The next day, the small county town downstream of Pingshawan ushered in an unquiet day.

Since the morning, many strange people have appeared in the small villages outside the county seat, going in and out of various houses, asking about some strange things.

"Strange young man? No, I heard that many officers and soldiers had come to the river yesterday afternoon, and my Hun family said that they had come to catch the robbers, but there seemed to be no disturbance, and I heard that they would go back by boat in the evening. ”

"This master, do you want to find someone? Just ask me about this kind of thing, I'm a well-known know-it-all here, and there is nothing I don't know about within a hundred miles of the neighborhood, but what about the price...... Ouch, thank you, uncle, thank you, what do you want to know, just ask, I must know everything!"

"Lang Zhong, there is only one Mr. Su, who is a famous miracle doctor in the vicinity, if you have any headaches and brain fever......

The only pharmacy in the small county town has long been empty, and even the apprentice has disappeared, but the room full of medicinal materials has not been moved, and he is not afraid of being taken away.

"We seem to be a step too late. Amid the pungent smell of medicine that filled the room, an old man dressed in a red coat said with a frown.

Another old man in a green robe beside him sneered: "The people in the government are all alarmed, how can we still drink soup!"

"Then we're here for nothing?" said a young man who followed behind the two old men with a reluctant face.

"Not necessarily!" This voice came from outside the pharmacy, and the person who spoke was an old man in a purple crown and purple shirt, he covered his nose and said coldly, "That little ghost can't have calculated in advance that he would be besieged, he must have been rescued by the locals first." Those people in the Demon Gate seem to be perverse and gloomy, but sometimes they are more pedantic than the Taoist gentlemen, saving lives is not a trivial matter, as long as we find the person who saved him, the matter is half done!"

The young man turned his face excitedly: "Third grandfather, do you have a way?"

"Grab a few people and ask who this Lang Zhong went to meet two days ago, don't you know?"

Two quarters of an hour later, more than a dozen big men surrounded the three old and one young man to a small attic, and broke in without saying a word.

The room was empty, with four walls, and even the tables, chairs, and bedboards were gone.

"We seem to be late again. If that guy wasn't stupid, he must have run away with the people from the government!"

"Not necessarily. The old man in the purple shirt strode forward, crossed the old man in red clothes, and his eyes as sharp as an eagle scanned the room, and then burst out with a cold shout, "Don't get out of here yet!"

There was a painful groan in the void, the air rippled like a circle on the surface of the water, and the surrounding scenery gradually changed, and tables, chairs, murals, and other objects appeared everywhere in the house. And the most eye-catching thing is the woman who fell to the ground and bleed from the corner of her mouth, her face was extremely delicate, her face was pale, she weakly propped up half of her body, gritted her silver teeth and looked out of the door, her eyes were sad and moving.

The old man in the purple shirt smiled: "It turned out to be a little flower demon!"

"Third grandfather, let's do it slowly!" The young man stepped in a few steps, grabbed in front of the old man in the purple shirt, looked Mei'er up and down, licked his lips, his eyes showed an obscene light, and laughed in a low voice, "Leave this kind of thing to me!"

At the same time, a blue-shirted girl in the ownerless medicine shop was looking down at the footprints on the ground, and suddenly raised her head with a sense of feeling, and her face was flushed with a hint of awe.

Two miles to the south, there were violent aura fluctuations!

With a twist of her tiptoes, her figure dissipated like light smoke from the spot, and she reappeared on the eaves of a pawnshop dozens of streets away. This is the highest place in the neighborhood, and you can see everything in the county at a glance. With her eyesight, what was happening in the attic in the distance could not be concealed from her senses.

"The red cherry blossoms, green willows, and purple are fluttering, and the son of Liufang is less than Dongguo. Even they were lured out......"

The combat power of the three old guys joining forces is enough to be comparable to the three elders of Huangyan, plus a young man who stays behind, Yu Hanyan really has no confidence in retreating. But with her wit, after finding so many clues, how could she not guess the meaning of the struggling woman in the attic to her junior brother?

That fool, with the same pride as her, would never owe a favor.

If that woman is allowed to fall into the hands of the three elders, it will be a disaster for both the junior brother and himself!

However, after a moment of hesitation, Yu Hanyan settled his mind, and his body jumped up in the air, like a blue cloud of smoke, drifting away into the distance.

Her figure was not much inferior to Die Shumeng, and she deliberately restrained her breath and approached from the back of the attic. By the time the red cherry blossoms and green willows and others found out about the abnormality, it was already a little late.

"Jade Hanyan!"

The first to react was Zi Piaosha, who shook half of the wall with one palm, rushing out of the splashing wood dust, only to find that Yu Hanyan was only shaking in front of the windowsill, and the actual breath had already appeared in the corridor.

Zi Piaoyao didn't even have time to scream and scold, so he slammed into the wall on the other side with a muffled sound and ran in the direction where Dong Guo Shao was. His two elder brothers, red cherry blossoms and green willows, are not known for their speed, and it is simply wishful thinking to expect those two young swordsmen who are blocking this ghost-like girl, and they only hope that the young children can resist a few more rounds and hold on until they arrive.

At this time, Dong Guo Shao had already pressed Mei'er under him, and was vigorously tearing her underwear, and a large area of white skin as white as snow was exposed to the air, making the beast in his blood even more crazy.

But he is also alert, and when a terrible wind hits from behind, he immediately bounces up from the ground, dodging a deadly sword, and does not forget to wave the iron fan back, scattering large white dust dust.

Yu Hanyan held his breath and rushed straight forward, like a cold moonlight shrouded in his body, the momentum continued through the white powder rain curtain, and a sword pierced into Mei'er's heart who had no time to react!

There was only a small sound, and a flower of life withered and withered.

Dong Guo Shao was stunned.

Yu Hanyan pulled back his long sword, and a wisp of blood shot out, dyeing a poignant pattern on the blue silk shirt. She turned around indifferently and looked at Dong Guo Shao with a sluggish face, and an irrepressible anger suddenly appeared in her heart.

Some things may never be forgiven, and some things may never be resolved. And the root of all this tragedy is 'It's all because of you!'

The intention was to move the sword, and the snowy light was shining towards Dong Guo Shaodang's hood. Dong Guo Shao seemed to be unconscious, looking at the pretty face of Yu Hanyan with frost in a daze, and his soul was turned upside down, as if he felt that even if he died in the hands of the fairy, it would be in vain.

Under the magic of dreaming, the lust in the hearts of mortals will be infinitely magnified until they are burned and buried.