Before he could think any more, Zhou Nian was interrupted by an anxious voice.

"Ah...what are you doing? Go away."

Zhou Nian turned around and saw a man in cloth clothes sitting on the ground, with some herbs in the basket behind him scattered all over the ground.

The man looked young and more handsome than the woman. His almond-shaped eyes on his baby face were watery, as if he was frightened.

Even a coarse linen shirt could not conceal the clean and refreshing aura of the man.

The moist red lips trembled slightly, which made people even more imaginative.

When the man saw the herbs scattered on the ground, he ignored the wretched man standing in front of him who was staring at him as if he were a delicious meal and swallowing his saliva.

He immediately and carefully picked up the herbs on the ground and put them in the basket on his back.

"Damn it, what are you doing? I want to fuck you!" The wretched man was originally a gangster bully.

He usually relied on his kung fu skills to hang around in the underworld, was greedy for beautiful women, and raped countless young boys and girls.

Today, when I saw such an innocent and handsome man, and was tempted by the sound of the flute, my body became hot.

He couldn't even think about the environment he was in. He just wanted to press this slightly trembling little white rabbit under him and satisfy his lust.

The wretched man grabbed the little white rabbit with his big hands and pulled off her clothes.

With a "rip..." sound, the wretched man's eyes suddenly widened, and he stared at the snow-white skin in front of him with drool.

The red marks left by the obscene man's excessive force and the ups and downs caused by anger are even more arousing and tempting people to play with it hard.

"You, you, you..." The man in plain clothes pulled off the tattered clothes and put his hands on his chest.

Her baby face flushed red, she couldn't utter a word and took several steps back in embarrassment.

The wretched man was even more proud, and rushed forward: "Don't say 'you', I promise to make you feel comfortable in a while, you just...ah..."

The man in plain clothes looked in horror at the wretched man who had been thinking of teasing him but now had his head and body separated.

Blood splattered on the spot, and he looked at the people in front of him with trembling eyes.

The elegant man in the lead smiled faintly and said soothingly, "Are you okay?"

"I, I'm fine. Well, thank you very much." After all, he saved himself, so the man in plain clothes suppressed his nausea and thanked politely.

"My name is Zhou Nian. May I ask who you are, brother?" Zhou Nian glanced into the basket on the back of the cloth-clothed man.

"Mr. Zhou, I'm Ning An'an, a doctor," replied the innocent man Ning An'an.

Zhou Nian smiled knowingly and glanced at Ning Anan's hands in front of his chest. Ning Anan looked a little uncomfortable.

Zhou Nian handed his coat to Ning Anan: "Brother Ning, if you don't mind...Brother Ning?"

Zhou Nian turned and looked in the direction Ning Anan was staring, and his usually calm and rational face suddenly showed fear.

It was said that half an incense stick of time ago that Huangfu Lingao and Yu Wuchen were confronting each other.

One uses the sound of the flute to confuse people's minds, and the other one holds an ice knife to break the formation. You must know that when two masters fight, victory or defeat is decided in an instant.

When Shangguan Ruiyi sent out the ultimate killing team to launch a sneak attack on Huangfu Lingao, they were stopped by Posha. In the end, they were outnumbered and were broken through, which disturbed Huangfu Lingao's mind.

Huangfu Lingao made a powerful attack and rushed straight to Qingtai. Before falling to the ground, he swung out the ice knife to kill several people who attacked him.

However, he was attacked by his internal force and fell to the ground vomiting blood.

Coincidentally, Yu Wuchen, who was sitting on the Qingtai platform, suddenly felt a sharp pain in the palm of his hand, and a faint red mark appeared.

His mind was in disarray and he was struck by the icy blade energy. He used the sound of the flute as a medium to control the people in the formation and make them possessed by demons.

It was already a waste of internal energy and effort, and Bai Ziche had interfered with Ye Weiyin before.

After the battle with Huangfu Lingao, who has extraordinary internal strength, Yu Wuchen has been able to hold on to his limit.

Now that the sound array has been broken and her heart meridians have been damaged, her beautiful face, as clear as snow lotus, has become even more pale and sickly.

The red streak overflowing from the corners of her mouth was as beautiful and enchanting as the noble, icy-white snow lotus, which was heartbreaking.

Yu Wuchen looked down at the burning flame mark on the palm of his hand, and the fingers of his right hand, which was tightly holding the jade flute, had turned white.

The piercing pain had long since overshadowed the pain of the vibrating heart vessels in the body.

The crumbling body exuded endless sadness.

A loud noise shook the entire mountaintop of Qishan, where people were awakened by the sudden interruption of the flute sound.

There was a melee, with countless casualties, and those who remained were suffering from all kinds of mental torture, including regret, annoyance, helplessness, and panic.

"Your Highness... be careful." Po Sha threw out the sword in his hand, but it could not be blocked because the distance was too far.

Shangguan Ruiyi held a long sword and stabbed at Huangfu Lingao, who was seriously injured and lying on the ground and unable to avoid it.

As Huangfu Lingao looked angry and wanted to tear him to pieces, the smug smile on Shangguan Ruiyi's lips widened as the sword in his hand pierced Huangfu Lingao's chest.

Just as Huangfu Lingao was unwilling, the soldiers of Shengyuan were resentful, and Prince Shuangbai was surprised.

Shangguan Ruiyi laughed loudly: "Go to hell, Huangfu Lingao, this world is mine, haha..."

Shangguan Ruiyi's mouth corners didn't bend to the maximum after all, and he flew out heavily.

Only a bright red color remained before he closed his eyes, and he didn't even know if it was the result of the blood-red face gushing out from his head like a fountain.

With a flick of her sleeve, she turned the long sword that was coming to kill her, raised her red lips slightly, and pushed it away with force with her bare hands.

The long sword stabbed towards Posha at an even faster speed. Posha wanted to step forward to save Huangfu Lingao's body and quickly moved to the side, but he was still no match for his own sword that was flying towards him.

It just barely cut his neck, but Po Sha used the force to flip over and used his internal energy to block the sword.

But his palm was numbed by the shock, and the long sword flew out of his hand and plunged into the ground with a "swoosh" sound, making a long cry...

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