the hands of others, if it weren't for Yalan still having to keep her life to sacrifice, she should have been stabbed to death by Qing Ziye with a sword several times.

Not only is she difficult here, Xun Yi is also very sad there, his vocation is to treat diseases and save people, not to fight and kill, it is okay to deal with puppet people, and he can only be crushed by Bai Weiyang. His external injuries were more serious than Wen Su's, Bai Weiyang had several swords directly cut holes in his body, and the blood was pouring out, and Wen Su suspected that he would lose too much blood and die if he couldn't survive being sacrificed.

With Qing Ziye and Bai Weiyang in hand, Wen Su and Xun Yi were both suppressed without surprise.

Aran leaned back and smiled on the high platform, he stood between the two and patted their arms, nodded with great satisfaction, and said: "Sure enough, these two people are rare treasures, with such skills, why is it difficult for this seat to destroy the entire Central Plains?!" ”

After saying that, he laughed again, and the disciples outside the main hall knelt down one after another, chanting in the unintelligible Loulan language.

Wen Su and Xun Yi both lay on the ground, and the warm blood soaked the floor under them. Aran laughed enough, stared at them viciously, and returned to that invincible arrogant look, he glanced at Xun Yi, and the malicious gaze made Wen Su shudder.

I'm afraid it's really a catastrophe this time, right?

The road to death seems to have been rolled out in front of her, but the wonderful thing is that Wen Su didn't feel very scared, she lowered her head and laughed at herself, as a cannon fodder character who is not in the plot, she can be active for so long, and she is already very powerful, isn't it?

Yu Guang glanced at Xun Yi, who was covered with injuries but was still as quiet as a virgin, he looked at Aran with no waves in his eyes, no sadness or joy, no fear of death, and no horror for the person in front of him, just like looking at the face of a clown who jumped off the beam, obviously doing the most disgusting thing in the world but pretending to be a victim.

In other words, how could such a beautiful boy who obviously has the face of a male protagonist and the ability of a heroine stagnate in this ghost place?

Alas...... Sure enough, she helped him again. ┓( ´∀` )┏

When Xun Yi looked at Wen Su, she had already retracted her gaze, he watched her stretch out her hand with difficulty and pull the corner of Lai Yalan's clothes, his heart jumped, and he intuitively felt that this woman was going to die again in the next second!

Without waiting for him to stop, Wen Su had already smiled at Alan, who was looking at her, and said, "Hey, mentally retarded little ghost, look at my sister's mouth." ”

Her white and slender index finger pointed at her blood-stained lips, and the stark contrast of red and white made people unable to take their eyes off, with endless mockery, she said word by word: "Go!" You! Mother! Target! ”

"Shut up! Vincent! ”

Xun Yi's cold image of Taishan collapsing in front of him and not changing his color was broken in an instant, and he knew that this woman's ability to die was first-class!

Gritting his teeth and enduring the severe pain all over his body, he stretched out his arm to catch the hand of the woman next to him, but he was kicked away by Alan's kick, and the wound on his arm that had been pierced by the sword blade splashed with gushing blood.

Aran didn't look at Xun Yi who was in a cold sweat, and walked straight to Wensu, he raised his foot and stepped on her back fiercely, grabbed a strand of her hair and pulled it back. The sharp pain on her scalp made Wen Su lean back, and although she was embarrassed, she still looked at Aran with contempt, and tried her best to mock.

Aran looked at her, then at Xun Yi, and suddenly grinned and said: "It's really a good pair of concubines, which reminds me of my father and mother, who are also life and death, and love is stronger than gold." Aren't you just trying to let this man live a little longer? This seat has fulfilled you, and for your sake, I will soon send him down to you. ”

With that, he patted Wen Su's cheek and waved his hand at the puppet behind him.

Xun Yi, who was seriously injured, was lying on the ground, and seeing that the puppet was about to reach out and set up Wen Su, he opened his mouth to shout.

"Stop!!"

This angry shout did not come out of Xun Yi's mouth, but from the direction outside the main hall.

Wen Su, who was ready to sacrifice her life, heard the familiar voice, and her originally calm heart suddenly panicked, and she looked outside the hall with the last glimmer of hope, hoping that there was more than one person standing there.

However, she still thought too much, and when she saw Xu Qingrang's face, a surging despair suddenly came to her heart, Wen Su instantly felt collapsed, and the violent bloody qi rushed to her throat from the depths of her chest.

How did this retarded man run back and die alone?! (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻

"Let them go now, or I'll kill her."

Xu Qingrang's face was solemn, which was diametrically opposed to his gentle spring breeze in the past. There was a woman in front of him, slightly smaller, with tears in her big eyes, Xu Qingrang grabbed the long sword on the woman's neck with one hand, and buckled the woman's shoulder with the other hand, allowing the pus from the woman's face to flow to the back of his hand, and he didn't mean to relax at all.

Yalan in the main hall didn't expect to kill Cheng Cheng to bite the gold halfway, especially after seeing the woman's face clearly, his proud little face instantly became a little hideous, he gritted his teeth and stared at Xu Qingrang, his bloodthirsty appearance was like a * with a thread, and it exploded at the touch of a button.

"Your Highness... Your Highness... Save Horrier. ”

The woman who was held hostage by Xu Qingrang was crying, although her cheeks were sunken, her skin was broken and pus, it was not difficult to see her original beautiful and elegant appearance, this was a very good-looking girl, but it was a pity that she was tortured by poison.

Xu Qingrang put the blade of the sword close to the woman's neck, and negotiated with Yalan without hesitation: "The current sect leader of the Bloody Clothes Sect, His Royal Highness Alan, the only prince of the Loulan royal family, what's the matter?" Are you going to give up even the most important personal maid that your father and mother left you? ”

That's right! This woman named Horiyah is Alan's close attendant, who has served Aran since she was a child, and was personally cultivated by Queen Loulan, and her status in Alan's heart can be referred to in "Kangxi Dynasty", Su Malagu's status in the heart of young Kangxi.

Horiyah trembled, obviously couldn't stand up straight, but was held by Xu Qing and couldn't move, Aran Yin had to look at Xu Qingrang, his bloodshot pupils were full of bloodthirsty light, the two sides confronted each other for a long time, Xu Qingrang didn't speak, he slowly approached the blade closer to Horier's neck, from a blood mark to a gradual flow of blood, and finally nearly half an inch of the blade fell into Horier's flesh, Horiyah had closed her eyes in despair and waited for death, she seemed to be able to hear the sound of blood vessels rupturing.