"Ah...you-" Ju Lao turned around in shock, sticky blood sliding down his beard from the corner of his mouth, and severe pain spread from his chest to his whole body like an electric shock.
Ju Wuzhu didn't wait for Ju Lao to speak, and the terrifying smile on his face became even more ferocious.
He raised his foot and kicked Mr. Ju down to the hall. The change happened so fast that Mr. Ju was caught off guard. He rolled down into the puddle-filled yard in a few seconds, his body covered in mud and blood. In addition to his embarrassment, there was even more panic written on his face.
Before Ju Lao could ask, "Ju Wuzhu" sneered and grabbed the gap under his chin, and took off the disguise mask attached to his face.
Because it was so realistic and he had done enough homework, no one suspected that he was hiding in the Gu family winery.
Under the mask is the face of a charming woman.
"Introduction, my name is Mu Xuehua." The woman snorted coldly and threw away the mask.
"You, you..." Ju Lao really didn't expect this horrifying turn of events, but what frightened him the most was not his own death, but the whereabouts of his son.
Mu Xuehua pursed her lips and revealed a snake-like smile: "I'm sorry to tell you that your son just died yesterday. But don't be so disappointed, because your family will be reunited soon."
"What..." Ju Laogen's beard, which was covered with water drops, couldn't help but tremble.
He felt that everything was dark in front of him, and it was difficult to accept the sudden bad news.
Mu Xuehua watched Ju Lao struggling desperately in the mud as if she was enjoying it. Suddenly, she showed something from behind to show Ju Lao: "Look, what is this."
A golden shadow flashed in the hazy night, and Ju Lao's eyes widened again.
What Mu Xuehua held in his hand turned out to be Golden Wind Peony!
"If you miss one move, you will lose the whole game."
Mu Xuehua gently stroked the stamens of the golden wind peony, her smile looked as scary as a devil in the dark night.
Raindrops fell on the petals of the golden wind peony, and the crystals glowed faintly. Ju Lao's eyes were wet with rain. He tried in vain to stand up and fight Mu Xuehua, but due to excessive blood loss, his arms no longer had the strength to support his body.
Mu Xuehua sneered slightly, put the Golden Wind Peony into a wooden box, hung it around her waist and prepared to leave.
However, as soon as she reached the eaves, Ju Lao stretched out his hands in great pain and grabbed her ankles tightly. He gritted his teeth and concentrated all his strength on his hands, refusing to let her leave just like that.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the clothes on Ju Lao's body were soaked like a pile of mud, and gurgling blood silently covered the ground of the yard in the dark rainy night.
His consciousness had long since faded, but he still held Mu Xuehua tightly with both hands. This was the last thing he could do for his son and everyone else, even though it was so insignificant, like a candle in this stormy haze.
The wooden snowflakes were also wet. She originally wanted to see what else he was capable of, but after realizing that he was already on the verge of death, she had no interest in continuing to pester him. Since she couldn't pull away Ju Lao's hand, she simply took off her shoes and headed to the wine cellar behind the winery.
Soon, there was an explosion from Chateau Ju's! Then came the bright and noisy sky of fire, which was still blazing and terrifying under the cover of wind and rain.
Fu Yunge and Chong Daocheng were shocked when they heard the explosion. They suppressed their injuries, quickened their pace, and went straight to the Jushi Winery, where the situation was unknown.
"Hmph." Mu Xuehua stood on the eaves of the main entrance of Ju's Winery, admiring the fire from a distance in the dark and windy night, with the corners of her mouth raised proudly.
Suddenly, two voices rushing through puddles caught her attention.
Turning her head and looking down, she recognized Fu Yunge and Chong Daocheng.
The two also spotted her. Fu Yunge first recognized that the clothes she was wearing were those of Ju Wuzhu. He raised his head and shouted loudly, "Who are you? Why are you pretending to be Mr. Ju Wuzhu?"
"You guys are really good, you arrived so quickly." Mu Xuehua chuckled, "Are you good at qinggong, or do you have some brains?"
"Damn it!" Chong Daocheng took advantage of the firelight to see the box hanging on her waist. It was probably the Golden Wind Peony inside. He raised his finger and shouted: "Put down the Golden Wind Peony!"
"Oh," Mu Xuehua still had the same nonchalant and frivolous attitude, "It seems that he has some brains. Let me introduce, I am Mu Xuehua. I want to order the Golden Wind Peony, and you can't get it from me. Walk."
"Dogs look down on people!" Chong Daocheng shouted, summoning up the last remaining strength in his body, he flew to step onto the eaves.
Fu Yunge thought of the name Mu Xuehua. It seemed that he had mentioned it before. His strength should be similar to that of Lao Aotou at that time.
But now that Chong Daocheng has exhausted all his strength, what can he do if he rushes forward? Just as Fu Yunge was about to stop him, he was still a step too late. Chong Daocheng had already jumped up, as if he was about to fight with Mu Xuehua.
Just when he was about to step onto the corner of the eaves, several points of blue light burst out behind Mu Xuehua, cutting the threads of the rainwater, and making a sharp and ear-piercing sound across the dark night.
Fu Yunge didn't wait for a reaction, but several bee-headed darts were already stabbing him. Fortunately, he was proficient in martial arts. He rolled his body into a puddle and avoided those fatal attacks.
But at the same time, Chong Daocheng's tall figure fell straight from the air, and then hit the ground heavily.
Fu Yunge just stood up, and when he saw this, he hurriedly leaned over to check on Chong Daocheng. After all, he couldn't avoid hidden weapons in the air. At this time, he saw that his throat and several other places had been hit by darts, and he was about to die. .
"You...!!" Fu Yunge turned his head away angrily, his pupils reflecting the distant firelight.
Mu Xuehua originally wanted to play with the boy in front of her for a while longer, but after thinking about something, she stopped delaying here.
She suddenly started Qinggong, and finally gave Fu Yunge a cold and charming look, and her figure immediately flew into the distance.
"Bastard!" Fu Yunge slammed his fist on the ground several times, but his anger could not be eliminated. The cold rain shed tears, soaking his whole body with the bone-chilling cold air. Under the wet cuffs, there was the same bright red blood of different companions.
