Mu Wushuang slowly raised his head, suddenly opened his right arm and waved it. Ju Luo sword wrapped in red demon flames quickly slashed towards Lin Miao's chest. Lin Miao's eyes flashed almost at the same time, and his body slanted slightly to the left. The mountain-collapse cannon in his left hand hit Mu Wushuang's dantian with a howling fist wind. While the two were seriously injured at the same time, Mu Wushuang was also a little slower than Lin Miao.

Lin Miao's Cangshan Cannon was hit Mu Wushuang's left flank first. Even though Lin Miao's skill was less than 20% of his usual skills, Mu Wushuang's body still rose from the ground with Lin Miao's fist force. Although Mu Wushuang's eyes were blackened by Lin Miao's punch, the moment his body left the ground, he still instinctively turned around and removed part of the force of the Cangshan Cannon.

Mu Wushuang's body was almost unconscious when he flew into the air. Ju Luojian in his right hand still picked up again by instinct. The sword edge filled with demonic power slashed Lin Miao's throat from bottom to top. Lin Miao endured the pain of the torn flesh on his shoulders and scalp, and raised his right arm to hold up the sudden Ju Luojian. Ju Luojian was disrupted by Lin Miao's route, but it only slightly cut Lin Miao's face.

While Lin Miao's right arm blocked the falling sword, he had already slapped Mu Wushuang's face with his left hand. Mu Wushuang was already half dead when he swung the sword. After being hit by Lin Miao's second palm, he fell straight to the ground from the air, leaving only his chest slightly undulating. "Don't fight again!" Su Xiaoyu roared in a hoarse voice.

Lin Miao reluctantly pulled out his horse stance and glanced at the clothes that were ragged by Ju Luojian and the wounds that were bleeding endlessly on his body. Lin Miao took a few deep breaths, clenched his left hand into a fist, staring at Mu Wushuang who was facing up to the sky, and said, "If it weren't for my lack of internal strength just now, your head would have been broken into eight pieces! Mu Wushuang, I'll say something to you like this: As long as I, Lin Miao, are still alive, no one can touch a hair of my uncle! Including you! I've said it clearly enough, right? Do you understand?!"

Mu Wushuang lay stiffly on the ground, and there was no reaction on his face as if he was ashamed. Lin Miao's right leg was weak and almost knelt on the ground, but he still stood up tremblingly. Mu Wushuang opened his eyelids slightly, looked at Lin Miao's murderous eyes, and grinned bitterly and said, "Mouse, to be honest, it would be great if I didn't stop you that day... Haha, forget it, mouse... Ju Luojian is here, give me a good time, I'm such a coward..."

When Lin Miao heard this, he bent down silently, grabbed Mu Wushuang's collar with his left hand, and used his last strength to pull Mu Wushuang up half of his body: "You are telling me these things?! Mutou, I think the opposite of you. If you hadn't broken an arm that day to block my mountain-collar cannon, I would have broken my tendons and veins long ago! But now... why are you so horny now? Uncle Master's poison will definitely be able to resolve it, and I have always had a premonition!"

Mu Wushuang let his body lie on the ground: "Rat, don't deceive yourself... The Saint Aunt said so clearly, let's not be foolish..." "Sister Xiaoyu is the same as I thought! Mutou is not at the end of her way! You can't fucking think about it?!" Lin Miao picked up Mu Wushuang and shouted loudly.

Mu Wushuang looked at Lin Miao with a sad expression and did not speak. Lin Miao's strength seemed to have reached its limit. He let go of Mu Wushuang and let him fall to the ground again. Then Lin Miao knelt on one knee on the ground and took a few breaths before slowly continuing: "...Mu Tou, I have died of my parents, my sister, and my master left. Even my wife who had not passed the door was killed... Now only the junior master was left to be my senior sister... You kill people, kill gods, and kill monsters. I don't care... But you want to kill my senior sister, and you want to kill my junior uncle, but you don't even have the door! As long as I'm not dead yet... it's impossible, cough cough..."

Before Lin Miao finished speaking, she felt her throat tightening. After hurriedly covering the wound on her right shoulder, she coughed up a large mouthful of blood. Mu Wushuang sat up slowly, put her left hand on her legs weakly, turned her head hard and looked at Lin Miao, shook her head: "Mouse, don't be stubborn... You also know that death is sometimes a kind of relief, and it can be done with all. My uncle is not as good as death now. If she leaves, I am left alone, it's better than torture like this..."

As he said that, Mu Wushuang stood up tremblingly, and knocked Lin Miao to the ground with a left hand. Then Mu Wushuang wanted to use the Weaver Girl Broken String of the Lone Star Baruo's feet to step on Lin Miao. However, Mu Wushuang just raised his right leg and swayed beside Lin Miao and could no longer move. "Have you two had enough trouble? If you have enough trouble, listen to me!"

Su Xiaoyu said hoarsely, Lin Miao raised his head with difficulty and looked at Su Xiaoyu with swollen eyes. Mu Wushuang wanted to get up, but his body trembled a few times and he no longer had the strength. The two of them lay side by side on the ground without moving. Su Xiaoyu came to them with tears in front of them and squatted down: "Sister Long is already pitiful now, don't worry her anymore, okay... Brother Wushuang, are you dead? If not, just listen to me to say slowly."

Mu Wushuang felt that all the bones on his body were interrupted by Lin Miao, so he could only turn his head slowly and look at Lin Miao with a complicated face. Lin Miao was also looking at him with a low expression. Su Xiaoyu slowly took out the golden sore medicine, and while unscrewing the bottle stopper to get the medicine, he calmed down and said: "Brother Wushuang, I know you feel more sorry for Sister Long than anyone else. You can't stand her in such a grievance, let alone she commits such a serious crime now..."

"Brother Lin Miao, don't move, I'll put some medicine on your shoulders first..." Su Xiaoyu sniffed and carefully applied medicine to Lin Miao. Then he looked at Mu Wushuang and continued: "But as long as Sister Long is not dead and she is still alive, we can cure her. Do you really want to ignore it and make yourself regret it for the rest of your life?"

Mu Wushuang closed his eyes with a desperate look and sighed vaguely: "You are just lying to yourself... The Golden Jackal Poison, the world's most amazing poison that even the Lord of Plague God can't remove, so what can we do? Do you want to make the uncle suffer like this for a lifetime? I can't do it... Xiaoyu, don't care about me, it's all my worthy that I deserved it. I didn't kill that beast Zhang Hong, but the uncle who caused him to become like this..."

Lin Miao coughed and suddenly asked, "Mu Tou, do you dislike uncle? You think she is not worthy of you, right?" Mu Wushuang suddenly opened her eyes and looked at Lin Miao. Lin Miao gritted her teeth, supported her upper body with her left arm, turned around and sat on the ground with difficulty, and then stared at Mu Wushuang with an angry face and asked, "Why didn't you dislike her when she was so gorgeous? Now that she has changed, you just want to kick her away, right?"...
Chapter completed!