If he doesn't use the Kagura Master right away, he may really be hopeless.

However, when the people from Changsheng Camp wanted to carry away the unconscious Haitang.

Muyan's hand was held by a hand covered in blood, "Save... Haitang, save... Haitang first... Please... Miss!"

This man's eyes were clearly out of focus, and his breathing was so weak that he could hardly feel it.

But why is his will still so determined?

Muyan sighed softly and said in a deep voice: "Okay, I will save Haitang first, but Yan Haotian, you have to promise me to hold on to this breath and wait for me to save you. Don't forget that you owe me the five years of mastership

The servant contract has not ended yet, and what you owe Haitang will never be repaid in your lifetime."

A line of blood and tears fell from the corners of Yan Haotian's eyes, but a relieved smile appeared on his face and he nodded slowly.

Muyan quickly turned around, and Tian Mo Qin appeared between her knees, "Move Begonia in front of me."

Zhao Hai didn't react for a while, and even forgot to investigate why these people suddenly broke into his secret mansion.

His eyes followed Muyan obsessively, and he didn't even notice the drool dripping from the corner of his mouth.

That disgusting and wretched look was exactly the same as that of his son Zhao Tianxiang.

Until the melodious sound of the piano sounded, a spiritual energy that he had not felt for decades surged in the air.

Zhao Hai's expression changed instantly, "You...who are you? Why can you use spiritual energy?"

He rushed towards Muyan quickly, his eyes filled with burning desire and greed.

A mortal who lives on the Yanwu Continent and is born with spiritual energy.

What a wonderful feeling it would be if he used this woman as a cauldron, watching her tenderly caressing and loving him, and absorbing the spiritual energy in her body.

Seeing Zhao Hai rushing towards Muyan who was concentrating on playing the piano, everyone in the Ming Yan Army did not make any move.

They looked at the man who looked like a clown coldly, with deep disgust and pity in their eyes.

The next moment, a black figure appeared like a ghost.

The long black knife struck down with great force.

Zhao Hai's eyes widened suddenly, and his body began to tremble instinctively.

However, soon, a pleasant female voice came, "Yingmei, leave this person to me, I will take care of it myself!"

The sword's power suddenly stopped.

Yingmei retreated silently, folded her hands on her chest, looked at Zhao Hai coldly, and stood in front of Muyan.

The cold sweat on Zhao Hai's forehead slipped quietly.

He realized that the boy in front of him was very strong, so strong that he didn't even have the courage to resist.

His steps began to retreat a little bit, trying to escape.

However, Ying Mei swung his sword and blocked his way coldly and resolutely.

Zhao Hai was stiff all over, but he could only stand where he was, not daring to move.

Time passed little by little.

A quarter of an hour, half an hour... Feng Haitang's injuries finally began to heal, and she was completely out of danger.

This time, it can be said to be extremely dangerous.

Although Muyan's elixir can almost bring the dead back to life, it does not mean that it is truly omnipotent.

The sword on Feng Haitang's body directly cut through her heart veins, and it was only a little bit close to piercing her heart.

If the heart is really broken, it will be difficult for gods to save it.

But despite this, Feng Haitang almost died.

Muyan wiped the sweat from her forehead, took a pill, and said in a deep voice: "Yan Haotian!"
Chapter completed!