"Zhao... Nianxia..." Mu Qianqian's expression was stiff, and there was mist in her eyes, and in the mist were scarlet bloodshot threads.
She glanced sideways at the mother, daughter and sisters who were covered by the glass light shield, and her whole body almost collapsed.
There was a tearing pain in his heart, and the pain spread all over his limbs and bones along the meridians of his body.
She clutched her heart with both hands, and the severe pain made her body bend uncontrollably. The hairpin that restrained her hair fell to the ground and broke into several pieces. She let her hair down and her whole body trembled.
"Ho ho ho ho... Zhao Nianxia..."
She was laughing, a little painfully.
I don’t know what I’m laughing at.
Maybe she is the only one who knows it.
"Mu Qianqian, stop it." Zhuge Xiaobai looked at Mu Qianqian who was almost curled up into a ball. He could feel Mu Qianqian's pain, which made him a little confused.
But he did not relax his vigilance, but said in a deep voice:
"As long as you don't hurt them, I won't attack you.
Otherwise, don’t blame me for being heartless.
Even if you suffer three calamities and I suffer one calamity, you will not be my opponent. You know it very well.
It’s too late to stop now before it causes a bigger mistake..."
Mu Qianqian was crouched on the ground with her hair disheveled, like a crazy woman that would appear in many ordinary villages.
Wisps of colorful mist began to escape from her body, which was poisonous gas.
"Be careful!" Zhuge Xiaobai waved his hand and flew past, blocking Dugu Mingyue and the others.
The next moment, he froze in place.
At some point, a smooth blade passed quietly from behind him, piercing his heart and tearing out his clothes with a cold light.
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Zhao Wujiang had a cold face.
The cold wind filled his robe, and his sleeves bulged and made a hunting sound.
In front of him stood Lin Yu with a solemn expression.
In front of him and Lin Yu, stood a man with fluttering clothes and as graceful as jade.
The man was dressed in an aqua blue Confucian shirt, with a handsome and gentle appearance, exuding the aura of an elegant scholar.
Perhaps most people who meet a man for the first time will think that he is a gentle and gentle gentleman.
However, this does not include Zhao Wujiang.
The man's name was Yue Bufan, and Zhao Wujiang recognized him deeply.
"Fourth Prince, you and I are really destined to meet here." Yue Bufan smiled calmly and peacefully, and there was not even a hint of coldness in his eyes, even though the Fourth Prince Ji Bochang had teamed up with Zhuge Xiaobai to embarrass him.
Yue Bufan was excited at this time, and his blood was trembling all over.
He found Zhao Wujiang's wife and daughter.
This allowed him to ignore the humiliation that an insignificant person like Ji Bochang had brought to him.
Of course, the neglect was only temporary because he had important things to do.
Afterwards, he will settle the accounts one by one. Everyone who has humiliated him, suppressed him, or failed him will die!
"Yes, we are indeed destined..." Zhao Wujiang smiled faintly:
"Lin Yu, stop him."
"Yes!" Lin Yu's eyebrows became more solemn. This was not the first time he saw Yue Bufan, but at this time, Yue Bufan's cultivation was not obvious, but he intuitively felt that he was several times more dangerous than before.
Zhao Wujiang glanced at Yue Bufan and stepped back.
It wasn't that he didn't want to kill Yue Bufan, but that he sensed a deeper danger.
This danger comes from another direction.
Rather than seeking immediate revenge, he cares more about the safety of those close to him.
He tiptoed, followed his intuition, and the subtle movements in Yue Bufan's eyes that he had noticed before, and hurried towards the southeast.
He stepped on lightning and was as fast as thunder.
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The front of Zhuge Xiaobai's clothes was covered with blood. He clutched the blade tightly, locking his aura on the attacker behind him, and retreated crazily, trying to catch him.
"boom!"
He bumped into the glazed light barrier and realized that there were no attackers behind him, only Zhao Wujiang's wife and daughter who were being protected.
"hehe."
A strange laughter came.
He followed the sound and saw a young man with black hair and a joking smile squatting on the wall, holding a bloody dagger in his hand, looking at him.
The man greeted with a smile:
"Long time no see, Villager Zhuge."
