After hearing what the fat woman said, the people laughed.

Those ill-intentioned laughter gathered from all directions, and they were extremely harsh.

The West Shrine held the Evil Sword, and quickly got up when those guards approached, and with a wave of the Evil Sword, the spiritual power swung out, forcing people back.

The moment the guards retreated, the body of the West Ancestral Hall moved, and they leaned towards Bei Miao on the auction table.

Yueniang saw that Xici was injured like this and still had to save people, and said with a smile: "I tried my best to save people today, why did I run away before, leaving him alone to be caught by us and humiliated?" ”

In the last four words, Yueniang deliberately accentuated her voice, in order to anger the West Temple.

In this gloryhouse, what else can you suffer in addition to being trained?

Yueniang looked at the West Temple, a little excited, she wanted to see this man's indifferent expression burst and appear angry!

Before the West Temple could react, Bei Miao on the stage said coldly: "Don't listen to her nonsense, they can't help me." ”

While dodging the attacks of those guards, Xi Ancestral Hall looked at Bei Miao, he knew that what the woman said was a lie, if what she said was true, then Bei Miao would not be wearing the clothes she wore when she was taken away before.

But...... Even if they failed to humiliate Bei Miao, they still hurt him!

The clothes were soaked in blood, how heavy should the injuries on Bei Miao's body be?

"West Temple!" Bei Miao saw that something was wrong with the West Temple, and said sharply: "If you want to save me, go all out to meet the enemy, don't think about it." ”

"If you're here for the sake of thinking, you might as well not come!"

Bei Miao's voice was like a strong wind blowing through the wind and snow, making the West Temple instantly turn around and calm down.

"Bang!"

The Evil Sword stood in front of him, blocking a force, but that power was too much higher than himself, and the West Temple was invincible, and was sent out by that power, and the direction in which he flew was the auction table.

When Yueniang saw that the West Temple was knocked away, the red satin on her waist flew out violently, wrapped around the feet of the West Temple, and threw the person on the auction table.

"Poof"

The West Ancestral Hall, which was thrown on the auction table, spat out a large mouthful of blood, and then with a wave of his hand, the Evil Sword slashed at the red satin.

Yueniang's expression was cold, and the red satin brush was withdrawn.

The West Shrine rolled on the spot after the red satin was withdrawn, avoiding the flying force, and then quickly got up and ran towards the cage where Bei Miao was being held.

When he was close to the cage, he swung the sword and flashed his sword light, and the specially built cage broke open violently.

The West Ancestral Hall quickly entered the cage, swung his sword and slashed at the chains that locked Bei Miao's hands and feet, and the chains fell to the ground together, and the West Ancestral Hall half-knelt in front of Bei Miao, looked at him and asked softly, "Can you go?" ”

"Yes." Bei Miao held his hands on the ground and borrowed strength, trying to stand up, but his body was too weak to get up.

Seeing this, the West Temple reached out and grabbed Bei Miao's hand, wanting to pull the person up directly.

"Be careful!" Bei Miao saw the flying spiritual power and hurriedly spoke.

The West Ancestral Hall turned around abruptly and stopped all those spiritual powers.

The cage was completely broken under the attack of spiritual power, and all the guards of Xunhuanlou arrived at the auction table in an instant, surrounding the auction table, and did not give the West Temple a chance.

Even though he was surrounded and seriously injured, the West Ancestral Hall still did not change his face, grabbed Bei Miao's hand and pulled Bei Miao up from the ground.

"We ......"

"Poof!"

The red satin wore through the chest, and the West Shrine paused before he finished speaking, and looked down at his chest.

Blood dripped down the red satin and fell to the ground, and some of it splashed on Bei Miao's robe, smearing into blood-red flowers.

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Feng Zhuo (indifferent face): I just went through the motions, the slaughter depends on Bei Miao, and the milk also depends on Bei Miao.

West Temple: Asking for milk......

Bei Miao: ......

Good morning babies, there is an update today, in the evening.