The gray-robed man in the mask was slightly stunned, chattering and sneering, and his laughter was like a noisy crow, hoarse and ugly: "Such a humble cultivation, you dare to come to seek death, and the old man will fulfill you." His magic turned sharply, becoming fierce and bloody, and the crescent-shaped light slammed into the barrier, only to hear a wail, and the two barriers turned into nothingness in an instant.

Seeing this, Lilac flew forward and hugged the arms of the gray-robed man tightly, looked back and shouted: "Master, go, go." ”

Before Luo Kui could make any moves, the gray-robed man in the mask let out a loud shout, and with a wave of his arms, he threw the lilac aside and slammed it into the wall.

And the crescent-shaped light turned sharply, and flew away towards Luokui.

Luo Kui took a step back, and her body leaned back heavily, bending into a reverse arc, and the light swept across her face, leaving a shallow blood trail that trembled behind her.

As soon as Luo Kui straightened up, she saw the gray-robed man pushing forward with both palms, and seeing that she was about to hit her closer, she was not chaotic at all, like a slippery snake, her slender waist turned, and in a treacherous attitude, she dodged the man's palm with hidden murderous intent.

And the crescent-shaped brilliance was exhausted, revealing a cold scimitar, trembling in the void, with the sound of whirring wind, with an unavoidable force, stabbing at Luo Kui's vest.

At that time, Luo Kui was able to stand firm, and the scimitar was pressed in front of her with a thick bloody aura, and she obviously had no time to dodge.

"Master, be careful. Du Heng shouted with a desperate face, but he was too far away from Luo Kui, and he was obviously powerless to save him.

The sleeves still covered the face, but the hand hidden in the sleeve curled up into a fist, and the skin covered by the thin bedgown suddenly tightened, and there were traces of blood like a spider's web, and the blood marks were raised and moved quickly towards the heart, forming a worm shadow at the heart, tightly protecting the heart.

Just when Luo Kui was desperate, a slender shadow rushed out of the oblique pull unexpectedly, pounced on her, turned around suddenly, only to hear her muffled snort in pain, the scimitar stabbed into her vest, and the whole person was weak and collapsed in Luo Kui's arms in an instant, but his hand was still holding her body, refusing to let go of the way.

Luo Kui was in great pain, but she was still speechless, she placed Lilac in the corner, covered her face with one hand, pinched a trick, and made a desperate fight for both losers.

At the other side, the spear had shattered the body of the beast, and at the same time, the dense green snakes on the ground were also shattered piece by piece, emitting a disgusting fishy smell.

Du Heng heard the movement behind him, looked back and saw that Lilac was injured, he couldn't help but mourn, and let out a long shout, the spear suddenly swooped down, and the wind swayed the gray-robed man, standing unsteadily, the spear was like a spiritual snake entering the water, with a deafening blasting sound, and the silver firelight was raised, sprinkled everywhere, splashed on the person, and ignited a raging flame.

All of a sudden, the ghost cried and the wolf howled, and burning people was obviously much more lively than just ordering the house.

The gray-robed man in the mask didn't care about the life or death of his peers, and raised his hand in the void with one hand, pulling out the scimitar from Lilac's vest, bringing out a stream of dazzling blood. His eyes lit up fiercely, urging him to stab the scimitar at Falling Kui again.

Luo Kui pinched the trick with one hand, and a bright red long whip leaped out of his sleeve, hovering in front of her, and when she looked closely, the long whip was covered with fine scales, which were actually condensed from the red fireflies.

At this time, the cold night wind swept through the sleeves of Luo Kui's face, lifting a corner.

In just this moment, the face of the gray-robed man in the mask changed greatly, and the magic trick in his hand paused slightly, and he shouted loudly: "You, you are a ......" Before the words were finished, a bright red sword light circled around his neck, and blood suddenly spurted out like a spring, and the person also fell to the ground heavily, his eyes were wide with anger under the mask, but his head rolled to Jingmo's feet, and the blood meandered and swept over his feet.

This scene was too bloody and tragic, and Jingmo and Qu Lian were so frightened that they were so depressed that they all screamed in their throats, hugging each other and shivering.

And Su Zi stood not far away, wearing a white shirt like an immortal, he accepted the magic trick, and the bright red sword light submerged into his fingertips.

After the matter was over, no one was left alive, the courtyard was full of blood stains and stumps and broken arms, and there was a faint bloody breath in the void, and the ownerless scimitar fell to the ground, losing its brilliance, looking a little dim and lonely.

In such a quiet night, this chaotic tragedy did not alarm outsiders, nor did it attract half a crowd of onlookers, it seems that the more cold the winter, the better the sleep. Sure enough, it was a dark moon and a high night, killing people and setting fire, but tonight there was no moon but there was snow, I don't know when, the snow fell silently again, urgent and dense, and the light snow gradually covered the charred stumps and broken arms and black bloodstains, covering all sins and blood, and it was not long before it was a white and vast world.

