Lu Li glanced at Song Yizhi, "Song Yizhi, didn't you say that you don't do bad things?" ”

Why did you turn your head and think about fighting and killing again?

Shouldn't she be thinking about blowing up Flower Language City with a thunderbolt again?!

"Just in case!" What Song Yizhi said is called a righteous one.

Lu Li had a look of "I don't believe it" on his face.

Looking at Lu Li, who had already learned smartly, Song Yizhi was distressed for a second.

Senior Brother Lu is smart, it's not easy to deceive!

……

In the afternoon of the same day, the group arrived outside the city of Huayu.

After several people came down, Song Yizhi put away the cloud boat and his eyes fell on Wei Ling.

"Let's go." As a native of Huayu City, Wei Ling took the initiative to lead the way forward.

While walking, Wei Ling pulled Song Yizhi to his side and whispered, "Song Yizhi, I don't know why I'm panicking, I always feel like something is going to happen." ”

That kind of panic came inexplicably, but it just made her whole person more and more uneasy.

"Let's go to your house first." Song Yizhi patted Wei Ling's arm and comforted, and then said, "Just stay at your house, save me some spirit stones!" ”

Being interrupted by Song Yizhi like this, Wei Ling's nervousness relaxed a little.

Entering the city, Song Yizhi found that there were few pedestrians on the streets, and this scene was like a wartime peony city.

Wei Ling naturally noticed it, and her face became solemn.

After seeing this scene in the city, the uneasiness in Wei Ling's heart reached its peak.

She pulled Song Yizhi and began to run.

When he arrived at the door of Wei's house, Wei Ling was stunned, and then the strength of the whole person seemed to be drained.

The door of the majestic mansion was split open by a sword, and the remaining half hung on the door frame, and on the ground was the corpse of the doorman, and blood was splattered on the wall.

Wei Ling suddenly remembered that when he went to the Changqiu Sect, those guards smiled and blessed him to be selected by the Changqiu Sect.

It was only a long time before the living died.

Song Yizhi stretched out his hand to support Wei Ling, and then handed Wei Ling, who was weak, to Shen Zheng.

She walked up almost simultaneously with Night Coldstar, raising her hand to wipe a little blood.

Looking at the bloodstains, these guards died no more than a cup of tea.

"Look at the bloodstains, I just died." Night Chill Star spoke.

Song Yizhi didn't speak, just wiped the blood on his hands.

"My family ......" Wei Ling opened her mouth with difficulty, she didn't know where the strength came from, she stood up again and pushed Shen Zheng's hand away and ran directly inside.

Father! Mother!

They'll be fine, they'll be fine!

"Wei Ling!" Shen Zheng exclaimed in surprise and pulled his legs to follow.

"Brother!" Song Yizhi looked at Song Yiheng a little anxiously.

Song Yiheng nodded, he shook off the coercion of the Transformation Period, and his figure moved inside.

Wei Ling stumbled inside, and several times she tripped over her skirt and almost fell.

Along the way, she looked at the corpses that had died tragically, and her heart was angry and afraid.

Shen Zheng and the others chased Wei Ling behind, it was not that they couldn't catch up, but in this case, they didn't want to and couldn't stop her.

"Hahaha! Your Wei family is now at the end of the road, I see what else you can do! Rampant laughter echoed in the main hall.

"Despicable!" The head of the Wei family roared angrily.

"Hurry up and hand over your six-grade magic weapon, I can leave you a whole corpse!" The Zhao family ancestor's gloomy voice sounded.

"Don't think!" Mrs. Wei held a long sword in her hand, her face solemn and solemn.

The ancestor of the Zhao family looked at the group of people who were not overwhelmed, sneered and slapped towards Mrs. Wei.

Mrs. Wei was slapped by the ancestor of the Zhao family and flew out of the main hall and fell heavily to the ground, and the head of the Wei family flew out without thinking about it.

Wei Ling ran over and just saw his mother fly out upside down like a butterfly with broken wings and fall to the ground, vomiting a mouthful of blood.

