The blood has coagulated, the breath has died, and in the cold secret room, only the faint smell of blood can be smelled.
With the departure of the Imperial Master, the hotel was empty. When Duanmu Xiu rushed to the secret room, he could only see Xiahou Xiyue, who had been frozen, and Mu Yang, who was guarding beside her infatuatedly.
"Xiaoyue..." What came into view were white clothes stained with blood and white sheets. Was he late?
Duanmu Xiu's mind went blank, his cold body was shaking violently, and his feet standing at the door seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, making it difficult to move.
Mu Yang raised his pale face and looked at the motionless man standing at the door with red eyes. His black eyes were empty and his face was frighteningly white.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't stop Master..." Looking at the man who once appeared in front of him like a king, he blurted out his sorry words.
His feet still didn't move, his deep black eyes stared straight at the woman on the bed, as if he hadn't heard what he said.
"I have used the purple talisman to freeze her body. I think the elders of the Wu clan should have a way to save her." Mu Yang said not sure.
"Are you telling the truth?" Finally, he spoke, his voice hoarse like the scream of an old man dying.
"You can try." Their national master's disciples were at odds with the Wu clan, but he had always admired the Wu clan's ability.
Duanmu Xiu clenched his fists hard and closed his stinging eyes. Then he raised his steps as heavy as a thousand pounds and walked to the bed. He bent down and stretched out his trembling palms to gently touch her cold face.
With a loving smile on her lips, she said hoarsely: "Xiaoyue, go to sleep. Remember to wake up when you have had enough sleep. I will always wait for you." After that, a drop of warm and crystal tears fell on her.
on the face.
"Brother Duanmu..." Looking at the tears falling from her face, Mu Yang was shocked. It turned out that he could cry too.
"Take me to the elders of the Wu clan. If they can't bring Xiaoyue back to life, I will let the Nanyue Kingdom be buried with her." Duanmu Xiu gently picked up Xiahou Xiyue, blinking away the bitterness in his eyes, and spoke in a very soft voice.
, as ordinary as talking about the weather outside, but to Mu Yang's ears, it was like a bolt from the blue.
When he first saw him, he knew that he was a ruthless person who could not be messed with. What he could say made it impossible for anyone to doubt that he could not do it.
At this moment, he could only pray that the Wu clan must find a way to save Xiyue, otherwise the South Vietnam Kingdom would be in catastrophe.
A large number of masters had already arrived outside the hotel, ready to capture Duanmu Xiu. When they saw Mu Yang and him walking out of the hotel, they had a look of astonishment on their faces.
"Everyone, please step back." Mu Yang waved his hand and ordered.
"Master Mu, he is an assassin, and we have been ordered to capture him." A guard stepped forward and said loudly.
"Leave him to me. I will be responsible for anything that happens. You can step back." Mu Yang raised his eyebrows.
"This..." Everyone looked at each other in confusion.
"Let's go." Mu Yang walked outside.
Duanmu Xiu followed him with Xiahou Xiyue in his arms, his deep black eyes half lowered, and his sinister and cold handsome face covered with sinister and cruel murderous intent. As long as they dare to take action, this place will become a river of blood, Mu Yang
I'm not sure whether they can capture Duanmu either.
Xiu, but he selfishly hopes that the elders of the Wu Clan can rescue Xiahou Xiyue. Even if he cannot get her, he still hopes that she can live. The blood has condensed, the breath has died, and in the cold secret room, the only smell that has been
The faint smell of blood wafts around.
With the departure of the Imperial Master, the hotel was empty. When Duanmu Xiu rushed to the secret room, he could only see Xiahou Xiyue, who had been frozen, and Mu Yang, who was guarding beside her infatuatedly.
"Xiaoyue..." What came into view were white clothes stained with blood and white sheets. Was he late?
Duanmu Xiu's mind went blank, his cold body was shaking violently, and his feet standing at the door seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, making it difficult to move.
Mu Yang raised his pale face and looked at the motionless man standing at the door with red eyes. His black eyes were empty and his face was frighteningly white.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't stop Master..." Looking at the man who once appeared in front of him like a king, he blurted out his sorry words.
His feet still didn't move, his deep black eyes stared straight at the woman on the bed, as if he hadn't heard what he said.
"I have used the purple talisman to freeze her body. I think the elders of the Wu clan should have a way to save her." Mu Yang said not sure.
"Are you telling the truth?" Finally, he spoke, his voice hoarse like the scream of an old man dying.
"You can try." Their national master's disciples were at odds with the Wu clan, but he had always admired the Wu clan's ability.
Duanmu Xiu clenched his fists hard and closed his stinging eyes. Then he raised his steps as heavy as a thousand pounds and walked to the bed. He bent down and stretched out his trembling palms to gently touch her cold face.
With a loving smile on her lips, she said hoarsely: "Xiaoyue, go to sleep. Remember to wake up when you have had enough sleep. I will always wait for you." After that, a drop of warm and crystal tears fell on her.
on the face.
"Brother Duanmu..." Looking at the tears falling from her face, Mu Yang was shocked. It turned out that he could cry too.
"Take me to the elders of the Wu clan. If they can't bring Xiaoyue back to life, I will let the Nanyue Kingdom be buried with her." Duanmu Xiu gently picked up Xiahou Xiyue, blinking away the bitterness in his eyes, and spoke in a very soft voice.
, as ordinary as talking about the weather outside, but to Mu Yang's ears, it was like a bolt from the blue.
When he first saw him, he knew that he was a ruthless person who could not be messed with. What he could say made it impossible for anyone to doubt that he could not do it.
At this moment, he could only pray that the Wu clan must find a way to save Xiyue, otherwise the South Vietnam Kingdom would be in catastrophe.
A large number of masters had already arrived outside the hotel, ready to capture Duanmu Xiu. When they saw Mu Yang and him walking out of the hotel, they had a look of astonishment on their faces.
"Everyone, please step back." Mu Yang waved his hand and ordered.
"Master Mu, he is an assassin, and we have been ordered to capture him." A guard stepped forward and said loudly.
"Leave him to me. I will be responsible for anything that happens. You can step back." Mu Yang raised his eyebrows.
"This..." Everyone looked at each other in confusion.
"Let's go." Mu Yang walked outside.
Duanmu Xiu followed him with Xiahou Xiyue in his arms, his deep black eyes half lowered, and his sinister and cold handsome face covered with sinister and cruel murderous intent. As long as they dare to take action, this place will become a river of blood, Mu Yang
He wasn't sure whether they could capture Duanmu Xiu, but he selfishly hoped that the elders of the Wu Clan could rescue Xiahou Xiyue. Even if he couldn't get her, he still hoped that she could live.
