Xue Tingrou's heart turned a thousand times, and Xue Tingcheng lowered her eyes to look elsewhere, and the two sisters left together with different thoughts.

Day by day, he entered the courtyard, and after entering, he saw the snowy guard Tan Zong standing at the entrance of the door.

Seeing Tan Zong, he stepped forward and said, "Manager Tan, I want to see my master." ”

When Tan Zong saw the day, his face was sad: "The day guard, the Holy Ancestor has ordered no one to see, you better leave quickly." ”

"No, my master's life is at stake, I can't just leave."

Tan Zong wanted to say something more, but unexpectedly, he heard Xue Wuya's deep voice coming out of the room: "Let him in." ”

After listening to it day by day, his eyes lit up, and then he nodded at Tan Zong, and then lifted his robe and entered the room of Xue Wuyan.

After entering the room, Tan Zong closed the door.

Zhu Japan thought that he would be able to see Xue Wuya after entering the room, however, after entering, he looked around and found Xue Wuya at all.

"Holy Ancestor ......" opened his mouth to ask day by day, but before he finished speaking, he felt a gust of wind sweeping over, and his chest was hit hard, and his chest cavity seemed to be about to burst.

The force was so fierce that it was so intense that it churned up in the room, and finally it was knocked into a corner and slammed against the wall.

"Hmm......" day by day, he felt his throat churn, and a smell of blood came suddenly, and he fell to the ground, clutching his chest, struggling to get up.

His gaze panned, and when he was half-kneeling and half-rising, he swept to the hem of his robe, which was a black hem, on which there was a faintly floating moire ornament, and the hem of the robe was rolled with silver silk thread.

Slowly looking upwards day by day, when he looked at the person in front of him, he squeaked, "Holy Ancestor." ”

Xue Wuya was dressed in a black robe, with two strands of silver hair tied behind him, and the snow-like hair was in stark contrast to the black robe.

He was starry-eyed, his face was stiff, and he looked like a man of thirty years old, and if it weren't for his silver hair, people would have thought he was just a young man.

Hearing the day call him, Xue Wuya didn't respond, but the palm of his hand gathered, and with a sharp pull, he sucked the whole person from the ground, his palm opened, and the neck of the day was instantly stuck in his palm.

Xue Wuya's eyes were sharp, the strength in his hand was strong, he shrank suddenly, and said in a low voice: "Although you are not a guard of the Taixu Holy Realm, but if you let your master suffer such a serious injury, you deserve to die!" ”

His hand strength is very large, he has no breath every day, his cheeks instantly turned purple, he wants to speak, but he can't make any sound at all, because the breath is not smooth, his eyes are bloodshot, and the vision he sees is a little blurry, but even if it is blurred, he can clearly recognize Xue Wuya's eyes at this moment, and there is a trace of sadness and worry hidden in his eyes.

This kind of Xue Wuya is something he has never seen before, even if the master is injured before, Xue Wuya always has a calm look, never revealing his feelings, but now he actually shows such an expression, the master is afraid that the master will be more auspicious.

The master is injured, he is more sad than anyone else, why is he afraid of death?

However, he can't die like this, he can't die until he sees his master get better.