When Yu Miaohe heard that Mu Yun was determined to break the restriction, he shook his head and said with a bitter smile: "You fool, you really don't know how high the sky is. If the restriction of this muscle-forging and pulse-locking hand can be easily broken, how can my senior brother use it on him?"
Xing Zhiying had already seen Yu Bingru in Yu Miaohe's arms, and immediately asked hesitantly: "What's wrong with sister Yu? Is she injured, or is she also restrained?"
Yu Miaohe felt ashamed and said calmly: "Miss Xiao Yu is fine. By the way, niece Xing, you left without saying goodbye after explaining last night. Mr. Xing also said that you didn't go home. What's the reason for this?"
Xing Zhiying shook her head and said: "Thank you, Senior Yu, for your concern. There is nothing wrong with my niece. Let's go into the forest first to avoid exposing our traces."
The two of them had their own thoughts and didn't want to tell them, but they were tacitly understanding each other at the moment. Yu Miaohe followed Xing Zhiying into the forest, and said sincerely in admiration as he walked: "Niece Xing's Feihong stepping on the snow is really superb.
Not a single trace was left.”
Xing Zhiying smiled shyly and said: "Senior Yu, thank you for your praise. Your Hua Wuying body technique is even more outstanding. My niece is a late student and is still much worse than you."
Yu Miaohe smiled secretly, and then asked again: "What is the origin of niece Xing's helper? Is he planning to distract the pursuers?"
Xing Zhiying seemed to be paused, and said rather awkwardly: "That person...actually my niece is not familiar with him either. This time he just acted out of necessity and has nothing to do with my niece."
Yu Miaohe heard Xing Zhiying's shaky words and guessed that the crux must be that person, so he continued to make insinuations.
At this moment, he saw a sitting figure appearing in front of him. A bright light appeared all over his body, and the holy energy was flowing and steaming like mist. Could it be Mu Yun?
Yu Miaohe was shocked after just one glance, and blurted out: "What? This kid actually practiced the Divine Art of Light?"
Xing Zhiying said in surprise: "The Divine Art of Light? Is it an internal skill of the Kunlun Sect?"
Yu Miaohe knew he had made a mistake and said helplessly: "It's nothing. It's just that this kid can actually use his body to fight against the muscle-forging and pulse-locking hand. It's really impressive."
Xing Zhiying didn't want to delve deeper, so she took the opportunity to ask again: "Is Sister Yu really okay? But why does she look so bad?"
Yu Miaohe knew that he could not hide it, and when he was filled with distress, Mu Yun seemed to sense something, and his eyes suddenly opened.
At the same time that the holy energy returned to his body, he saw Mu Yun jump up, take three steps and two steps at a time to approach, and asked with concern on his face: "What's wrong, senior sister? Why are you unconscious?"
Yu Miaohe'e frowned and asked without answering: "How is your situation now? Have you broken the restriction on the muscle-forging and pulse-locking hands?"
Mu Yun shook his head and said: "It's not broken yet. Although the pain of forging the muscles has been eliminated, the restriction of the locked veins is still there. At the moment, I can only use three successes at most."
Yu Miaohe breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's very rare. At least it won't be a burden when running, and I can save some energy."
Mu Yun couldn't help but smile bitterly and said: "Xing... my adopted sister just mentioned to the junior that I would like to thank you for taking care of me tonight, but I am confident that I am not guilty and there is really no need to run away."
Yu Miaohe snorted coldly: "You idiot is so naive. If you have not committed a crime, you will not be punished. Is there any unjust, false or wrongful conviction in the world?"
"Besides, it's hard to say whether you are guilty or not. If it is you who killed Master Nephew Du, I will definitely bring you to justice with my own hands."
Seeing helplessness, Mu Yun frowned and said, "It's not too late for us to discuss this matter later, but what happened to Senior Sister?"
