The middle-aged man finally breathed and slapped Yanhong's back with a palm.

"Wow"

She opened her mouth and spit out a sip of water, breathed heavily, and opened her eyes in a mess.

In front of her, Ling Luoyu was suppressed by the old man's gray and black air.

"Bitch!"

Yanhong gritted her teeth, and there was a dagger with green light on her back.

"I dare to attack me, I will kill you!"

She suddenly flew up and stabbed the dagger into Ling Luoyu's chest.

The dagger is poisoned, even if it cannot kill her, it can kill her if it hurts her!

In the sky, Ding Temple saw the green light with sharp eyes and exclaimed: "Be careful..."

Yanhong sneered: "Be careful..."

Be careful that there is nothing to do!!

She was so close that she was caught off guard.

Ling Luoyu wants to avoid it?

Dream!!!

The warning sound of the temple was still lingering in my ears, and the rouge dagger had already broken into Ling Luoyu's presence.

In her Mo Ran's eyes, Yanhong saw her reflection and also saw the green dagger sharp blade.

In the blink of an eye, the dagger stabbed into Ling Luoyu's chest.

"No……"

Feng Chenglin never dreamed that Ling Luoyu had no intention of hiding.

"Three Young Master..."

What's going on?

Why was she just watching the dagger pierce into her body?

With her cultivation level, she shouldn’t sit still like this and wait for death?!

The years in his mind popped up in a mess, making him not know what to do for a moment.

Just as he was in a daze and stunned, Ling Luoyu's figure seemed to disappear and suddenly faded.

Before she could blink, a figure suddenly appeared at her place.

"puff"

The dagger pierced into the figure's chest.

Almost instantly, everyone's eyes widened incredibly, and they all stood there like a ghost-

"What's going on?" Ding Temple almost fell off the flying beast like a loss of soul.

Feng Chenglin also stared at the sight of a confused person: "This...is... the third young master?"

The middle-aged man was strangely replaced by where Ling Luoyu was.

The rouge dagger was pierced on his chest.

"Senior brother..."

Yanhong held the dagger in his hand and looked at the face opposite him in disbelief.

"You...why are you?"

What's going on?

When she thrust, it was Ling Luoyu's figure, so why did she change it to her senior brother now?

Not only she couldn't believe it, but the middle-aged man who was pricked at the center of the body also didn't understand it-

He was sitting there, but in the blink of an eye, he became a wronged soul who died under Yanhong's hands?

He held Yanhong's wrist with one hand and raised his head and looked at the old man with difficulty.

“Master…”

The old man only woke up at this time and suddenly withdrew his anger, held the middle-aged man's back with one hand and pulled out the dagger with the other.

"Senior brother..."

On the dagger, the fishy and pungent smell hit the mind, reminding Yanhong.

She quickly turned out a small bottle from her waist, poured out two pills, and stuffed them into the middle-aged man's mouth.

But before he could swallow it, his face quickly turned blue and purple.

The poison enters the bloodline and is difficult to remove.

Not to mention, where she plunged into it was her heart meridian.

As the blood flows, it can spread throughout the body in the blink of an eye.

The middle-aged man twitched a few times in the old man's arms, grabbed Yanhong's hand unwillingly, and stared at her with his eyes tightly.

"Junior sister...you..."

Yanhong shook her head in horror and broke away from him at a loss: "Senior brother, I..."
Chapter completed!