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Chapter 186: Iron-blooded brother-killing! (16)
"Xiao Yao!"
In the distance, a white shadow flew towards her, narrowly catching her body before she landed, but was forced by the force and fell heavily to the ground.
Lifting his face, his eyes glanced at Si Wuxie who was very close at hand, and Xiao Yao raised the corners of his lips tiredly.
"Uncle Junior, I apologize!"
"Ha..." Xiao Wenluo stood there, looking up to the sky and smiling. Then, dragging the blood-stained sword, he walked step by step towards Xiao Yao in Si Wuxie's arms.
On his eyebrows, the blood that Xiao Yao sprayed on his face flowed through his eyelashes, fell on his cheeks, slid down, and flowed to the corners of his lips.
Sticking out the tip of his tongue, Xiao Wenluo greedily sucked the blood drop between his lips and swallowed it as if he was enjoying it.
"Xiao Yao, now you know, you... are no match for me. If I want you to die, you must... die!" Stopping less than two steps in front of the two of them, Xiao Wenluo raised his blood-stained hand.
With a long sword, he pointed the tip of the sword coldly at Xiao Yao in Si Wuxie's arms, "You were lucky if you didn't die last time after falling off a cliff. This time, even the gods can't help you!"
When you said the word, the tip of his sword stabbed Xiao Yao's chest unceremoniously.
"No!" Si Wuxie exclaimed, and instinctively stretched out his arm to parry Xiao Wenluo's sword.
Before his arm touched Xiao Wenluo's sword, a black stream of light shot ahead of him and touched the tip of Xiao Wenluo's sword.
The object was like ink jade, bright and smooth, with undulating nodes vaguely visible on it, and several holes arranged regularly. It was the ink bamboo flute that Si Wuxie gave to Xiao Yao.
Straightening her arms, Xiao Yao slowly stood up from Si Wuxie's arms and blocked Xiao Wenluo's sword little by little. Her face was very pale, but her eyes were as bright as the brightest stars in the night sky.
"Those who want me dead always die in front of me, and you, Xiao Wenluo, are no exception. Now, die!"
Just when she said the word "die", Xiao Wenluo's body shook violently, and his bloodshot eyes showed a look of horror, "You...you..."
He had no chance to say the next words. Black blood overflowed from his mouth, nose, eyes, ears... and he fell straight down, hitting the grass hard with a dull sound.
Xiao Yao reluctantly pulled up the corners of his lips, and then fell back weakly into Si Wuxie's outstretched arms.
"Wuxie, save me!"
Before she fell into coma, she only had time to say these four words.
Qiushuichang rushed over, Danqing rushed over, Qin Se, Li Sifang...all of them rushed over.
"Senior Sister Qiu, hurry up, hurry up!" Si Wuxie's voice was hoarse due to nervousness. He hugged the little person in his arms tightly, his heart and hands were clenched tightly, as if he was afraid of relaxing a little.
, she will float away from his hands.
Qiu Shui grasped Xiao Yao's wrist with his long fingers, then took out a small green bottle from his body, poured three pills from it and stuffed it into her mouth, "Take her to the teahouse!"
"How is she?!" Si Wuxie asked urgently.
"Don't worry, you won't die!" Qiu Shuichang stood up, and the expression on his face had returned to the usual cold and lonely look. He turned around and walked to Xiao Wenluo. She touched his jugular with her fingers, then immediately stopped and stood up, "Lu
Fei, Zhuqing, you two carry Xiao Wenluo back to the teahouse, and remember to be careful not to touch the blood on him!"
Looking around at the crowd, Qiu Shuichang raised his voice slightly, "Xiao Yao wins in this duel!"