The death of a pharmacist from the Western Jin Dynasty had caught him off guard, and he would not allow Xiu Nu to be out of his control.

Xiu Nu didn't say anything.

Mo Guiyuan stood up and walked towards him step by step: "Xiu Nu, you are a dead man, you must obey the orders of your master and must not disobey. I ask you again, can I kill him?"

Xiu Nu still didn't reply.

The dead soldiers don't talk much, but if their master asks them questions, they will answer them.

Xiu Nu's attitude angered Mo Guiyuan.

Mo Guiyuan's expression turned cold.

He was a master at setting up plans and winning from a distance, and he was rarely pushed into a corner. However, right now, he was on the verge of going berserk at any moment.

Mo Guiyuan stopped in front of him and looked at him without blinking: "Xiu Nu, you should understand that I am your master. Your life is in my hands. I can kill you easily, but I don't want to do that. If you don't kill Wei Ting, you have to give me a reason."

Mo Guiyuan was responded to by another suffocating silence.

Mo Guiyuan clenched his fists, and the veins on his forehead bulged out: "I'm giving you one last, last chance. Only one of you, Wei Ting, can survive!"

Xiu Nu knelt down on one knee.

Zhang Feng was stunned.

Xiu Nu is a death warrior. It is impossible for a death warrior to sacrifice himself for the sake of others, unless the other person is his master.

But it is obvious that Wei Ting is not Xiu Nu's master.

Mo Guiyuan was so angry that he was shaking all over: "Why...even you want to betray me..."

A fierce light flashed in Mo Guiyuan's eyes, and he slapped Xiu Nu's head with his palm.

…

When the old marquis followed Mo Guiyuan's trail to the cave entrance, he ran into Wei Ting who was also tracking Xiu Nu.

"Wei Ting!"

"Lord Su."

"How are things going over there?" asked the old marquis.

"Xiu Nu is gone." Wei Ting said.

"Gone?" The old marquis frowned.

“He didn’t seem to want to fight me,” Wei Ting recalled.

"This Xiu Nu's reaction is very strange... Could it be that he knows your sixth brother?"

"Xiu Nu is from the Western Jin Dynasty. My Sixth Brother has never been to the Western Jin Dynasty. If they knew each other, my Sixth Brother should have reminded me."

"Forget it, let's not think about him for now and go find Mo Guiyuan. That guy is very cunning, every time we almost catch him, he lets him run away!"

This cannot be blamed on the old marquis, mainly because this is Mo Guiyuan's territory, and there are secret passages and traps set up by him everywhere. It is not easy for the old marquis to chase here.

The two entered the cave and soon found a secret passage.

When the two arrived at the secret room, Mo Guiyuan had already left. There was a person lying on the ground, it was Xiu Nu who was dying.

The old marquis was stunned, and could hardly believe that this was Xiu Nu.

He squatted down and felt Xiu Nu's pulse: "His tendons and veins are broken, and his internal strength is completely lost."

Wei Ting said: "Mo Guiyuan did it."

The old marquis cursed: "This old beast... can even kill his own people..."

Xiu Nu looked at Wei Ting weakly. His consciousness was already somewhat blurred, but there seemed to be some kind of obsession supporting him, preventing him from taking his last breath.

Wei Ting glanced at him, walked over and squatted beside him: "Do you have something to say to me?"

Xiu Nu's eyes fell on Wei Ting's waist.

Wei Ting took down the iron bell and handed it to him.

He had long since lost his strength, and his trembling hands could not even hold the iron bell.

Wei Ting thought about it, picked the man up, and put the iron bell in his palm.

Xiu Nu's cracked lips moved.

Wei Ting leaned over and listened attentively.

Xiu Nu leaned in Wei Ting's arms, and used up his last bit of strength to whisper a name in Wei Ting's ear.

…

Wei Ting and the old marquis found Mo Guiyuan in front of a canyon.

At this time, Mo Guiyuan had already taken off his usual clothes and put on silver armor.

