Yan Xiaoyu screamed and rushed towards Hu Luozhong. Xiao Ninglan tried to catch her, but only touched one of her sleeves. She rushed towards Aya like an enraged little beast.
The dead leaves on the ground turned into pieces under her feet, and her tears fell silently to the ground, crystal clear. She turned all her strength into power and rushed towards Hu Luozhong.
Xiao Ninglan's eyes were scarlet and she strode towards Yan Xiaoyu. His angry roar came from the woods, "Don't hurt her——"
Yan Xiaoyu's hand wanted to hold Aya's hand on the ground, but a long sword slashed at her wrist. She did not flinch, crying and trying to pick up Aya who was on the ground.
When the long sword touched her wrist, a cold wind blew up. The cold wind rolled up the leaves and blinded everyone. When they could open their eyes, Yan Xiaoyu was already holding Aya and kneeling next to the tree, with Yushu standing next to her.
Yunzi Tour in the Wind.
Yun Ziyou narrowed his eyes slightly, clenched his fist in front of his chest with one hand, and used his inner strength to suck up a dead branch from the ground with the other hand. He looked at the fierce Hu Luozhong and mocked, "I want to hurt her. Have you asked Master Yun about me?"
Hu Luozhong couldn't figure out Yun Ziyou's background for a while, but as soon as he saw him take action, he knew that he and his many subordinates were definitely no match for him. He endured his anger, holding his fists and said, "I don't know what this hero's name is, how can I offend him?"
Please bear with me!"
Yun Ziyou smiled lazily, and loosened the dead branches in his hands a little, "Remember your grandfather's name, Yun Ziyou, I'll count to three and get out immediately, otherwise this will be your burial place!"
He began to count without stopping, "One, two...". Before he could count to three, Hu Luozhong had already led his people to escape quickly. Xiao Ninglan strode forward and frowned at Yun Ziyou.
Yun Ziyou, dressed in white, Sheng Xue, smiled sarcastically, threw away the dead branch in his hand, squatted down and pinched Yan Xiaoyu's tear-filled cheek, "You are so damn cheap, I asked you to leave with the King of Southern Hunan yesterday, why don't you
I agreed, but I ran away alone today!"
Yan Xiaoyu saw that Aya had stopped breathing, and she stopped crying. She just turned around blankly, and then slapped Yun Ziyou on the face with a loud slap. Although her cheek was also burning with pain, she didn't care.
Looking at him as if staring at a stranger, "You have been here a long time ago? Did you watch Aya being killed alive by them?"
Yun Ziyou was stunned after being beaten, his eyes were a little angry at first, and then when he saw Yan Xiaoyu's cold eyes, his heart suddenly hurt, as if something was cracking in his heart, he stood up slowly, "Stab
The person who hurt Aya was Hu Luozhong, and the person who couldn't save her was you, Yan Xiaoyu!"