Chapter 22 Blood Knife Ancestor

Author: Shangliu

Chapter 22 Blood Knife Ancestor

It was night in a blink of an eye, and the heavy downpour gradually turned into a gentle drizzle.

inside the house.

The bonfire is crackling and the fire is still strong, dispelling dampness and cold, making it warm and comfortable.

"Young Master Lin, do you have anything to eat? I'm a little hungry." Duan Yu rubbed his stomach and asked sheepishly.

"take it."

Long Peng raised his eyes and took out a small meatloaf wrapped in cloth from his left sleeve, "There are only so many."

"It really does."

Duan Yu was overjoyed, he opened it and counted, "Well, Shaoxia Lin, let's divide one between the two of us, Lingmei and..."

"No need, you can eat, I'm not hungry."

Long Peng closed his eyes and practiced quietly.

Some people are "too angry to eat".

Although Long Peng has not reached that stage, based on his current level of energy, his body will not be affected even if he is fasting for more than ten days.

Seeing Long Peng starting to practice again, Duan Yu opened his mouth, sighed, came to Zhong Ling, and handed her a piece of meat pie.

"Sister Ling, you must be hungry too."

Zhong Ling nodded slightly and gently put the baby who had just finished drinking milk and fell asleep in his arms back into the bamboo basket.

"Brother Duan, thank you."

"You should thank Lin Shaoxia,"

Duan Yu shook his head and looked at Mu Wanqing, who was leaning against the pillar with her eyes closed, "Miss Mu, you haven't eaten anything all day and night. This..."

"I'm not hungry."

Duan Yu was stunned for a moment, with a helpless look on his face, "Hey, you're still sick, so you'd better take care of your stomach."

"Are you annoyed when I told you I'm not hungry?"

"Mu Wanqing, you are not allowed to talk to Brother Duan like this."

Mu Wanqing looked at Zhong Ling coldly, snorted coldly, turned away, and said no more.

Duan Yu smiled bitterly and placed the meat pie next to Mu Wanqing before returning to his original place.

"Oh...when will the rain stop..."

"Brother Duan, we will definitely stop tomorrow. Then we will go back to the city to eat delicious food."

"Okay, I'll take you there then."

…

"Um……?"

Zhong Ling and Zhong Ling were chatting happily, but they saw Long Peng suddenly open his eyes, a cold light burst out, and he couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong with Young Master Lin?"

"Don't make any noise."

Long Peng narrowed his eyes and listened carefully, his expression gradually becoming serious, "Someone is coming this way, there are quite a few of them, and there is also a... master."

Duan Yu was startled, "Could it be Yun Zhonghe and the others?"

Long Peng thought for a moment, shook his head and said, "It's not them."

"I'll go out and see if there's anything wrong. Just take the child and leave first."

speech.

Long Peng jumped out lightly and disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving the three of them looking at each other.

Mu Wanqing put her ear to the ground and said, "There are indeed many people coming here. They are about five miles away now."

"This...Miss Mu, what should we do?"

"I'll go out and have a look too."

Mu Wanqing replied, subconsciously wanting to use her inner strength, but her body jumped on the spot, but she did not jump out of the wooden house.

"This...Miss Mu, what are you doing?"

Mu Wanqing thought about it carefully and realized what was going on. She glared at Duan Yu and said, "It's all your fault!"

"Blame me?"

Duan Yu pointed at himself, remembering what he did during the day, and apologized, "I'm sorry, Xiaosheng didn't mean it."

"snort!"

puff--

Only hearing a slight sound, Duan Yu and the others saw the dragon pendant that had just left reappear like a ghost.

Duan Yu was so happy that he didn't care about the rain and hurriedly came to greet him.

"How is Shaoxia Lin?"

Long Peng looked serious, "Now, leave quickly!"

"why?"

Looking at Zhong Ling who asked the question, Long Peng's voice was cold, "It's up to you whether you want to go or not. I will take the first step."

Say it.

Long Peng grabbed the bamboo basket on the ground, turned around and walked towards the horses outside.

"Sister Ling, Shaoxia Lin won't harm us. Let's go quickly."

"Jiejiejiejiejie... Why are we leaving? You guys are leaving as soon as our ancestor comes here?"

A cold laughter suddenly sounded.

A skinny old monk wearing a Tibetan monk's yellow robe and a cassock tied around his waist, with a bald head and no eyebrows, walked out of the shadows.

The old monk was haggard, his eyes glowed with blood, and his eyes were greedy. He carried a Burmese knife that looked like a living snake on his shoulder. The blade was slender and the blood was faint, which was very scary.

——The Blood Knife Ancestor.

"Hey, there is also a little beauty. She looks a little familiar, but she is so tender. My ancestor is very lucky tonight..."

"You...who are you."

It seemed that the aura of the Blood Knife Ancestor was too strong, so Zhong Ling couldn't help but take two steps back.

"Little beauty, let me first let my ancestors love you while you are talking, hahaha..."

The Blood Knife Ancestor licked his lips, looked excited, and rushed over.

Buzz——

The sound of the sword exploded, piercing through the layers of rain curtains, and pointed towards the back of the Blood Sword Ancestor's heart.

Qiang——

A little spark flew up, and the Blood Knife Ancestor took out his sword to defend himself, staring at the dragon pendant in the rain.

"Just now you, a brat like you, was wandering around in front of my ancestor. Your qinggong was so good that my ancestor almost didn't notice you..."

"Haha... You're old and immortal, but your Qinggong is not bad either."

Putting down the bamboo basket behind him, Long Peng looked sideways at Duan Yu and the others, "You go first."

"Let's go? Ancestor agrees?"

The Blood Knife Ancestor smiled ferociously and slashed out with his sword. The faint light of the blood sword made him look even more terrifying.

"Don't hold yourself back here, get out of here!"

Long Peng faced him with his sword, and a surging zhenqi burst out. The Xuedao Ancestor was shocked and quickly increased his internal strength.

The two of them fight together.

The swords and swords flashed continuously, and the true energy spread all over the place, making the straw in the house float in the air.

Duan Yu opened his mouth, "I...we..."

"Brother Duan, don't delay, hurry up and leave."

Zhong Ling's face turned pale, and she carried the wailing female doll on the ground and the bamboo basket on her back. She held Duan Yu's hand tightly, and then shouted to Mu Wanqing, "Sister Mu, don't be in a daze, hurry up and leave."

"But……"

"But what the hell, if I fall into the hands of this perverted monk, I might as well just die and leave quickly."

"Then what should he do?"
To be continued...