"Let them go!"

Shu Yi held on to his breath, he no longer had the strength to say anything superfluous, he glanced at Xuanyuan Mo, and felt in his heart that Xuanyuan Mo was very abnormal today.

The iron of the Netherworld Temple is: it's none of your business, hang high.

Qingcheng, Cangwu Mountain, what does it have to do with them?

What the is this?

"But ......"

"One more nonsense, you go with them!" Shu Yi interrupted him angrily, and the coercion in his body was instantly released, in a completely unquestioning tone.

Immediately, no one around dared to say anything more, including Xuanyuan.

Huaxin didn't care about them, Shuyi was injured, if she wanted to leave, I was afraid that no one would be able to stop her.

"Thank you for your magnanimity. Huaxin hugged Shuyi, very polite, but his eyes still unconsciously glanced at the wound in his heart.

Should...... You okay?

Looking at the strength of the sword he just drawn, it is obviously quite useful, and I am afraid that he can still fight with himself.

Huaxin looked away from himself, and with a flick of the long whip, he hooked the ink of the dumping king, grabbed him and dragged him down the mountain.

Don't look back.

Behind him was a mighty crowd of people.

When she walked away, Shuyi spit out a mouthful of blood, and the breath that she was barely carrying dispersed, and the whole person "poofed" and knelt on the ground, almost only breathing, not breathing.

"Childe"

"His Royal Highness King Yi"

"Is Elder Qingyin here?"

“......”

The whole Wuxin front instantly turned into a pot of porridge, and before Shu Yi fainted, he grabbed Xuanyuan's last order was, "Block the news, if this king really has a good one, the Netherworld Palace will belong to the princess from now on, and it must be your responsibility to protect the princess's safety!

Halfway up the mountain, his heart suddenly jumped.

The ghost made the god send, she pinched the immortal recipe, and instantly summoned the medicine immortal monarch.

"What does the emperor command?" Si Yao Xianjun saw the wound on the painting heart at a glance, and the white beard trembled in fright, and immediately reminded, "It is best not to use the sword during the princess's pregnancy, so as not to move the fetus, your injury is not an ordinary sharp blade injury, and if you stab it deeper, I am afraid that the child will not be able to save it." ”

"This seat is fine, that ......" Huaxin suddenly didn't know what to call Shuyi, in order to let Si Yao Xianjun do her best to heal him, she still temporarily admitted his identity as Jun Yin, "Shenjun is a little injured, you go and take a look, be sure to heal, you know what his identity is, if there is a good one, don't say this seat, even the Emperor of Heaven will not let you go!"

"Yes, yes, Xiaoxian should do her best. "Si Yao Immortal Jun is confused, Shenjun is seriously injured, where are you going, Emperor?

"Go ahead. Drawing Heart wasn't going to answer his questions.

"Yes. "Si Yao Xianjun slipped away.

He could see that the old man of the emperor was in a very bad mood.

So when he saw Shuyi, his first reaction was that this sword was stabbed by the emperor himself!

Otherwise, who would dare?!

After Si Yao Xianjun left, Huaxin was still in a trance, why did he care about the life and death of that beast?

And why does the heart hurt so much?

Because that's Junyi's divine body, right?

It must be like this!

"Mother, will the wicked father die?" Xiao Qingchu, who had been silent and silent, suddenly pulled the cuff of the painting heart and asked.

In fact, he almost didn't want to leave just now......

That wicked father looks so pitiful, and it seems that he is really good to himself and his mother...... Although not as gentle as the monk daddy.