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692. Chapter 692 Killing Twelve

However, looking at Nan Qin's appearance, she seems to have some respect for A Yan...

It's been two months since A-yan went out last time, and she seems to have become more mysterious than before.

Long Qingyue sighed quietly and looked up at the flying clouds in the sky. A flash of determination flashed in her dark eyes. No matter what A-yan became, she would never change her belief.

After leaving the academy, Long Qingyue walked alone on the street. The sun was setting in the sky, and the pale yellow afterglow shone on this ancient Weier city, adding a mysterious beauty to this thousand-year-old city.

As the sky gradually gets darker, the number of pedestrians on the road gradually decreases.

Suddenly, Long Qingyue smelled a faint smell of blood in the air. Although it was not very strong, it still did not escape her nose.

Killers are always the most sensitive to the smell of blood.

Without stopping, her eyes quickly scanned the surroundings. As her mental power secretly dispersed, Long Qingyue noticed a few figures lurking in the alley far away. At this time, they were moving very quickly.

He ran towards her direction at high speed.

Several alleys appeared in an instant.

Long Qingyue was ready to deal with it, but when she saw the figure rushing towards her, she couldn't help but be stunned, because the people who came were none other than Liu Changdong and others who had stayed in Tancheng Huichunfang.

Under the pale moonlight, Liu Changdong and others almost stumbled along the way. Their bodies were covered in blood, their hair was messy, and they were in a miserable state.

Seeing this scene, Long Qingyue's heart skipped a beat, something must have happened, otherwise Liu Changdong would never have come to Weier City, let alone appear like this!

When Liu Changdong saw Long Qingyue, a glimmer of hope suddenly ignited in his heart that was on the verge of despair, "Boss..."

Long Qingyue hurried forward and grabbed Liu Changdong's outstretched hand, with a solemn and heartbroken expression, "Brother Liu..."

"Huichun...fang...is gone...brothers...all..." Before he could finish his words, Liu Changdong closed his eyes and tilted his head, wondering whether he was dead or alive.

Warm blood flowed down Liu Changdong's arm and into Long Qingyue's hand. Regardless of the sadness and doubts in her heart, she quickly reached out and probed under Liu Changdong's nose. Although the breath was weak, she was still breathing.

Long Qingyue felt relieved, and quickly took out a good healing elixir from the Najie and fed it into the mouths of Liu Changdong and others. He also used silver needles to perform acupuncture on him on the spot to promote qi, stop bleeding, and treat internal injuries.

The breeze blew by, and the smell of blood in the air seemed to be a little stronger, permeating Long Qingyue's heart and lingering, like the thick night.

Among the people who were traveling with him, Liu Changdong was injured the most, almost killing him. If he hadn’t relied on his faith to support him, he might have died on the way. But the few people who came to support Liu Changdong were all injured.

He suffered varying degrees of minor and serious injuries, but no life-threatening injuries.

Long Qingyue gave each of them a blood elixir one by one.

The beautiful eyebrows were slightly frowned, and the dark pupils were as deep as pools. Her eyes passed over several people one by one. She didn't know if it was because she hadn't seen them for a long time. Long Qingyue was surprised to find that these people in front of her were very unfamiliar.

, except for the two men who were supporting Liu Changdong, who seemed to have seen him somewhere, the others had never seen him at all.

The two people seemed to see Long Qingyue's doubts and suspicions. They looked at each other and suddenly knelt down on one knee in front of Long Qingyue. Their voices were loud and respectful, "Your Excellency Wuxie, maybe you don't remember us anymore."

We are two brothers, but we will always remember your great kindness to us. At the supply station in the Duxue Forest, if you hadn't healed my second brother's hand, I'm afraid he would have become a disabled person by now."

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