The ringing sound vibrated, echoing in the silent night, piercing the eardrums.
Suddenly, the chicken blood on the ground began to sway violently, and the man in black was heard shouting loudly: "O omnipotent master! I have sucked the pure Yang essence for you, please enjoy it! Master, please enjoy it!"
Enjoy…”
Dong Dong Dong! Dong Dong Dong!
The chicken blood basin seemed to be given life, and it danced happily.
Suddenly, a slender hand came out from the blood basin, coldly pinched Han Ruoshui's neck, and pulled her closer.
Damn it! What kind of evil trick is this?
In Chen Xi's angry gaze, Feng Qingyang's palm was like a sword, and he suddenly swept towards the strange hand.
Only a high-pitched scream was heard, and the hand suddenly retracted.
When the man in black saw someone coming to disturb the situation, he glared at him displeasedly, with a murderous sword in his hand: "Who?"
“Don’t overestimate your capabilities!”
Feng Qingyang opened her lips lightly, and a beam of cold light struck the man in black like lightning.
The man in black couldn't avoid it, his left arm was swept by the cold light, and a long bloody gash was opened.
"Who are you? How dare you run wild in Wulu Town?"
He covered the wound on his arm and looked at the elegant man under the moonlight unwillingly.
Feng Qingyang was wearing a crescent-white robe, and the exquisite and complicated patterns on the collar silently declared his nobility.
The man in black looked at him and narrowed his eyes, suddenly realizing: "Are you the man she brought back today? Huh! Boy, I advise you not to meddle in other people's business!"
"What a pity, I have taken care of this matter!"
Feng Qingyang turned up his sleeves, and another purple-red dark light struck the man in black, whose spiritual power was not as powerful as his witchcraft.
His body flew by and he was about to grab the man in black's neck in the blink of an eye.
Suddenly, a strong wind blew in the dark night.
The howling wind overturned the table on the side.
Just when Feng Qingyang was about to catch the man in black, Han Ruoshui screamed on the ground.
"..." Feng Qingyang turned his head and temporarily changed his direction.
Purple dark light burst out from his palm, freeing Han Ruoshui who was captured in mid-air.
The black wind roared like a pair of invisible hands. It fought Feng Qingyang for dozens of rounds in mid-air.
Feng Qingyang hugged Han Ruoshui with one hand and changed his moves with the other.
Just when he was about to pull out the green blood sword and give the opponent a fatal blow, suddenly, the sharp black wind changed its direction.
Like a jumping rabbit, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.
On the ground, there was no trace of the man in black.
"Damn it! Who is behind this black wind? Is it related to the black water at the small lake today?"
In front of the magic mirror, Chen Xi frowned in deep thought.
She had a hunch that things would not be that simple!
…
The next morning, when the first ray of sunlight shone into the simple and elegant little bamboo house, many young men dressed as butlers came outside Han Ruoshui's door. The old man at the head looked solemn.
Beside him, an old woman with a haggard face was chattering.
Not long after, the servants got the old man's order, and they started noisily banging on the door of Han Ruoshui's house, forcefully waking him up from his sweet sleep.
"Sister Xi'er, sister..."
The frightened Han Ruoshui rushed outside Chen Xi's door and shouted helplessly: "Sister, the patriarch has brought many people here, what do you think we should do?"
"Don't be afraid! We are here."
Chen Xi opened the door, fully dressed, and looked back at Feng Qingyang, who had just fallen asleep...