Yu Xueqi glanced at Zhong Gangju with expressionless expression, and Zhong Gangju immediately lowered his head deeply. Yu Xueqi snorted slowly: "It's easy to kill people, but do you know how to kill?" As he said that, Yu Xueqi pushed Ju Luo Jian across to Mu Wushuang's neck, and then gestured while saying to himself: "If you want to keep the cut off your head fresh, you have to be in this position... Ju Luo Jian is famous, but in fact it's just that. It's just that the sword has some demonic power!"

Just as Yu Xueqi was about to cut off Mu Wushuang's head, Lang Qi suddenly appeared on the edge of the eaves and said lightly: "Ha, is it a god again?" Yu Xueqi immediately turned around and looked at Lang Qi, and asked with a vigilant look on her face, "Who are you? How dare you come and care about me?" Lang Qi put his right hand behind him, slanted Yu Xueqi and exhaled: "I am a monster, and I hate gods the most."

Yu Xueqi smiled contemptuously and said to Lang Yi: "I hate monsters too - when I kill him, it's your turn!" Lang Yi looked at Yu Xueqi with a sarcastic smile: "Haha, it turns out that he is another blind person!" Yu Xueqi frowned and said, "What are you saying? Who is blind?!" Lang Yi closed his eyes slightly and said, "Anyway, I can't stand the gods wandering in front of you. Why do you say so much to you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Xueqi saw a dazzling silver light burst out from the hilt of Lang Qi's right hand. Yu Xueqi's heart tightened and instinctively flew back several feet, looking at the man Wang Jian in Lang Qi's hand with lingering fear. Lang Qi's eyebrows pressed down and was about to chase Yu Xueqi, Mu Wushuang groaned in his throat and fell on the tiles on the roof. Lang Qi gritted his teeth and looked at Yu Xueqi. Wang Jian, who was about to be out of the sheath, put the man Wang Jian back on the scabbard and then helped Mu Wushuang up.

When Lang Yi looked around again, Zhong Gangju and Yu Xueqi had long disappeared. Lang Yi said with some anger, "You can run fast!" Then Lang Yi took Mu Wushuang to the room and placed it on the bed. At this time, there were faint demon patterns on Mu Wushuang's neck and face. Lang Yi hugged the man Wang Jian and shook his head: "The medicinal properties of Tianhua Dan should still be there, so you can lie here for a long time! I'll see where the woman is hiding." After that, Lang Yi strode out of Mu Wushuang's room and chased him straight towards the direction where Yu Xueqi escaped.

About half an hour after Lang Qin left, Zhang Tingmu came to Mu Wushuang's door and knocked on the door. After a while, Mu Wushuang still did not answer. Zhang Tingmu pushed open the door and saw Mu Wushuang lying straight on the bed, emitting a burning heat. Zhang Tingmu felt nervous and hurried to Mu Wushuang to look closely. He saw Mu Wushuang's left eye was closed, but his right eye was round, and his red pupils were covered with blood.

Zhang Tingmu hurriedly called Su Xiaoyu. Seeing Mu Wushuang's appearance, Su Xiaoyu said nervously: "It's broken! My brother's ghost handprint seems to be about to attack again!" Zhang Tingmu nodded and pulled Su Xiaoyu to the door of the room: "Don't tell the uncle first, so that she won't be anxious. Xiaoyu, how did this guy Mutou survive the last attack?"

Su Xiaoyu replied in a low voice: "Last time, Brother Lin Zi sealed several acupoints, so my brother was not so fierce..." As he said that, Su Xiaoyu walked to Mu Wushuang, picked up his right arm and looked at him and continued: "It's much better than before, otherwise he should have gone crazy!" Zhang Tingmu stood in front of Su Xiaoyu and stared at Mu Wushuang, full of viciousness: "Xiaoyu, you should stay away from Mu! If he goes crazy for a while, don't hurt you..."

Su Xiaoyu nodded and slowly retreated to the outside of the room and said, "Young Master Zhang, please guard him first, Sister Long, then I'll deal with it." After that, Su Xiaoyu hurriedly walked towards his room. Although Mu Wushuang had been lying quietly on the bed and did not move, Zhang Tingmu still looked at him without turning his eyes, without any care.

As noon approached, Lin Miao suddenly kicked open the door and shouted, "It's so hot! Mutou, I have wine, go and get two dishes." As he said that, Lin Miao put the two jars of wine on the table, and then looked up and saw Zhang Tingmu standing in the room. Lin Miao smirked and said, "Brother Tingmu is here too? Drink together." Zhang Tingmu nodded and touched his nose: "It's easy to drink, but the ghost handprints of Mutou seem to have occurred again!"

Lin Miao immediately walked to Mu Wushuang's bed and looked at it, then asked Zhang Tingmu, "Brother Zhang, what's wrong with him? Did the old injury last night have occurred?" Zhang Tingmu pondered for a moment and nodded: "It's possible that yes, let's guard him first today! No one cares about him when he goes crazy." However, Mu Wushuang has nothing unusual except for the hot body and heavy hostility.

Zhang Tingmu raised his head and drank half a bowl of wine and asked, "Mouse, have you spyed out something when you go to the Tartars camp?" Lin Miao's face turned slightly red and shook his head awkwardly: "Not many useful-Haltu suddenly set the camp ten miles south of Shouma Gorge, and then kept transporting food and supplies. It seemed that he was preparing to fight the war of attrition." Zhang Tingmu put down the wine bowl and frowned: "Qingtaochuan is an lonely city, why should he fight the war of attrition?"

Lin Miao looked down at his wine bowl, then added some wine: "I heard from the Fourteenth Lady that Haletu Meng firmly believed that Qingtaochuan is easy to defend but difficult to attack, and needs to be fully prepared, so..." Zhang Tingmu held his forehead in confusion and said, "Tu Zehuang already knew that the second uncle was a fake, Zuo Qianhu was not in Qingtaochuan at all. What else were the Tatars afraid of?"

Lin Miao smiled and picked up the wine bowl: "This is called intelligence but was mistaken by intelligence. Now the Tartars are sure that the Yellow Bird is behind, so they will do it step by step. But that's fine. As soon as the reinforcements from the Sichuan Mansion arrived, the Tartars could only return without success." Zhang Tingmu nodded, then smiled strangely and said, "So, Haletu is not difficult for the sisters of the Dao family."

Lin Miao snorted and curled his lips: "Does he dare? Although the Fourteenth Lady spoke slowly, she was not vague at all when she started to move her hands! Haletu wanted to move Miao people suddenly, beware that he had a head to sleep and got up without head!" The two were drinking happily, and Long Yubing suddenly said outside the door: "Wu Shuang, can I go in?" Lin Miao hurriedly jumped from the round stool, grabbed the quilt and threw it on Mu Wushuang, then opened the door and said with a smile: "Uncle Master, are you here?"

Long Yubing nodded and asked, "Where is Wushuang? Are you in the house?" Lin Miao scratched his head and said, "I'm drunk too much, and I'm sleeping." Long Yubing immediately gave Lin Miao a blank look: "Can he still drink too much? Why don't you say that you were beaten up in the martial arts competition?" Lin Miao took a deep breath and said, "Uncle Master, really." At this time, Zhang Tingmu stood up and said, "Uncle Master, mouse is telling the truth, you also know that Mutou has injuries..."

Long Yubing frowned and nodded: "Since the court said so, it must be true... Okay, I'll come here later, but you two ask him to drink less alcohol! Alcohol is not healing medicine!" After saying that, Long Yubing pointed to Lin Miao's left face as if he was smiling: "Hey, wipe off the red lips on your face quickly! How embarrassing!"
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