"Master, go ahead and leave these people to your subordinates to deal with." Xue Ying stepped forward and said.
"I don't like to hear the word demon." After saying this, Yi Shuihan hugged Qinglian and floated away, coming and going without a trace.
"I understand." Xue Ying said respectfully towards the direction where Yi Shuihan disappeared.
The martial arts people who were about to take action didn't even get a piece of clothing, so they had to transfer their anger to Xueying.
"Hmph, she must be the accomplice of the demon, she is also a demon, kill her!"[
"The master said that he didn't like to hear this word." Before he finished speaking, there were a few clicks, and the necks of the people who had just said the word "demon" were all broken, their faces were distorted, and their deaths were extremely horrific.
"You, you..." A large number of people turned pale with fright and took a few steps back in horror. They couldn't see when the woman took action. Such speed could only be achieved by a demon.
"Don't be afraid, it will be your turn soon." Xueying said expressionlessly. Are you scared? If the Pavilion Master takes action, will these people be scared to death?
Some timid people staggered back in fear and fell to the ground.
"Kill her! Kill her! Otherwise she will seek revenge on us!"
"Yes, yes, don't let these monsters go!" A large number of people surrounded Xue Ying, and all kinds of bright weapons were displayed.
Xue Ying's face remained expressionless. The sword at his waist was unsheathed, and blood sprayed, drawing a bloody path. The waist of the group was scratched by the sword, and they collapsed to the ground and groaned.
At this moment, Xue Ying's figure has disappeared, leaving only a sentence floating in the air.
"I'll give you three days to prepare the coffin."
…
But this time, the protagonist is nestled in Yi Shuihan's arms, with his hands tightly around her waist and his face buried in her arms.
"The water is cold."
"I'm here, what's wrong?"
"They wanted to kill me, so I killed many people." Qinglian shuddered. He didn't want to kill them, but he just killed those people for some reason.
"Don't be afraid, they won't come to kill you, no one can kill you." Yi Shuihan comforted softly.
"No, my hands are stained with blood and very dirty. Let me go..." Qinglian struggled and said in panic.
"Don't move. You're injured. They all deserve to die. If you don't kill them, I will kill them too, so you don't have to blame yourself." Yi Shuihan carried him back to Changyi Garden.
The housekeeper who looked after the garden saw Yi Shuihan and was surprised for a while. Why did the master come suddenly? He also hugged a... silver-haired man. It is said that a silver-haired demon appeared at the foot of Wanren Mountain. Could it be...
Yi Shuihan interrupted the housekeeper's guess: "Go and prepare hot water immediately and bring it to my room."[
"Yes, Master." The butler reacted from the shock and immediately went to the kitchen to ask someone to boil water and make porridge.
After a while, warm water was ready.
Yi Shuihan put Qinglian down, untied his belt, and took off the last piece of clothing. Qinglian was suddenly startled, her face turned red, and she took two steps back.
"I, I will do it myself."
"Don't move, your hand is injured." A sly smile flashed in Yi Shuihan's eyes, and he tore off his clothes to avenge his past shame.
Qinglian's face was so red that she was about to bleed. She immediately turned around and jumped into the tub, splashing water all over the floor.
Is he shy? Yi Shuihan looked at him in surprise. In the past, Qinglian took off her clothes and took a bath in front of her without any shame, which made her want to squirt.