Yu Miaohe choked immediately. Seeing this, Xing Zhiying couldn't hide her panic and said: "Sister Yu is really injured? Is the injury serious?"
Yu Miaohe looked helpless, and finally sighed softly: "Miss Xiao Yu was hit by my senior brother's heart-piercing sword Gu. Her heart veins have been severely damaged. I'm afraid she will...sigh in the future."
Mu Yun and Xing Zhiying observed the words and expressions, and their hearts were shocked. Mu Yun couldn't help but said in panic: "What might happen in the future?"
Yu Miaohe hesitated for a moment, then slowly shook his head and said: "Since the heart pulse has been damaged, even if it is properly treated in the future, it will definitely lead to heart disease."
"Especially because the movement of internal energy is blocked, Miss Yu's martial arts practice in this lifetime may be ruined."
Mu Yun felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave when he heard this, but his anger suddenly flared up. He gritted his teeth and said, "Why is that person named Tong so cruel? Senior sister has never killed any of your disciples!"
Although Xing Zhiying pursed her lips and remained silent, the annoyance in her eyes was no less than that of Mu Yun. Yu Miaohe had no way to argue, so he could only sigh and said: "This heart-piercing sword Gu is a killer move, and my senior brother did go too far this time.
Sigh...but you have to blame me, why do you have to arrange for Miss Yu to have a divorce?"
Mu Yun heard the implication of Yu Miaohe's words, and the hatred in his heart immediately turned into guilt, and he said hoarsely in his mind: "Since it was the man named Tong who committed the murder, is there any way to cure him? I will go back with you to stand trial. It doesn't matter."
, as long as the person named Tong is willing to let Senior Sister go."
Yu Miaohe was filled with emotion and helplessness. After a moment, he said solemnly: "You idiot is so confused. You will only die if you go back. Doesn't it mean that Miss Xiaoyu's sacrifice was in vain? My senior brother is indeed very skilled, but he can only protect him temporarily.
How easy is it to heal Miss Xiao Yu’s heart?"
Mu Yun's last hope was shattered, and he suddenly felt like a huge stone was stuck in his chest. He had just overcome the pain of forging his muscles, and his Qi pulse was not flowing smoothly. This made it worse, and he choked out a stream of blood on the spot.
Xing Zhiying hurriedly supported Mu Yun and patted him on the back to cheer him up. Yu Miaohe was also filled with sadness. When she was lost in thought, she suddenly heard a familiar roar in her ears, and her face turned pale in horror.
Mu Yun glanced at him clearly, and stood up straight with difficulty and said, "Is that the guy named Tong who is chasing me? Huh... I was tricked by my senior last time, so I have to get to know him well this time. In addition, I must ask him clearly.
Understand why you want to kill Senior Sister!"
Seeing that Mu Yun couldn't even stand, Yu Miaohe smiled secretly and waved his hands: "You idiot, you don't have to pretend to be a hero. You are no match for my senior brother even if you try your best, not to mention that you only have three successful powers left now? So?
Let me go see my senior brother."
After she finished speaking, without waiting for Mu Yun to refute, she pushed Yu Bingru into his arms and said in a serious voice: "Use your inner strength to protect Miss Yu's heart. If that doesn't work, ask niece Xing for help. If you really dare to run,
If you go out to die, Miss Xiao Yu is destined to be buried with you."
Mu Yun was so choked that he couldn't speak. He could only hug Yu Bingru pitifully, and put his palms on his vest to let in the true energy. He vaguely recalled that he had been so "close" with her at the birthday banquet a few days ago.
"I came into contact with him, but my mood at that time was completely different.
Yu Miaohe sighed in his heart, and as he turned around and left, he murmured to himself: "Senior brother, senior brother, why are we forcing each other so hard?"
The night wind was rustling and the moonlight was faint, but I saw the woman in red slowly walking out of the forest. Although there was a self-deprecating smile on her pretty face, her eyes clearly showed the long-lost determination.