"Mother!!" Wei Ling almost crawled to Mrs. Wei's side, she trembled and wanted to touch Mrs. Wei but didn't dare to touch it.

Mrs. Wei looked at her daughter who suddenly appeared, and her eyes became gentle at first glance, "Ah Ling, my Ah Ling......"

Looking at Mrs. Wei, who was full of blood, Wei Ling's eyes were red, she wanted to cry but didn't dare to cry, she was helpless and pitiful.

The ancestor of the Zhao family beat out the elders of the Wei family in turn, and then walked out with the head of the Zhao family with a swagger.

The rest of the Wei family who were beaten out were caught by Song Yiheng with his spiritual power in the air.

In the next second, Song Yiheng directly drew his sword and killed him.

Song Yizhi took out the magic weapon to build an enchantment to prevent this group of disabled people from being affected again.

Night Hanxing walked up and glanced at it, and said softly, "It's not a big problem. ”

Wei Ling knelt on the ground with a "poof", raised his hand and bent down to salute Ye Hanxing, "Ask Ye Gongzi to save my mother!" I, Wei Ling, am willing to serve the Night Boy as the Lord! ”

The night cold star pulled Song Yizhi in front of him.

He couldn't stand this big gift.

Song Yizhi was forced to accept Wei Ling's big gift, and she turned her head and glanced at the night cold star.

Is it appropriate!

Are you polite?!

Night Hanxing smiled gently and politely, "There's no need to be polite, and I don't need you to serve me as the master." ”

For the sake of Song Yizhi and her willingness to ask for medicine for her mother without hesitation, she is not unable to make a move.

Song Yizhi walked up and pulled Wei Ling up, and said comfortingly, "Believe in the Night Prince." ”

Wei Ling held Song Yizhi's hand tightly, and his body trembled with fear.

Ye Hanxing walked up and checked it, and took out a Wen Ling Pill for Mrs. Wei to take.

The head of the Wei family looked at the lady whose situation was calming down and gradually improving, and his hanging heart was put down.

At this time, he had time to notice Song Yiheng, who had killed the ancestor of the Zhao family, and the night boy in his daughter's mouth.

No, what are these people??

"Wei Ling, shouldn't you be in the Changqiu Sect?" The head of the Wei family asked the doubts in his heart.

Looking at his father, who was grasping the key points, the corners of Wei Ling's mouth twitched.

Is now the time to talk about this?

"Father, I ......"

The head of the Wei family interrupted Wei Ling's words, and he said worriedly, "You shouldn't have been driven back from the Changqiu Sect to cause trouble, right?" ”

Wei Ling: "......"

This is Daddy!

"Bump—"

Just as the father and daughter said a few words, the ancestor of the Zhao family was chopped down by Song Yiheng with a sword.

The ancestor of the Zhao family, who died instantly, was directly demonized, and before he could get up, he died again under Song Yiheng's sword.

……

The autumn wind mixed with the smell of blood blew, and there was silence all around.

Song Yiheng put away his long sword, rubbed his wrist, and said softly, "But that's it." ”

……

In response to Song Yiheng, there was still silence.

The head of the Zhao family looked at the young man who suddenly appeared, and his eyes were already full of fear.

What the hell is this sacred?!

It's only been a long time, and they actually killed their ancestor in the middle stage of god transformation twice!?

The look of the head of the Wei family was also a little solemn.

Wei Ling looked at Song Yiheng who was in the Dao Bone Immortal Style, and couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

Is this the strength of the chief disciple of the Changqiu Sect?

"Not done yet?" Song Yizhi broke the silence and asked his brother.

Song Yiheng nodded, and looked at Song Yizhi's gaze gently.

"The realm is too empty, it's not a qualified sandbag." Song Yiheng commented pertinently.

Song Yizhi was silent.

The rest of the people were silent.

Only...... The corpse is not cold yet, are you polite?

(End of chapter)