The cloves were hurt, and Du Heng was sad, but after he went through life and death, he was still able to calmly clean the courtyard, rinse the bloodstains, burn a handful of sandalwood to dispel the blood, and have the time to open the door curtain and take a look at the cloves.

The room was lit with a calm incense of agarwood, the lamp shadow flickered slightly, imprinted on the window paper, dragging out a slender and pale white shadow, the room was dead silent, a little depressed and depressed, like the slender back of the lilac on the bed, even the breath was inaudible.

The blood stains on the lilac vest were a little half dry, sticking the clothes to the skin, and the slightest pull of the clothes brought a whole fragile wound. Luo Kui held the carved copper scissors, carefully cut the clothes around the wound, twisted the warm veil, soaked in half-dried blood little by little, and finally carefully uncovered the clothes covering the vest, revealing the piercing wound on the clotted back, the wound was small but deep to the bone, and the overflowing blood was wrapped in a little green smoke.

And along the wound, green veins like spider webs were born, and the veins were connected, forming a dark green grimace, and the terrible thing was that this grimace was still slowly spreading and expanding. She picked up some blood with her fingers, sniffed it lightly, and her expression changed slightly: "Suzi, it's the heavenly corpse poison." ”

Su Ziwei bowed her head, took a deep breath, and tapped her fingertips lightly around her wound a few times, and then a faint blue floated on the wound, trembling slightly, and the blue submerged into the wound, holding the green cobweb in place, preventing the spread of this thing.

"Master, General Su, Lilac can still be saved. Du Heng didn't know when he flashed in, and asked softly, his voice trembling slightly, implying sadness.

Luo Kui was silent, only nodded: "It's all clean outside." ”

Du Heng said softly: "It's clean." ”

Su Zi breathed a sigh of relief and said calmly: "I have protected Lilac's heart, and my life is safe for the time being, Du Heng, early tomorrow morning, you and I will send Lilac to Qilinguan to heal her injuries, these days, you will stay in the view, if everything goes well, but you will come back in three or five days." ”

Hearing Su Zi say this, Du Heng calmed down, twisted a warm handkerchief, and gently wiped Lilac's face blackened by the fireworks.

The night was still deep, Du Heng hung the lit wind lantern under the porch again, the wind and snow fluttered and swirled and fell, and the shadow was faint, like a light cage in the moonlight, cold but able to illuminate the road ahead.

Su Zi shook Luo Kui's hand and said thoughtfully: "Jingmo will definitely ask about tonight's matter, what are you going to say." ”

Luo Kui raised her eyes outward, and looked quietly for a while, like cotton wool flying snow, a little bit melted into the bottom of her heart, just a mess, she didn't have time to think about anything, but now calmed down, she has noticed the inappropriateness of Jingmo and Qu Lian, since she has noticed it, then naturally she can't tell this fact, she retracted her eyes, looked at the flickering candle flame, and groaned slightly: " Qu Tianxiong used to be a disciple of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect, and he has never been on good terms with Indigo, tonight's incident should have nothing to do with the Indigo Mengguan, and it has nothing to do with what we investigated. It's okay, I just want to deal with the past, just don't reveal what you and I are planning. ”

Su Zi bowed slightly: "It's okay." ”

The courtyard is silent, and a lamp is lit under the window of the main house, a little yellow like fireflies, shining on the pale white window paper, the silhouette of Jingmo is reflected on it, and a look of anxiety and horror can be faintly seen.

He sent Qu Lian back to the room, and then went to Luokui's room in a trance, only to find that the room was empty. He thought about the chaos of the party, only to realize that from beginning to end, Luo Kui never asked him how he was, but he was injured and frightened, and even, he didn't even look at him more, he leaned on the door in despair, wanted to leave but didn't dare, he was really afraid of the danger of tonight, and finally picked up the embroidery pier in front of the dressing table and sat down, looked up suddenly, but saw his overly frightened and pale face in the rhombic glass.

The heavy indigo cotton curtain hit the door frame, and the muffled voice alarmed Jingmo, he got up and looked back suddenly, but saw Luo Kui coming in, and said in a trembling voice: "No, it's okay, Ding, how is Lilac." ”

Luo Kui covered his mouth and yawned, changed benzoin unhurriedly, ignited the charcoal basin, and roasted his hands that were frozen for a while, before he said slowly: "It's okay, it's just some flesh wounds, and it will be fine in a few days." ”

"That's good, that's good. Jing Mo grabbed Luo Kui's hand, held it firmly, and refused to let go for a moment: "It's too scary, who are those people, what are they to kill you." ”

Luo Kui raised her eyes and looked at Jingmo fixedly: "You really want to know." ”

Jing Mo nodded heavily, with a determined expression, he didn't want to live like this, and he didn't want to die in a daze one day.

Du Heng came in with a round tea tray of carved lotus rosewood, and a porcelain bowl with lotus petals resting on it, steaming hot. He handed it to Luo Kui and said softly: "Master, the freshly cooked soothing soup, you can drink a little and rest early." ”