The strong relic induction aura emanates from there.
"Cunning humans." The phantom standing on the billboard spat out a sentence coldly. Even with more than a thousand years of cultivation, there was no way to break the barrier around the hospital. He could only give up temporarily. His figure flickered and he drifted thousands of miles.
, the figure disappeared into the dark night in an instant.
When the white figure gradually appeared, he was already standing on a gloomy and strange cliff with a cold wind whistling.
On the edge of the cliff, kneeling was a man with a broken arm. He was lying on the ground, his whole body shaking uncontrollably.
"You're a useless thing that can't even deal with a helpless woman, so what's the use of keeping you?" Gui Xin coldly glanced at the people kneeling on the ground.
"Master, please spare this subordinate. I will definitely be able to get the things for you next time." The croupier begged for mercy with a panicked expression.
"You have been exposed in front of humans. They are now looking for you everywhere. You can't stay." Gui Xin said coldly and ruthlessly.
"I promise with my life that I will never reveal the identity of my master." The croupier said quickly.
"I only believe that the dead can keep secrets. When you decided to sell your soul to me, you no longer had the right to choose your own life or death. As you wish, your mother will live to be a hundred years old, but now, you must die."
As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his sleeves, and a cold light like lightning struck his body. The croupier's blood suddenly spurted out, his body went limp, and he fell to the ground.
"Useless trash." Gui Xin snorted coldly, snapped his fingers, and saw several phantoms swooping out from the darkness, pounced on the croupier, opened their bloody mouths, and tore at him.
Biting.
A strange hissing and devouring sound came from the silent night sky, and within a few moments, only a pile of eerie bones were left on the cliff.
One by one one by one
She didn't know how long she had been asleep. When Xiahou Xiyue woke up, she felt that the surroundings were filled with the unpleasant smell of needles. When she opened her eyes, all she saw were white walls, and her hands were still hanging.
drop.
"You're awake." Almost as soon as she opened her eyes, a cold yet gentle voice slowly sounded in her ears.
"Master?" Such a cold voice belonged only to him. Xiahou Xiyue blinked her slightly hazy eyes to make her vision clearer. What came into view was a face that looked a little haggard. She looked at it in surprise.
Since she met him, she has never seen him look so sloppy.
"How are you feeling? Is it still hurting?" Although Waihi said her injuries were not serious, he did not breathe a sigh of relief until he saw her wake up.
"It hurts?" Xiahou Xiyue blinked in confusion, and then she remembered that she had been hit on the head by an antique. Her face suddenly changed, and she screamed in horror: "Ah..."
"What's wrong? Does the wound hurt? I'll ask the doctor to come and take a look at you." Duanmu Xiu was so frightened by her scream that his face turned pale.
"Wait... my wound doesn't hurt, can you bring me a mirror?" Xiahou Xiyue used her other hand that had not been on the IV to hold the hem of his clothes, with a look of fear and worry on her pale face.
.
"Mirror?" Duanmu Xiu raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"That's right, please find me a mirror, please..." There was a layer of mist in her bright beautiful eyes.