The moment he saw the armor, Wei Ting's eyes turned cold.

This is the armor of Wu'an Jun, and the red tassel spear in his hand was also the weapon of Wu'an Jun back then.

From this we can see that Mo Guiyuan is an absolute madman.

Mo Guiyuan rode on his warhorse like a victorious general, with a proud look on his face.

The old marquis reminded Wei Ting in a low voice: "The old beast's breath is different from before. Be careful later. If it doesn't work, run away first. The better off you are, the better."

"Hahaha!" Mo Guiyuan laughed arrogantly, "Do you think you can still get away? Wei Ting, I gave you a chance. You could have just sat back and enjoyed the results, but you chose to go against me! You've seen Xiu Nu, right? He is your fate! Of course, if you run fast enough--"

Wei Ting drew his sword: "Since I'm here, I don't plan to go back empty-handed. Tonight, either I take your life, or I sacrifice myself to the dead of the Wei family!"

"Really? Just you? Can you beat me, or the White Lotus army behind me?"

"What army?" The old marquis frowned.

The next second, he saw a huge black army coming out from behind the canyon, occupying the entire valley like a tide.

This is... an army of 10,000! What Taolin is really trying to hide is the White Lotus Sect's private army!

"This old beast..."

The old marquis gritted his teeth.

He used his Qinggong skills to fly up, drew his sword and attacked Mo Guiyuan.

Mo Guiyuan knocked him away with one palm! Wei Ting pointed his toes and caught the old marquis in mid-air.

After falling back to the ground, the old marquis suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood!

"I have found out... He has the aura of a dead man... He has absorbed Xiu Nu's inner strength..."

No wonder Xiu Nu lost all his internal strength.

The old marquis vomited blood several times in succession.

Mo Guiyuan was already strong to begin with, and with the addition of Xiu Nu, Mo Guiyuan at this moment was no longer someone they could handle.

The old marquis grabbed Wei Ting's hand and said, "I'll hold him back...you hurry up and leave...take Daya away...don't...act on impulse..."

He can die.

But Daya can't.

I failed to protect my sister back then, and now I must protect my sister's granddaughter at all costs.

"You old beast, I will die with you!"

"I'm afraid you don't have this opportunity!"

Mo Guiyuan grabbed the red tassel spear in his hand and shot it at the two of them!

Wei Ting held the old marquis and dodged!

The red tasseled spear poked a huge hole in the rock behind the two men.

Mo Guiyuan rode away, coldly drew out his red tasseled spear, and chased after the two men once again.

He was almost catching up.

The old marquis didn't want to drag Wei Ting down, so he slapped Wei Ting away.

The red tasseled spear stabbed straight into his chest.

Swoosh! An arrow flew in from the sky and hit the tip of the red tasseled spear.

The red tassel spear missed the target.

Mo Guiyuan narrowed his eyes dangerously and turned his head to look over here.

Su Xiaoxiao drew the bow again.

Mo Guiyuan would not give her the chance to shoot, he shot the red tassel spear towards Su Xiaoxiao!

The old marquis's face turned pale: "Daya——"

Wei Ting flew forward to block it, but unfortunately the red tasseled spear had already flown past him.

In an instant, the red tasseled spear appeared in front of Su Xiaoxiao.

Time seemed to stand still.

The red tasseled spear rushed towards Su Xiaoxiao's eyebrows!

At the critical moment, a spear as heavy as a thousand pounds, with the force of thunder, suddenly knocked the red tassel spear away!

Roar! Roar! Roar! It was a uniform roar, mixed with the cold sound of armor rubbing against each other, the horses trampled the heavens and the earth shook!

It was the Qin family's cavalry! Qin Canglan, wearing gleaming armor and riding a warhorse, came majestically from the night!

Fourth update! Ahhh! I am so impressed by Qin Canglan's handsomeness! Can you ask for a monthly ticket for Qin Canglan?

(End of this chapter)