"Ziyou, do you still recognize me?" The old woman was leaning on a cane, her sallow face exposed from her cloak.
"Ziyou dare not forget the kindness of my mother-in-law!" Yun Ziyou looked more respectful than ever. When Yan Xiaoyu next to him saw this situation, he also hurriedly knelt down.
"Don't you dare to forget?" the old woman laughed, "How many brothers have been killed by you in the Ghost Realm in the past few years? Why, I have to come out of the valley in person before I can take you back?"
Yan Xiaoyu shook her head and tugged Yun Ziyou's sleeve tightly. She knelt down anxiously and took a few steps forward. She said to the old woman, "Mother-in-law, please spare Ziyou. He has also suffered a lot in these years."
…”
The old woman's cold eyes fell on Yan Xiaoyu, and she coughed a few times, "Are you the eldest girl of the Wei family, Wei Yifang?"
"No, I'm not..." Yan Xiaoyu shook her head and wanted to explain, but was stopped by Yun Ziyou. He knelt down in front of Yan Xiaoyu, "Mother-in-law, I am willing to go back to the Ghost Realm with you to claim your guilt, but please
Don't hurt her..."
The old woman smiled sinisterly, and her skinny hands seemed to carry a kind of magic power. Her gaze circled around Yan Xiaoyu several times. Yan Xiaoyu suddenly felt like she had lost her soul, so she stood up and walked towards the old woman.
Yun Ziyou was horrified. He stood up and pulled Yan Xiaoyu behind him. Yan Xiaoyu suddenly woke up. He stared at the old woman with an ugly face, "Mother-in-law, if you want to hurt Xiaoyu, Ziyou can only fight to the death."
Bo!"
Behind him, Yan Xiaoyu felt a chilling atmosphere that she had never felt before. She took out her pistol again and looked at the ghost woman without fear, "I'm not afraid of you. I have a pistol, so you can't even think about walking away with it!"
"
Seeing Yan Xiaoyu's almost childish words, Yun Ziyou felt warm in his heart. He pulled her hand on the sleeve and moved it, holding her smooth little hand, and looked at the ghost woman firmly, "Grandma, Xiaoyu is the only one I have in this world."
I don’t care, after I’ve been punished, I will still come back to her, I just ask you to show your kindness..."
Before he could finish his words, the ghost woman slapped her across the air. Yan Xiaoyu only saw her broad sleeves move, and five fingerprints were clearly printed on Yun Ziyou's fair face.
This was such a weird skill. Yan Xiaoyu became a little anxious. She held the pistol with both hands and stared at the ghost woman warily.
The ghost woman kept coming forward, and Yan Xiaoyu wanted to retreat, but found that there was a cliff behind her, and Yun Ziyou didn't show any intention of retreating. In an instant, the ghost woman's hand had already pinched Yan Xiaoyu's neck, and Yan Xiaoyu only felt
He could see that the air was being gradually drained out, and Yun Ziyou was already attacking Gui Po with all his strength.
Yan Xiaoyu was fought over between the two, but she still had a high chance of being killed because the ghost woman's kung fu was so terrifying...
Just when her black nails were about to pierce Yan Xiaoyu's throat, Cheng Yaojin came to kill her, and Xiao Ninglan appeared in front of several people wearing a purple undershirt.
The cold wind from the log in his hand drove away the ghost woman. While she and Yun Ziyou were in a stalemate, Xiao Ninglan stretched out her hand to pull Yan Xiaoyu back, but Yun Ziyou had already lost her hand and fell into the ghost woman's hands.
The ghost woman looked at Xiao Ninglan with a sinister look, her cold voice sounded horrifying, "So there are such masters in the world, but my old lady is so rare!"
Xiao Ninglan was cold, her thin lips pursed into a straight line. He did not dare to speak. He was afraid that he would spit out blood if he opened his mouth. However, the log stick in his hand pointed at the ghost woman with uncompromising momentum, with a calm and elegant posture.
Yan Xiaoyu was dragged by one of his hands and could not step forward to rescue Yun Ziyou. She could only raise her pistol anxiously, aim at Gui Po, and pull the trigger at Yun Ziyou's exclamation.
What Yun Ziyou shouted was, "No..."
She thought that Yun Ziyou still cared about the kindness of teaching, so he refused to let her shoot, but she miscalculated. Yun Ziyou had never been a person who cared about other people's kindness. He told him not to shoot just because
…
The bullets were speeding through space, but Gui Po's broad sleeves rolled up a hurricane. After the bullets circled in the whirlwind, they turned back and shot toward Yan Xiaoyu's chest. Yan Xiaoyu had no time to react, and the bullet had already penetrated her chest.
She looked at the ghost woman in disbelief, and then saw Yun Ziyou's eyes were scarlet.
Everything happened in the blink of an eye. Xiao Ninglan held back the blood mist spraying from her thin lips and hugged Yan Xiaoyu's body. Yun Ziyou was taken away by the ghost woman. Before Yan Xiaoyu fell into coma, she looked at Xiao Ninglan with frivolous hatred in her eyes, "Why,
If you don’t save Ziyou…”
The look in her eyes was more unbearable for him than any internal injury. The moment she closed her eyes, the blood on her lips flowed in her throat a thousand times. Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore. He turned his head away, and blood mist spurted out.
When Yan Xiaoyu woke up, she was on the bed in Zixiao Palace. Xiao Ninglan was sitting on the side with a pale face. He held her catkins tightly with his hands and rested his head on the pear wood backrest, sleeping lightly.
Her movement woke him up. He opened his eyes, sat up straight and looked at the weak Yan Xiaoyu. He hurriedly held her down as she tried to get up, and said in a deep voice, "Don't get up. Fortunately, your heart is abnormally long, otherwise it would be very dangerous."
He’ll be dead!”
Yan Xiaoyu trembled with chapped lips, glanced at Aya who was standing not far away, and said in a hoarse voice, "Where is Ziyou? He was captured by the ghost woman, is he injured?"
Xiao Ninglan shook her head and looked at her with a complicated expression. Yan Xiaoyu forced herself up and leaned on the soft backrest, "Your martial arts is better than Zi You, right? You could save him, but you didn't..."
Xiao Ninglan lowered her head, how was he going to explain it to her? Is Yun Ziyou all she thinks about now?
His martial arts skills are on par with Yun Ziyou's, but Yun Ziyou's martial arts skills were all taught by Gui Po, so he couldn't stand up to her. But he, who could use that powerful stick, was already in trouble.
All.
"I know that you want Ziyou to die. You didn't kill him last time, and you will never let him go this time. But if Ziyou dies, I..." She leaned there and said quietly, her voice
Slowly, but each word hit his heart like a thousand pounds. He stood up abruptly and walked out with an ugly face.
After leaving the gate of Zixiao Palace, he held onto the carved ancient wall, bent down, and spat out the fishy smell. Looking at the blood stains on the ground that were as beautiful as roses, he felt as if he was in purgatory.
The secret guard hurriedly jumped out and helped Xiao Ninglan up, "Your Majesty, your internal injuries seem to have worsened again!"