Who are you? What do I owe you? I don't even know you. Bai Tang was inexplicable, his heart was anxious for the red clothes, and he suddenly shook off Nie Jiuque's hand.

But he didn't shake it off.

The opponent's hand was like an iron pincer, so strong that it seemed to crush his hand bones.

Bai Tang was in pain, and turned around and glared at Nie Jiuque angrily.

"Let it go."

The hatred and restrained killing intent in the other party's eyes made Bai Tang even more confused.

"You don't owe me, but the guy in your body owes me."

This sounds terrifying.

"Inexplicable."

Bai Tang shook off Nie Jiuque's hand again, and when the two were pulling, a man in black suddenly moved in the black-clothed crowd that was originally fixed by Nie Jiuque.

The figure rushed towards Bai Tang like a ghost, and a magic weapon in his hand exuded a strange black aura.

Nie Jiuque protected Bai Tang while making a move to block it.

But he didn't want the other party to make a false move, and when the magic weapon stabbed at Bai Tang, he suddenly turned around and stabbed Nie Jiuque.

The sound of the tip of the knife entering the flesh sounded.

Nie Jiuque was stabbed in the waist, and the clothes around his waist were instantly stained with blood.

Different from ordinary knives, this magic weapon hurts not only the body, but also the soul.

It was a fatal blow to Nie Jiuque, who was mortal at this moment.

Nie Jiuque was furious, raised his hand and sent the sneak attacker flying.

The man flew upside down and fell to the ground.

The bloody artifact also fell to the side.

Nie Jiuque covered the wound on his waist with one hand, and blood continued to flow out of his fingers, quickly dyeing his entire hand red.

His face turned pale as he looked at the fallen artifact, anger spreading to his chest.

He knew it.

Left strict.

It's Zuo Yan again.

He actually sent people to mix in with the human race.

If you can't put a cold shot on Jun Mo Yan, you dare to hurt him directly.

"Evil obstacles."

Nie Jiuque gritted his teeth, raised his hand, and beat the demon soldiers disguised as humans to pieces.

The sudden scene made Bai Tang and Jun Moyan not react.

Looking at Nie Jiuque, whose body was swaying and blood was constantly dripping on the hem of his clothes, Jun Moyan hesitated for a moment and then stepped forward quickly.

"How are you?"

This man can't die, he still hides a little girl.

"Fuck off."

Nie Jiuque waved away Jun Mo Yan's hand and disappeared in place

Before leaving, he also took the magic weapon on the ground.

And with Nie Jiuque's departure, those who were frozen fell to the ground and fell unconscious.

Bai Tang checked the situation of the red clothes, and found that he was still in a coma, and immediately sent him to the hospital.

But Jun Moyan chased Nie Jiuque's breath all the way.

On the way, I also met Ace, who had disappeared for half an hour.

Jun Moyan didn't have time to ask where Ace had been in the past half an hour, he felt that Nie Jiuque's aura was getting weaker and weaker, and it was very close to him.

I don't think I have left the Bai family yet.

It should be the reason why the injury is too severe.

He didn't know why his senses were sensitive enough to detect the breath of others.

He didn't have time to think about this now, he needed to find that person quickly, if he was treated as an assassin by the Bai family's guards, then he would be in danger.

After chasing for a short time, Jun Moyan found blood stains on the artificial lake in the backyard of the Bai family.

Trails of blood stretched all the way down the cobblestone path.

Jun Mo Yan and Ace searched for the breath and blood stains, and looked forward.

Nie Jiuque clutched the wound on his waist and stumbled forward with heavy steps.

Along the way, he kept avoiding the guards of the Bai family's patrol.

The foot was not good, and he fell to the ground in embarrassment, and Nie Jiuque tried to get up, but he was weak.