He was about twenty years old, wearing a white robe, with silver-white hair, and the staff in his hand was also silver-white.

Under the silver hair, the slender peach blossom eyes rippled with a hint of mockery.

Behind him, dozens of crescent white robes fell in the wind and stood behind the man.

Hao Qingyou subconsciously stepped back and walked to the side.

Who knew that she moved, and several of the people in white long gowns moved, blocking their way in minutes.

"Are you from the Mercenary Union?"

"What are you going to do?!"

Hao Qingyou was alert and retreated.

"What are you doing? Let me bring you a message!"

"What message?!"

The silver-haired man picked up a smile on the corner of his lips: "A message to the ghost!!"

Hao Qingyou's eyebrows suddenly clumped: "What?"

Before he finished speaking, a stinging pain suddenly came from his lower abdomen.

"puff!"

Blood splattered.

The stick in the silver-haired man's hand penetrated her lower abdomen.

"Bang!"

The burden in your hand fell to the ground!

"you……"

The silver-haired man pressed his body against his body and whispered with his ears.

"If you can still see the ghost alive, tell him a word, you... are just the beginning!"

The stick was pulled out fiercely, bringing out a ball of flesh and blood.

Hao Qingyou screamed and fell to the ground, twitching all over.

The silver-haired man licked the blood from the stick with his tongue and slowly turned around and left.

——

In the Mercenary Union, Feng Chenglin was still pestering Ling Luoyu to ask about the outside.

Qu Si almost stumbled in.

"Fat Master..."

Feng Chenglin shook his head impatiently: "What's wrong? This time it's still a beautiful girl?!"

Qu Si's face was pale: "Yes...yes..."

Feng Chenglin's joking heart disappeared in an instant: "What is it? Is it Qingyou her...what is wrong?"

"What happened to Miss Hao..."

Before Qu Si could finish speaking, Feng Chenglin's figure had already rushed out.

When Hao Qingyou, covered in blood, fell into her eyes, Feng Chenglin's legs instantly lost consciousness and fell to the ground.

"Qingyou..."

He climbed out with both hands and feet, his eyes were scattered and panicked, and he didn't know how to start.

"Qingyou..."

"Don't touch her!"

Ling Luoyu's wrist sank sharply and stopped Feng Chenglin.

"Qu Si, take him aside!"

The mercenaries who followed him cleared half of the streets around him, set up a wall of people, and protected Hao Qingyou in the middle.

Qu Si wanted to pull Feng Chenglin to one side, but he pushed it away.

"Don't touch me..."

He roared and rushed towards Hao Qingyou, but was hugged by Qu Si.

"Fat Master, calm down!"

Ling Luoyu flipped his fingertips and bounced his finger towards Feng Chenglin's lower abdomen.

"Shut up!"

Feng Chenglin suffered a pain, and the pain curled up, but he collapsed and cried bitterly in an instant.

"Qingyou...San Shao, you have to save her! You must save her..."

Ling Luoyu's eyes were dark, and his fingertips gently tapped Hao Qingyou's wrists, and the Chaos Yuan Spirit spread into his body.

The moment she passed her lower abdomen, Ling Luoyu's eyes trembled violently, and he suddenly stared at Feng Chenglin.

At that moment, Feng Chenglin saw the tears coming out of her eyes, and the breathing pain instantly stopped.

"Three Young Master..."

He looked at Hao Qingyou in disbelief.

"How is she...she?"

"Fatty, I'm sorry..."

Feng Chenglin seemed to collapse and collapsed on the ground.

Ling Luoyu's lips opened slightly, and after a long time, he stuttered: "Fatty, I'm sorry...I can save Qingyou, but..."

Feng Chenglin's eyes lit up suddenly, but at the same time he didn't understand what she was.

"San Master, you said, I will find a way to get you whatever you need, as long as I can save Qingyou..."

"Fatty, I can save Qingyou... but I can't save the child... I'm sorry..."
Chapter completed!