"Hmph, the little girl has a lot of tone."

Suddenly, there was a gruff sound outside the door.

Wang Xiaolan sighed in her heart, feeling bad.

The visitor was already outside the door, and she didn't even notice it.

There can only be two possibilities, one is that this person has a unique secret method to hide his whereabouts, and the other is that this person's realm is far above her.

Based on her years of experience against the enemy, eighty percent of them are the latter.

"Amitabha, Uncle Ancestor, you are here." Mo Li breathed a sigh of relief and said the Buddha number leisurely.

Wang Xiaolan watched the people outside the house walk in, and saw the figure he was carrying.

It's a bit cruel to say, but the figure being carried is still awake.

The wrists and ankles of both of her hands were cut open.

The opening was not very large, just enough to bleed continuously, but not to the extent that she would bleed to death in a short period of time.

Each wound was covered with three or four scars, the result of blood clotting and then repeatedly cutting open.

The new thin monk looked extremely old, his face was wrinkled, but his hands had great strength, and dragging her was as easy as dragging a dog, Wan Yanjing was forced to slide on the ground, and the blood-soaked clothes were dragged out of the ground in a long bright red strip.

But she herself seemed to be unconscious, not crying or making trouble, and her expression was indifferent and sluggish on the ground.

In fact, Wan Yanjing's brain movements are much more active than they appear.

What she should do now is to worry about her own life, and earnestly pray to the heavens to save her that the two big guys who saved her will do a little more...... If one of these two bigwigs is not Wang Xiaolan.

Because of Wang Xiaolan, Wan Yanjing's always strong desire to survive fell to a low point for the first time.

She would rather be killed by a bad monk than face Wang Xiaolan with such a bleak appearance.

At the beginning, he even sarcastically rejected General Wang's "suggestion", but now he is half-dead and needs General Wang's rescue, and his self-esteem and face are seriously frustrated.

The thin monk is quite powerful, Lao Xu didn't know whether he was dead or alive after being hit, she wanted to open her mouth to ask Wang Xiaolan to run quickly, but her body was still out of control and she couldn't speak, so she had to be a quiet hostage with facial paralysis.

"Who are you?"

Wang Xiaolan didn't run, she looked directly at the thin monk as if she was facing a great enemy, and looked down slightly at Wan Yan Jing again, her heart was churning with anger, and at the same time, there were many doubts and puzzles.

Lao Xu sent her a letter, saying that Huo Xiang and Wan Yanjing were in danger, and begged her to come to Luyang for emergency relief.

She naturally came in a hurry, and after connecting with Lao Xu, she followed his car and went straight here.

Lao Xu Lu probably talked about the situation.

The monks of the Tantric Sect wanted to carry out human sacrifices, and after taking Yan Jing away, they had to hurry up to save people, and it would be too late to do so.

It just so happened that Wang Xiaolan had a little understanding of the Tantric Sect, and knew that the one in the Xia Kingdom was born in the Tantric Sect at the earliest, and later he had been inseparable from the Tantric Sect, and there were many shadows of the Tantric Sect in his actions.

Qin and Xia Guo have been fighting a lot over the years, Huo Xiang led his troops to fight before he was seriously injured, and it was also Xia Guo who fought, and falling off the cliff was probably also Xia Guo's plan.

What Xia Guo wants to do, Wang Xiaolan is going to make a stumbling block regardless of thirty-seven twenty-one, not to mention saving Wan Yanjing by the way, it is also interesting to see how this little princess was saved by her and deflated.

So she happily followed Lao Xu, a few innate martial artists, not to be afraid.

But who can explain to her, what is the situation of this grand sacrifice of the Tantric Sect?

Dozens of monks in the entire Zen Academy guarded the door, and there were even seven innate martial artists who practiced together, and now there were even masters suspected of being grandmasters.

Such a big pomp, just to sacrifice Yan Jing?

After Huo Xiangchu was seriously injured, when Wang Xiaolan was running around in Beijing, she vaguely felt that there were several undercurrents staring at the palace, and among the secret letters intercepted, there were many secret orders against Princess Xuan.

She only thought that Wan Yan Jing had a special identity, and someone wanted to take the opportunity to start, so Wang Xiaolan decided to stay in the palace, but she didn't expect Wan Yan Jing to be stupid, and her face was more important than anyone else's, so she refused again and again, and she had to see her go to guard the imperial mausoleum to enjoy it, okay, Wang Xiaolan didn't bother to care about it, and she was still idle when she guarded the imperial mausoleum, and Yan Jing was left alone to worry about this mess.

But the scene in front of her was completely unexpected by her, Wan Yanjing was obviously not like what Lao Xu said, she was accidentally caught as a sacrifice.

She was the target of the Tantric Sect, and the Tantric Sect even dispatched a Grandmaster Realm master for her.

What is the secret of this little princess in a vase?

"Lao Ga is the first master of this temple, and the donor is rude, and the old man asks the donor to leave according to the rules of the temple." The thin monk didn't know what was wrong with his throat, his voice was low and gloomy, as if two pieces of iron were constantly rubbing, and he politely asked Wang Xiaolan to leave, but he was holding Wan Yanjing and blocking the gate, and the golden scepter in his hand was ready to go.

It's actually Ah Xu?!

Wang Xiaolan was shocked, of course she knew this person.

The first seat of the Tantric Sect, Ah Xu, is now more than 190 years old, and the one in the Great Xia Kingdom must be called Master Ah Xu.

Wang Xiaolan felt a little astringent in her throat: "I've seen Master Azhu of the Tantric Sect, but what Master Azhu said is not safe, this is obviously my Yuxiang Temple in Daqin, what does it have to do with your Tanyan Sect?" The master is doing nothing here, using evil magic and witchcraft, and killing the innocent people of my Great Qin......" She glanced at Yan Jing, lifted her waist card, and continued pretending to be relaxed, "I am the secretary of the Inspector General...... General Lang, naturally he can't just watch from the sidelines, he just wants to ask the master, do you really want to act like this? ”

Master Ah Zhu let out a sneer, compared to the Mo Li Lama, who is excellent at cultivating qi and knows nothing in any way, the nearly 200-year-old old monk is very emotional, and his kung fu of reversing black and white is also more profound.

"Cruelty to the people? Amitabha, Lao Gu is ignoring the enemy's borders, in order to rescue the great merit of the people of Qin, this demon girl does not get rid of it, the chaos continues, Lao Qu is doing good things for the heavens. Not to mention ......"

Master Ah Zhu drooped his eyelids and paused: "The general of the Qin State Patrol Division, the fourth grade, and the Qin State is the fourth rank and above officials are enshrined in the register, and the old man will indeed have scruples, but General Wang, you are now just a small deputy guard commander guarding the imperial mausoleum, and you are reluctant to be idle from the sixth rank, and you are also guilty of stealing official tokens, so the old man might as well do good things to the end, and punish you for the Qin State by the way." ”

He knows who I am, and he must know who Yan Jing is.

Wang Xiaolan's hand holding the bow was drenched in a layer of cold sweat, but she still refused to admit defeat on her lips, she suppressed her anger, and she had to die hard.

"You always wear a high hat for yourself, the evil law is the evil law, what do you say for the heavens, I want to see how powerful the grandmaster who has lived more than one hundred and sixty years longer than me is in this mouth!"

The year-end report was so busy that I forgot to update it.

I wish you a happy New Year's Day in advance, 2024 health and health, and red envelopes.

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