This anxiety and fear reached its peak after Xiaomi let out a short cry.
Mu Yunhan was mentally prepared.
She took Miss Mei's hand, imitated Gu Fenglin, and told Miss Mei one stroke at a time: "I will go out later, you hide here and don't come out."
With each stroke, the same position in her palm felt like a gentle caress of feathers. It was the tenderness left by Gu Fenglin in her palm.
Mu Yunhan's eyes were a little moist.
At this moment, what she thought of was not the regret that she could not kill the dog man and woman, but the regret that she could not go to the end with Gu Fenglin.
There was a "pop" sound, and another person fell to the ground.
Mu Yunhan's knees were wet when she landed on the ground. She stretched out her hand and touched it. It was hot and sticky, and a strong fishy smell hit her nostrils.
It's human blood.
Miss Mei also touched it and let out a sob uncontrollably.
The next moment, the entire big bed was lifted up.
Huo Zhezi's light flashed past, and someone chuckled: "Hey, you are quite brave."
Immediately afterwards, he turned his hands into claws and grabbed Mu Yunhan with the force of a thunderbolt!
Xiaomi yelled and came over with a machete in hand, but was tightly entangled.
Mu Yunhan pressed the crossbow with all his strength, and twelve steel balls shot out, smashing the incoming man's chest into a sieve.
In the darkness, she felt a body panting with bloody heat falling towards her.
But she didn't even have a place to hide.
It doesn't matter, just hit him and push him away.
It's just a dead person, not scary.
She closed her eyes, preparing for this bloody embrace.
But it didn't.
A cold wind blew towards my face, carrying the cool breath of a storm and the faint fragrance of vegetation.
She was carried by her collar and left the bloody place like a cloud and mist.
"Master." She breathed out softly, then denied it and asked tentatively: "Is it the landlord?"
She gave this familiar fragrance of vegetation to Huanhua Host first and then to Gu Fenglin.
While Huanhua Louzhu is a master, Gu Fenglin doesn't understand martial arts.
"Hmm." The cold word was indeed the voice of the owner of Huanhua.
"My companion..." she begged him, really hoping that he could save Xiaomi, Miss Mei and others.
But the owner of Huanhua Tower ignored her, and just wrapped her head and face in his oil coat, and led her to jump up a big tree.
The breathless oil coat was finally removed, and Mu Yunhan found that the rain had stopped.
And she was held tightly in Huanhua's arms, standing on a branch swaying in the wind.
Mu Yunhan's legs felt weak, but he felt that it was inappropriate to be hugged by such a strange man.
She pushed his hand awkwardly: "I..."
The owner of Huanhua Hall said nothing and quickly let go.
She immediately grabbed him tightly and wanted to cry: "I can't stand..."
The host of Huanhua gave her a hand politely, and it no longer made her feel uncomfortable as before.
Mu Yunhan breathed a sigh of relief.
The torch suddenly lit up.
"The brave thieves dare to assassinate me! Kill them! There is a bounty of ten taels per head!"
An arrogant Qingyue voice suddenly sounded, the courtyard door opened wide, and Meng Jia rode in on a horse, surrounded by a group of powerful slaves, holding a long knife in his hand.
"Why is he here?" Mu Yunhan asked in a low voice, but he felt much more at ease.
With Meng Jia here, Jinfan and the others will be fine, of course, if they are still alive at this moment.
Thinking like this, she felt sad again. (To be continued)