Jiuer's backhand was a palm strike, and the object that came out of the air was hit by him. With a muffled sound, it immediately flew out and hit a tree as thick as a bowl not far away, causing a mouthful of blood to spurt out. , fell to the ground dullly, and there was no more sound.
The moonlight reflected a pair of wide-open eyes on his handsome face. Those eyes seemed to be filled with surprise and unwillingness. His lips were slightly open, and he didn't know whether he wanted to curse or complain, but it turned out to be Shen Cangnan.
His eyes lingered on Shen Cangnan's face for a moment, and with a wave of his sleeve, Jiu'er knocked away all the silver needles that were thrust into the air.
Standing up to protect Leng Ning and Tianci, he shouted coldly, "Who?!"
No one responded to him, but Tianci on the ground suddenly screamed and huddled up.
"Tianci!" Turning to look at Tianci beside him, Leng Ning used all his strength to get up and pulled the little man whose face was spasming with pain into his arms, "What's wrong with you, Tianci?!"
"Tianci!" Jiu'er heard the sound and turned around. Seeing Tianci's ferocious expression, his face suddenly changed, "No, it's a poison attack!"
He turned around in panic and looked at Mo Chuan, who had been thrown on the grass before. Sure enough, he saw blue-black blood leaking from his mouth, and he had obviously just died.
Without thinking too much, Jiu'er quickly touched Tianci in Leng Ning's arms and tapped a few times, "Ning'er, give him to me quickly!"
"Don't hurt her!" In the distance, Duan Linfeng, who had been knocked away by him, had staggered up again and rushed towards Jiu'er.
"There's no time!" Pulling Tianci from Leng Ning's arms, Jiu'er held the little body tightly in his arms, flying up like a giant roc, and rushed towards Yingyue Lake.
"Give me back what God has given me!" Leng Ning's arms were empty and he tried his best to get up. Halfway through, he fell back to the grass.
"Ning'er, calm down!" Duan Linfeng knew that he couldn't catch up with Jiu'er, so he had to support her and comfort her softly, "God willing, he will be fine!"
Ignoring him, Leng Ning crawled to Mo Chuan's side on the grass. She stretched out her fingers tremblingly and probed his jugular. Mo Chuan's skin was cold and had no undulations at all. Only the coolness of the summer night passed over her fingertips. of wind.
"It was you who killed him!" She turned around and yelled sternly at Duan Linfeng.
"It's not me!" Duan Linfeng shook his head innocently.
"Who is that?!" Leng Ning asked sharply, with a ferocious expression like a lioness on the verge of going crazy.