Ever since Zui Chenxiang discovered the secret of Lichou Pill, he started this plan.
After lurking underwater for a long time, Jiu Meng has entered the world, and his antidote is finally approaching the bottleneck of the last step.
Fortunately it's not too late. Bai Wuque put all his best efforts into this antidote. He will never allow any mistakes!
He must go to the master. Even if he ran away in anger back then, and now he doesn't want to lose face, he will definitely ask for Master's help.
As for these, Dongfang Shiming had never heard of it, so naturally he didn't care.
He knew that Bai Wuque was working hard to develop an antidote, and now he had reached the final hurdle.
It's only half a month, and he, with his oriental poetry, must be bound to do it.
Bai Wuque looked at him deeply. Dongfang Shiming also looked at Bai Wuque. After staring for a long time, Bai Wuque finally bowed deeply to him.
Dongfang Shiming supported him and gently held his hand.
"Work hard. I'm here at the Wine League, ready to welcome you back when you succeed."
"……Thanks."
The two hands were tightly held together, and the warm power was transmitted between the two bodies into a powerful vein.
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That night. Fu Yunge and Yipinhongmei led the crowd back to the ancient wine club, traveling under the starry night.
The cicadas were chirping continuously, and Fu Yunge and Poinsettia were exploring the way forward. In the vast forest, there was no safe place to rest.
The two knew that with the physical strength of the Wine Alliance soldiers, they would definitely be slower. And if you mobilize troops and move people on the road, you will inevitably encounter unexpected dangers.
They had to be fast and ensure that everyone would return safely. Fu Yunge and the two could not go too fast, and always maintained a distance where they could support each other at any time.
Fu Yunge took out the map and looked at it at any time. He discovered that after passing through this wild road, there would be a small market town where they could rest.
"It's finally almost here." Poinsettia glanced behind her and said calmly.
Fu Yunge folded up the map and looked ahead solemnly.
The weeds beside the road were slightly stirred by the wind, and the whispering borers flew away one after another.
The bright moon in the sky was gradually blocked by the previous mountain. The night fell, and the leaves fell into a dark haze.
Suddenly, just as the two of them turned a corner, a cold light struck, killing them suddenly!
Poinsettia and Fu Yunge's martial arts were superior to their attackers. As soon as they met, they were separated by the deep cold light.
Fu Yunge rolled over to the low bushes, but fortunately he only suffered a slight scratch. He jumped up, patted the folds of his clothes, and looked calmly at the sudden assassin.
But the next second, he immediately understood the current situation.
He was not the only one attacking from the opposite side. Behind that man, there were more than twenty masked men blocking the road.
Wearing a pure black headscarf and a fine mesh black gauze, it was obvious that he belonged to Jiuche Xiaoying. The two of them had long expected that there would be obstacles blocking their way, so they were not surprised by these life-seeking ghosts.
However, when Fu Yunge saw clearly the leader who was leading the charge, his eyes suddenly filled with blazing anger!
He never thought that he could actually meet her.
He had sworn before that he would kill this person himself. Finally God opened his eyes and he finally saw her again.
The attacker was none other than Mu Xuehua, the mastermind behind the massacre of the Ju family and his son in the battle at Pazhuang!
Poinsettia next to her was about to draw her sword when she suddenly heard Fu Yunge whispering: "Senior, just leave this person to me to deal with it."
The forest wind stirred, blowing the grass and trees. The black moon in the sky still lingers among the dark clouds, but under the Wuming Mountain, a bit of coldness blows away the heat of the summer night.
Poinsettia turned to look at him. Fu Yunge had slowly stepped forward at this time, his expression solemn, as if weeping, as if mourning. But under his eyelids, the anger that could not be hidden was blazing.
He did not hesitate, but quickly retreated from the battlefield and handed it over to Fu Yunge.
Mu Xuehua didn't recognize who this was at first. But after taking a closer look, memories gradually emerged in her mind.
"Is it you?" She mocked in a sharp tone, "You are really lucky if you didn't die that night."
Fu Yunge didn't say much, his clenched fists creaked and trembled.
When Poinsettia saw Mu Xuehua's strange clothes, she expected that there must be a hidden weapon. Moreover, she was holding a thin sword, and Fuyun Singer was unarmed, so it might not be safe.
After thinking about it, he tilted his shoulder, and the red plum sword flew out in an instant and was inserted in front of Fu Yunge's body.
"As soon as possible." Poinsettia looked back indifferently, "They should be here soon. Don't fight for too long."
Fu Yunge nodded and reached out to hold the warm hilt of the sword.
A cold cold light shot out from the ground. Fu Yunge's sword pointed straight at him, and the perseverance between his brows was colder than the sword.
When Mu Xuehua saw this, she was actually very upset. She could tell that the person next to Fu Yunge had extraordinary cultivation, and secretly gritted her teeth.
Determined to strike first, Mu Xuehua no longer hesitated, her graceful posture moved slightly, her steps seemed like phantoms, and she stabbed Fu Yunge!
Fu Yunge's eyes are awe-inspiring, towering like a mountain, and moving like a tiger and leopard descending the mountain. The poinsettia and his figure moved at the same time, heading towards the subordinates behind Mu Xuehua.
Mu Xuehua had no intention of caring about the life and death of her subordinates. She knew that her only chance of survival was to kill this young man. Therefore, he tried to be ruthless in his attacks, without reservation. The rapier changed, and it was about to pierce Fu Yunge's throat!
Fu Yunge knew that her weapons were unpredictable, so she did not rush to attack to avoid being at a disadvantage. Seeing that Mu Xuehua was determined to fight for his life, he naturally wanted it.
