"Stop talking nonsense, or I will kill you too." After saying this harshly, Duanmu Xiu pointed the soft sword in his hand towards his face.
Mu Yang suddenly took a breath, stretched out two fingers, moved the soft sword pointed at him, and sighed: "Calm down, you can't save her like this."
"It must be possible." Duanmu Xiu immediately refuted his words in a deep voice. In his mind, Xiahou Xiyue cannot die, and no one can take her away from him, not even King Yama.
"I have never seen such an impudent person. The four guardians, please take him down." Seeing that he had no intention of leaving, Yan Xue asked the four guardians again.
It seems that today's battle must be fought. Mu Yang is a little at a loss and doesn't know who he should help.
Seeing that the fight was about to break out, at this moment, a powerful old man's voice came from inside: "Everyone, step back and let them in."
"Elder, they forced their way in." Yan Xue's face suddenly changed when she heard the voices inside.
"Let them come in." The voice coming from inside conveyed a majesty that was irresistible.
"Okay." Yan Xue said reluctantly, "Our elders have invited you, please go in."
Great, they don't have to fight anymore. If they really fight, it won't be good if anyone gets hurt. Mu Yang stretched out his hand to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead and said happily: "Brother Duanmu, let's go in."
Without him having to say anything, Duanmu Xiu had already walked quickly inside with Xiahou Xiyue in his arms.
This is a somewhat simple and simple room. There is a seventy-year-old woman sitting in it. She is wearing the unique trademark clothes of the Wu clan. Her hair is slightly white, but her face is still flushed, and her eyes are deep and lively. She does not look like that at all.
Aged old woman.
"Junior pays homage to the elder." Mu Yang saluted respectfully as soon as he stepped into the door.
"No need to be polite." The elder waved his hand and asked him to get up.
"Elder, please save my wife." Duanmu Xiu came to her with Xiahou Xiyue in his arms. Although his face was still calm and composed, anxiety flashed across his eyes, and his trembling palms also
It revealed his panic and uneasiness.
"Put her on the bed." The elder's eyes fell on Xiahou Xiyue's blood-stained chest. She frowned and let out an almost inaudible sigh: "Mu Yang, it must be the master's fault.
"
"Yes, elder." Mu Yang lowered his head in shame.
"In order to drive out our witch clan, your master would even do such things that are detrimental to moral integrity." How much does he hate them?
"Elder, I'm sorry, I wanted to stop him, but..." Mu Yang was so embarrassed that he felt ashamed.
"How can you stop what he wants to do?" The elder raised his hand to tell him to stop blaming himself, and then came to the bed.
"Elder, you must save her, as long as you can save her, no matter what the cost." Duanmu Xiu pursed his lips and said firmly.
"At any cost?" The elder's face suddenly turned serious.
"At any cost." Duanmu Xiu's tone became more firm.
"Okay, stretch out your palm." The elder nodded slightly and said.
Duanmu Xiu stretched out his palm in front of her without any hesitation. The elder stretched out two fingers to hold his pulse. As soon as her fingers touched his wrist, her face suddenly changed and she said in shock: "You have been cursed."
"No." "Stop talking nonsense, or I will kill you too." After speaking harshly, Duanmu Xiu pointed the soft sword in his hand towards his face.
Mu Yang suddenly took a breath, stretched out two fingers, moved the soft sword pointed at him, and sighed: "Calm down, you can't save her like this."
"It must be possible." Duanmu Xiu immediately refuted his words in a deep voice. In his mind, Xiahou Xiyue cannot die, and no one can take her away from him, not even King Yama.
"I have never seen such an impudent person. The four guardians, please take him down." Seeing that he had no intention of leaving, Yan Xue asked the four guardians again.
It seems that today's battle must be fought. Mu Yang is a little at a loss and doesn't know who he should help.
Seeing that the fight was about to break out, at this moment, a powerful old man's voice came from inside: "Everyone, step back and let them in."
"Elder, they forced their way in." Yan Xue's face suddenly changed when she heard the voices inside.
"Let them come in." The voice coming from inside conveyed a majesty that was irresistible.
"Okay." Yan Xue said reluctantly, "Our elders have invited you, please go in."
Great, they don't have to fight anymore. If they really fight, it won't be good if anyone gets hurt. Mu Yang stretched out his hand to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead and said happily: "Brother Duanmu, let's go in."
Without him having to say anything, Duanmu Xiu had already walked quickly inside with Xiahou Xiyue in his arms.
This is a somewhat simple and simple room. There is a seventy-year-old woman sitting in it. She is wearing the unique trademark clothes of the Wu clan. Her hair is slightly white, but her face is still flushed, and her eyes are deep and lively. She does not look like that at all.
Aged old woman.
"Junior pays homage to the elder." Mu Yang saluted respectfully as soon as he stepped into the door.
"No need to be polite." The elder waved his hand and asked him to get up.
"Elder, please save my wife." Duanmu Xiu came to her with Xiahou Xiyue in his arms. Although his face was still calm and composed, anxiety flashed across his eyes, and his trembling palms also
It revealed his panic and uneasiness.
"Put her on the bed." The elder's eyes fell on Xiahou Xiyue's blood-stained chest. She frowned and let out an almost inaudible sigh: "Mu Yang, it must be the master's fault.
"
"Yes, elder." Mu Yang lowered his head in shame.
"In order to drive out our witch clan, your master would even do such things that are detrimental to moral integrity." How much does he hate them?
"Elder, I'm sorry, I wanted to stop him, but..." Mu Yang was so embarrassed that he felt ashamed.
"How can you stop what he wants to do?" The elder raised his hand to tell him to stop blaming himself, and then came to the bed.
"Elder, you must save her, as long as you can save her, no matter what the cost." Duanmu Xiu pursed his lips and said firmly.
"At any cost?" The elder's face suddenly turned serious.
"At any cost." Duanmu Xiu's tone became more firm.
"Okay, stretch out your palm." The elder nodded slightly and said.
Duanmu Xiu stretched out his palm in front of her without any hesitation. The elder stretched out two fingers to hold his pulse. As soon as her fingers touched his wrist, her face suddenly changed and she said in shock: "You have been cursed."
