I have seen people risking their lives, but I have never seen anyone so desperate.

Murong Qianqian was confused. She thought about the eighteenth generation of screenwriter ancestors countless times. She was shocked to realize that the plot was arranged by herself, and she couldn't help but recite "Amitabha" with a guilty conscience.

Just when they were at a loss, several masked men in black suddenly jumped out of the air. Each of them was tall and looked very fierce.

At the head, a man in black holding a big knife sneered: "Yu Nianying, today is the day you die."

When Murong Qianqian saw help coming, she immediately pushed Mo Xiaoxuan towards Yu Nianying, then jumped up to the man in black and whispered: "How much did you charge? This outfit looks good~"

She thought that Xuanyuan Yao suddenly showed mercy and these men in black who suddenly appeared were paid to invite them, so she asked like this.

However, the man in black gave Murong Qianqian a cold look and shouted coldly: "Where did you come from?"

"I came down from the mountain." Murong Qianqian pointed in the direction down the mountain.

When the men in black heard this, they all burst into laughter. Immediately, the man in front of him waved his sword and said, "Brothers, come on."

Yu Nianying was putting Mo Xiaoxuan aside, who was pushed to him by Murong Qianqian, when he saw several men in black rushing towards him, and immediately shouted "Protect Madam!"

Having said that, all he could see was the glint of the sword, and the twinkling light in the sun was dazzling.

Yu Nianying's clothes were fluttering, and he was dodging eastward and westward, throwing left hooks and shadowless legs. He and the man in black formed two whirlwinds and fought together.

Murong Qianqian, who was hiding behind the crowd, was very happy and danced: "Okay, punch harder~ Wow, he's so handsome!"

She looked up for a moment, but because the fighting speed in mid-air was too fast, she started to feel dizzy after a while, holding on to a big tree until she vomited.

Where the wind swept across, next door, next door, next door, next door, next door... Mo Xiaoxuan, Li Qing'er and a group of followers who didn't know martial arts also vomited wildly.

Murong Qianqian concluded from this that the aura of a master does not lie in one move or another, but in whether he can stun the bystanders half to death.

When she finally vomited up most of the pancakes she had eaten, she wiped the corners of her mouth and looked up. There were corpses everywhere in front of her, and the blood was very frightening.

Seeing such a scene, Murong Qianqian was filled with praise and couldn't help but said: "I didn't expect the acting skills of these extras to be so superb. This fake death looks real."

In an instant, Yu Nianying, who was fighting alone, had the upper hand. Seeing that they could not defeat him, the remaining men in black suddenly rushed towards Li Qing'er.

Li Qing'er, who was hiding behind a tree, saw this, his feet were shaking with fear, he turned around and ran towards the mountain, but his speed was still a little slower.

The man in black swung his sword across her neck and threatened: "Yu Nianying, if you don't want your wife to die, just surrender and capture her."

After saying that, with a slight exertion on his wrist, a touch of bright red blood soaked out from the white neck and slowly dripped onto the ground along the back of the knife.

Murong Qianqian saw Hong and thought that everyone was paid to act and shouldn't take it so seriously. She hurriedly stepped forward and reminded him: "Brother, it's enough to have a plot. You don't have to act so realistically."

While speaking, Murong Qianqian also kicked the man in black lying on the ground, but he did not move, and blood was still flowing from his mouth.

Suddenly, she realized with a bolt of lightning that this was not an act at all, but people were really dead, and many people died.

With her hands and feet trembling, Murong Qianqian showed a charming smile and said to the man in black who was staring at her fiercely: "Brother, continue~ I won't interrupt~"

After saying that, he closed his eyes, his legs went limp, and he fainted.

"Yu Nianying, if you don't surrender and be captured, your beautiful lady's neck will be broken~" The threat of the man in black sounded above the head again.

In the distance, Yu Nianying was fighting fiercely with the man in black. When he heard the movement, he immediately stopped, clenched his fists and said, "Let go of my wife."

"Haha, then put down the sword in your hand first."

"good!"

The next second, there was a "clang" sound, probably the sound made by the long sword hitting the stone.

"Brothers, take him back!"

Then there was a rustling sound, a group of people whimpering, and Mo Xiaoxuan resisting with death. Anyway, the scene was probably very chaotic.

Murong Qianqian closed her eyes lightly, guessing that the trouble was going to be big this time. While sneaking away, she cursed, where did Xuanyuan Yao, who had killed a thousand swords, run away? Could it be that he escaped first when he saw the crowd?

After rubbing and rubbing, the corner of his clothes seemed to be caught by something. Murong Qianqian carefully opened his eyelids and found that his clothes were being stepped on by Li Qing'er.

She tried to pull it, and then pulled it, but found that Li Qing'er's step was too tight and she couldn't pull it out with her strength, so she gritted her teeth, raised her foot and kicked it hard.

However, the position may have been wrong on the thigh, because the kick hit was not Li Qing'er, but the ugly masked man in black behind her.

Hearing just a wailing cry, when Murong Qianqian reacted, the man in black was vomiting blood, and he couldn't help but secretly admire the perfection of her shadowless legs.

However, this was actually Murong Qianqian's overthinking, because the man in black was stabbed to death by Xuanyuan Yao who took advantage of the chaos to break through the siege.

At this moment, Li Qing'er's legs softened and she sat down on Murong Qianqian's back without breaking her waist. The pain made her turn over slightly with a grin on her face.

Maybe the gentleness wasn't that gentle. Just as Murong Qianqian turned over and took a breath, she saw Li Qing'er rolling down the ramp like a pumpkin.

This roll was actually not a big deal, but she may have rolled too methodically, heading towards the cliff smoothly and directly.

Murong Qianqian was far away, and her way was blocked by Yu Nianying and the man in black who were fighting. She suddenly wanted to cry without tears, "My aunt, is this the rhythm of killing?"

At this time, a "bang" sound was suddenly heard, the ground in Xianding Mountain shook, and dust filled the sky.

Taking a closer look, it turned out that it was Mo Xiaoxuan who swooped down and grabbed Li Qing'er's slender hand just before he rolled down the cliff.

Li Qing'er fell half of her body on the cliff, her face turned pale with fright, and she kept crying, "I don't want to die, I don't want to die yet~"

Mo Xiaoxuan struggled to grasp the other person's hand and shouted: "Don't move, otherwise I won't be able to hold on."

With a whimper, Li Qing'er cried even harder when she heard this, and begged with a trembling voice: "Sister Xiaoxuan, I... don't let go, please~"

When Murong Qianqian was about to step forward to help, Mo Xiaoxuan had already pulled Li Qing'er up and was lying on the stone beside him to rest.
Chapter completed!