Mustache's eyes widened in astonishment as he looked at the sword that had pierced his heart.

Why doesn't this man play his cards according to common sense?

"Since you want to die, I will fulfill you, and I have no intention of knowing anything from your mouth anyway."

Hua Yuqiong smiled, drew his long sword, and turned around to follow Lan Shao to deal with the remaining few people.

"Brother, brother, I finally found you."

Hearing this voice, Hua Yuqiong was stunned, and turned her head to look at the white figure running towards her. Not far from the white figure, a man in black raised the sharp blade in his hand and attacked him.

"Be careful!" Hua Yuqiong shouted, and at the same time rushed towards the night of the sacrifice.

"Be careful!"

Seeing this, he hurriedly stood behind the night and blew the man's head.

"Calamity?"

Hua Yuqiong looked at the disaster, and didn't have time to say more, "Disaster, you protect him." ”

"Yes."

The mourner in the dark looked at the gloomy face of the night of the festival, and opened his eyes without looking.

"Holy Venerable, are you alright?" Disaster asked in a low voice.

Sai Ye snorted coldly, looked at the relieved disaster on the side, and sent him a message: "Before the deity is angry, get away for the deity!" ”

The expression on Calamity's face condensed slightly, didn't he protect the Holy Venerable? Why did the Venerable let him go away?

thought so in his heart, but when it came to the decision of whether he wanted to be sent to Xing Prison, he still ...... Decisively "roll" well.

The shadow of the shadow watched the disaster disappear from the spot, appeared beside him, and silently moved away from him.

He doesn't want to be stupid by this guy yet.

The disaster looked at the dead, and his face was full of puzzlement.

"Death, why do you say that I protected the Holy Venerable, and the Holy Venerable still let me go?"

He glanced at him, but finally decided to tell him that he would be able to save time and cause trouble for the Venerable.

"It's a long story, anyway, you don't have to remember the process, you just need to remember the current situation of the Lord and what we need to do......"

Hua Yuqiong and Lan Shao dealt with the black-clothed people, and then let them step into the room. At this time, the smoke in the house had dissipated a lot, and Hua Yuqiong looked at the corpse in the room, her brows furrowed slightly, and her eyes looked at a corner.

An Zuo looked at Hua Yuqiong, and the tears in his eyes couldn't stop falling.

Hua Yuqiong's footsteps paused slightly, and she was a little dumbfounded.

How could this big man be scared like this?

An Zuo said in a crying voice: "Little boy, little boy, please save my brother!" Please! ”

Hua Yuqiong sighed, "Don't worry, he can't die, and he didn't hurt his heart." ”

An Zuo was stunned, and looked at Hua Yuqiong with red eyes, "But...... But my brother is not ......."

"You carry him to the bed first." Draw Yu Qiong Dao.

"Oh, good."

An Zuo sniffed, gently picked up Yiran, and put him on the bed.

Hua Yuqiong walked to the side of the bed, and swept Yiran's upper body with three or two strokes. Her brows furrowed slightly, she covered her hands with a layer of spiritual power, and was about to make a move, when she caught a glimpse of An Zuo on the side.

"You go get a basin of hot water."

An Zuo glanced at Hua Yuqiong, and hurriedly walked out of the door.

The night of the festival was about to come in, and the two took a look at each other, An Zuo was stunned, and ran out from the side of the night.

Matsuya walked over to the table, glanced at the broken chair, turned and sat down at the table, and looked at the white figure standing by the bed.

He looked at her frowning slightly...... Focused Eyes...... And the pursed lips......