Perhaps because Mu Sang was unreasonable and targeted him mercilessly, Shi Wushuang was also angry in no way. He picked up the sword and really wanted to kill the man who was already red-eyed in front of him.
Shi Wushuang and Musang had already lost their minds. With the determination to swear to kill each other, they each rushed straight towards each other with the swords in their hands.
Seeing that the extremely sharp sword was about to break through the bones, a quick figure rushed into the sky. The two of them couldn't react in a very good way. The two swords penetrated into the body without error. The scorching red blood blew into the air, and the blood was confused.
A man's eyes.
"Lianshang!"
"Princess!"
"What are you doing?"
An angry voice suddenly sounded behind everyone. Die Xiaoyue didn't expect that as soon as she came over, she saw Shi Wushuang and Mu Sang stab Lian Shang.
She immediately came to Lian Shang and pointed the big hole around her to prevent the blood from flowing. Perhaps because of the heavy bleeding, her black clothes looked even darker under the stain of blood, and a shocking red could be seen vaguely.
Xiaoyue frowned, raised her eyes and looked at Lian Shang, who was pale and spoke softly.
"I'll take you to change your clothes."
However, Lian Shang seemed to have never heard of it. Her petite body stood straight in front of everyone. The dark light could not see any of her expressions, nor did she hear any of her breathing, as if the injured person was not her.
Mu Sang took the lead in recovering from the daze. Looking at the two swords in her body, her pupils were constantly shrinking and enlarging. To this day, he still couldn't believe what he had done. He rushed forward and shouted urgently.
"Princess, I...I..."
However, before he could finish speaking, Lian Shang, who was still motionless, suddenly slapped Mu Sang and Shi Wushuang, whose mind was blank.
"You can fight small things like chicken skin and garlic, you guys are so... that disappointed me!"
The hoarse voice was filled with anger and disappointment, and the injured eyes looked at the men on both sides, and couldn't help but feel sad, and he was the first to leave in the silence.
Xiaoyue looked at the two of them with a complicated expression. She was not easy to participate in the matter between them, but she fought for private matters and even hurt Lian Shang. She couldn't help but feel a little angry, but she just looked at it coldly.
They glanced at it and walked out the door.
Xia Niechen and Xiaoya recovered from the shock just now. They watched Lian Shang and his master leave one after another. They looked at each other and thought it would be better to leave here. Maybe they could help.
The master was busy. So the two little guys looked at them thoughtfully, then turned around and left.
Mu Sang slowly raised his hand and touched his swollen cheeks. While he was regretful, his hatred and disgust towards Shi Wushuang was like dense vines eroding his heart. He glared at the man opposite him with anger.
He quickly passed by him.
Only that person stood there, lonely and desolate, and seemed so lifeless.
When I saw the dazzling traces on the ground, my dizzy pupils suddenly subconsciously shrank.
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Lian Shang walked towards his room in a mess, enduring the pain that kept coming from his body, and stretched out his hands in anger, pulling out the two annoying swords without hesitation, and the flesh and blood were flying everywhere, unable to speak.
The pain numbed her nerves and dizzed her gaze. As she closed her eyes, she suddenly heard the angry scolding in her ears...