......

Su Changqing pursed his lips, his eyes were firm, he clenched the pig-killing knife in his hand, and slashed down at the black mist that rushed towards him.

With the knife slashing into the black mist, this black mist was as if it had been cut into the entity, and it shouted in pain, its voice was sharp and piercing, as if the sound of a fierce cat being stepped on its tail, as if even his figure had really faded a lot.

It's just that this vicious slash seems to inspire the ferocity in the heart of this black mist, and I saw it shake a few times, and once again let out a sharp cry from its mouth, and it pounced on him fiercely like a hungry tiger pounced on food.

It's just that at this critical moment, at the door, there was a sudden shout, and then, accompanied by this obviously woman's voice, a cold light, like a white snake, quickly shot from the door, and deftly burrowed into the figure of the black mist.

With a terrible scream, the black mist was split by this sword light, and it dispersed like smoke, and finally was blown by the cold wind and dissipated without a trace.

"Are you alright, old man?"

A soft female voice sounded from outside the door.

Su Changqing looked for prestige, and saw a woman in yellow standing outside the door with a ...... in her hand Twig?

Could it be that the cold light from before came out of this branch?

He was a little stunned, when he saw that the woman in yellow in front of him did not wait for him to speak, so she stepped out of the threshold and hurried towards the side room.

Isn't this female doll ...... What the little master of Yuanguang said about the Huang Shizhu?

Su Changqing thought in his heart, barely standing up from the ruins of the collapsed wooden bed, he looked around, and then sat on the intact chair next to him, panting constantly.

In this mansion, although the power of the system has been strengthened, and the walls are very solid, the furniture inside is still the same, and it will still break if it is cut by a knife or a sword.

I don't know where I should sleep when this tomorrow comes.

But...... It depends on whether you can survive or not.

Su Changqing sighed lightly, he had a lot of thoughts about this battle in his mind, but because he was an outsider, he didn't know much about these things at all.

There are many details in his heart, such as the whereabouts of Yuanguang these days, the wonder of this teahouse, and the weirdness of the hotel.

Maybe...... If he stops tonight, he may not be able to stop these troubles......

And I have been dull these days...... Probably also ...... Gone forever, right?

He was thinking about it here, when he suddenly heard a few chaotic footsteps outside, and then a big dog with a white coat and a red coat came running in from outside.

"Leaves!"

When Su Changqing saw this figure, his mouth was immediately filled with joy, but when he saw his embarrassed appearance at the moment, his tone was filled with undetectable distress.

The big white dog ran in panting, and as soon as he entered the room, it was as if he had found the backbone, and kept turning around Su Changqing, and finally, he lay quietly at his feet.

At this time, his body was already scarred, the blood dyed his white fur crimson, and even as he walked all the way, the blood on his body kept falling to the ground bit by bit, looking quite embarrassed.

"You're hurt?"

Su Changqing said pitifully and touched his head.

The leaves lay on the ground, sticking out their tongues, panting constantly, seeing the distress in his eyes, licking his rough palms as if soothingly.

One man and one dog sat on the ground, silently recuperating, but none of them ran to the side house to help.

It's not because they don't want to help, but because they are all injured, and the leaves are injured, not to mention Su Changqing, if the treatment is not timely, I'm afraid the legs will be wasted, and now run to the side house, what can he help?

They gasped quietly, and the air was filled with silence for a moment, and when they listened closely, they could hear a crackling sound coming from the side room, as if it was the sound of swords dancing and gold and iron in unison.

And while they were resting, there was no more black mist that burst in from outside.

Time just passed minute by minute.

......

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The light of the morning sun slowly rose from the top of the mountain, the breeze gently blew the leaves, and the ground was covered with a layer of white light, while above the high mountain, a veil-like white mist flowed between the hills.

In the Su family's mansion, a bald-headed young monk sat on the dirt floor tiredly, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and sighed softly.

Soon, however, he struggled to his feet, dragged his tired legs, and made his way to the bedroom of the main house.

"Lord Su Shi...... I'm really sorry to make your house look like this......"

As soon as he entered the room, he lowered his head and hurriedly said sorry to Su Changqing, but he only said it for a while, but he still didn't hear anyone answer.

I guess I'm angry.

Yuan Guang thought so, and deep down he felt more and more guilty.

There was a slight apology in his eyes, but as soon as he looked up, he was shocked in his heart.

I saw a man and a dog in the house, who had fallen to the ground at this moment, their eyes closed, and they seemed to be unconscious.

This is......

The young monk felt bad, and when he saw the blood stains on their bodies, he was so frightened that he couldn't help but take a step back.

But soon, he settled down, hurried forward, stretched out his gently trembling fingers, and carefully placed them under the nose of the white-haired old man in front of him.

Soon, though, he felt a faint snort slowly reach his fingers, with a hint of wetness.

It's okay, it's okay.

Yuan Guang took a long breath, and after finding that Su Changqing was fine, but he fainted, he turned his head to look around, only to find that this master bedroom was also in a mess.

Seeing such a scene, the guilt in his heart became even stronger.

Because the bed in the side room had not collapsed yet, he picked up Su Changqing from the ground, stepped out of the threshold, and walked into the courtyard.

"A net. He opened his mouth to look at the little monk standing beside him, "Quickly carry the big white dog in the room to the bed." ”

"Oh. ”

The little monk nodded, looking at Su Changqing in his brother's arms, the facial features on his face were wrinkled, and tears were about to come out.

In his thoughts, if he hadn't worked hard to persuade Su Changqing to go with him, presumably Su Shizhu would not have become like this now.