Hongfu rushed to the lake and watched helplessly as Li Li hugged Ye Qiu's body, unable to swim up due to lack of strength, and gradually sank into the bottom of the water.
"Li Li!" Hong Fu cried and was about to jump down.
"Bang!"
The tiger witch stepped forward and struck Hongfu on the back of the head, knocking him unconscious.
Later.
Bo Mo looked silently at the lake that was gradually returning to calm, his hands still trembling a little.
Being surrounded by twelve top experts, anyone, not even Chen Qingyun, would have a hard time.
But such a low-ranking water tribe saint son actually killed eleven of them!
Eleven people!
He is the only one left!
How cruel!
Thinking of Ye Qiu's strategy of exchanging injuries for injuries and lives for lives, Bo Mo still couldn't help but shudder in his heart.
No wonder such a person is so valued by Chen Qingyun, no wonder he can turn Tazhai upside down, no wonder even the Thunder Tribe, Shen Tribe, Fire Tribe, and He Tribe are being toyed with by him.
If such a person were to continue to exist, I am afraid that the witch sect would be shaken by the shaking he caused.
Fortunately, he died after all.
Bo Mo waited here for more than ten minutes, and after making sure Ye Qiu and the others didn't come up again, he picked up Hong Fu and turned around to leave.
Not long after he left, figures appeared one after another and quickly took away the bodies and cleaned up the area. The shore was as clean as if no battle had taken place.
And then, these people also left.
The shore was quiet, with only the sound of the wind howling.
Minutes and seconds passed, and no one knew how long it had passed before several figures appeared here.
"This is where people come." The old patriarch of the Shui Tribe held a porcelain bottle in his hand and took back a Gu insect. His face was a little solemn: "There is a strong smell of blood." The faces of Ye Fox and Wind Wolf were gloomy.
The two people did not speak, and quickly searched the shore. Even if someone cleared the area, for the two top special warriors, they wanted to hide what happened here.
What is happening is simply impossible.
"There are blood stains under the sand."
"There's soft tissue here."
"Here's the chipped tip."
Yehu walked to the shore and picked up a small piece of clothing, which was still stained with blood. His pupils tightened: "It's the boss's clothes!"
Feng Lang and the old patriarch came over in a hurry: "Are you sure?"
Yehu's eyes turned blood red, he held the fragment in his hand tightly, gritted his teeth and said: "It can't be wrong! Bastard! This is a trap, someone wants to kill the boss!"
The old patriarch's face also turned livid: "Why did you take action so suddenly? Who wants to deal with him?"
Feng Lang said in a deep voice: "It was Hong Fu who called Long Tou'er out...it was the witch sect's mistress!"
"Asshole, I'm going to kill her!"
Yehu roared angrily, and the muscles on his body turned red due to emotion. He turned around and was about to leave. Fenglang hurriedly held him back and said in a deep voice: "Yehu! Don't be impulsive! There are too many masters in the witch sect, that's all.
Rushing over can only seek death. Even if we want revenge, we must have a plan. Besides, we don’t see the leader now.
, and we can’t be sure that something really happened to the leader!" The old patriarch said solemnly: "Yes, I believe that the young president will not get into trouble so easily. He must have escaped. Now we should go back and make a long-term plan first, and since the young president
If the rudder is exposed, then we must also be exposed,
It must be hidden immediately."
Yehu closed his eyes and said nothing. After a while, he opened his eyes and said in a hoarse voice: "You are right. Only by keeping this life can I kill more people!" The old patriarch said: "Go back quickly.
, there are also Hongmen disciples in the witch sect, let’s hide them first, and then I will send the Hongmen disciples to investigate the news. If something really happened to Young Master Duo, there is no way there will be no news at all.
"
…
Bamboo House.
The Witch Cult Mistress watched Chen Qingyun and Elder Mo leave, then looked up at the time.
Chen Qingyun came here to discuss things with her, and it took only a short time, only twenty minutes.
If she wanted to, she could actually delay it for some more time, but there was no need.
Whether it is the Holy Son of the Shui Tribe or a member of the Ye Family.
The masters sent by the Law Enforcement Hall, the Criminal Hall and the Shen Clan can definitely kill the opponent in twenty minutes. It doesn't even take twenty minutes, just a few minutes is enough.
After all, the opponent is not Chen Qingyun, how could he be the opponent of so many masters!
And when the Witch Cult Mistress thought so.
"Mother."
A voice rang out, and Bo Mo walked in with Hong Fu, knelt on the ground on one knee, clasped his fists at the Witch Cult Mistress, and said, "The matter is done."
The matriarch of the Witch Cult was not surprised at all when she heard this. She nodded and said, "Well, have you found the Dragon God's technique?"
Bo Mo's lips trembled when he heard this. Although he was sure that Ye Qiu had been in the water for a long time and was probably not injured and had died of suffocation, he just didn't have the courage to go into the water to salvage the other party's body.
Because Ye Qiu acted too cruelly, killing eleven masters by himself!
He is still scared to this day, worried that something bad will happen if he goes into the water.
Seeing that Bo Mo didn't speak, the witch sect's mistress frowned and said, "What? Things have changed?"
Bo Mo nodded, swallowed, and said with difficulty: "Mother, things are a little different from what we expected. In addition to us and the Shen Tribe, the Thunder Tribe and the Fire Tribe also took action."
The Mistress of the Witch Cult was stunned: "Thunder Clan and Fire Clan also took action?"
"Yes, our Law Enforcement Hall and Criminal Hall have produced 4 masters, and the Shen Clan, Fire Clan, and Thunder Clan have produced a total of 6 masters..."
The Witch Cult Mistress laughed when she heard this: "Ten masters? You really think highly of him."
Bo Mo glanced at her and said cautiously: "In addition, there are... two golden warriors who are not among the fifty people..."
The mistress of the Witch Cult's smile faded: "Huh? The hidden behind-the-scenes forces also took action? Just now you didn't want to say, could it be that the Dragon God's skills were taken away by them?"
"No, no." Bo Mo shook his head hurriedly and said dryly: "Mother, the Dragon God's skills must still be on the body of the Water Tribe's Holy Son, because except for me...the other 11 masters have already
Even if he's dead...there's no way they can rob me
.”
"What did you say?" The matron of the Witch Cult was startled, wondering if she had heard wrongly. "All 11 masters are dead? What happened? After you killed the Holy Son of the Water Tribe, did you fight with each other?"
Bo Mo said bitterly: "No... they all died at the hands of the Holy Son of the Water Tribe."
The Witch Cult Mistress was silent for a while after hearing this: "Are you sure that you are besieging the Holy Son of the Shui Tribe and not Chen Qingyun?"
Bo Mo nodded hard.
The Witch Cult Mistress took a deep breath, with shock in her eyes.
Twenty minutes!
She just felt that killing Ye Qiu for twenty points was enough!
The truth is, it is enough!
But the result was the other way around. Ye Qiu almost killed all the people who assassinated him! Twenty minutes was really enough!