Speaking of this, he suddenly lowered his voice and said coldly: It's a pity that now, you are all unable to protect yourself, and it is simply wishful thinking to save Ding Yuehua, a slut.

Then, a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he turned around suddenly, and in the endless darkness behind him, with a look of disdain for a cat playing with mice, he said:

Since this is the case, then I will let you die to understand, before you die, let you meet the slut surnamed Ding, or have an explanation with Tsing Yi under the Yellow Spring.

As he spoke, he clapped his hands three times, snap, snap, snap.

The dull sound of clapping lingers in the dark wilderness.

As soon as the applause ended, I saw two men in black walking out of the endless darkness.

At the same time, there was also a woman, held hostage by the steel knives in the hands of the two men in black.

Seeing this woman, Liu Yixiang suddenly exclaimed as if he had been kicked in the vital point, and said, "Miss Ding."

As he spoke, the silver wire in his hand suddenly tightened, and he wanted to rush over to save people.

However, as soon as his figure moved, Hall Master Song had already taken the lead in front of Ding Yuehua, and as soon as he raised his hand, he locked Ding Yuehua's throat.

He turned his senses and sneered at Liu Yixiang: If you want her to die faster, just come and try.

Liu Yixiang suddenly stopped his steps and looked at Ding Yuehua.

At this moment, Ding Yuehua is already a tearful person.

I saw her holding her big belly, shaking her weak body under the black-clothed man's steel knife, with a sour and miserable appearance, which was heartbreaking.

All these changes are so fast that Liu Yixiang is almost overwhelmed.

As if he had lost his mind, he suddenly threw down the silver thread in his hand, walked in front of Hall Master Song, almost knelt down, and said miserably:

Hall Master Song, as long as you are willing to let Miss Ding go, you can do whatever you want me to do?

Hall Master Zhang looked at him, his eyes emitted a wolf-like green light, and he gritted his teeth and said: Hmph, I have already said that today's matter is beyond you.

Yang Zhao endured the severe pain, shook the silver spear in his hand, trembled three times, and sneered: Oh, is it?

Liu Yixiang looked at Yang Zhao, who was in pain, and then at Ding Yuehua, who looked miserable, his voice suddenly became infinitely low, and he said slowly:

Brother Yang, Miss Ding, it's all my fault, just now, it was indeed I who was too negligent, so I fell into the trap of the enemy, causing Brother Yang to be seriously injured, and Miss Ding, you were caught in the hands of the enemy.

He looked self-reproachful.

His whole person seemed to have been crushed by this deep self-blame, and continued: Brother Yang, Miss Ding, I not only hurt you, but also bear the trust of the eldest grandson, I'm really sorry.

At this moment, Ding Yuehua had already been dumbfounded, and her mouth moved, but she couldn't make any sound to comfort Liu Yixiang, but the tears were already flowing silently.

In fact, she herself clearly knows that the reason why it has become such a situation today is all because of her.

She has always felt that she is an ominous woman, who cannot bring happiness to others, but only disaster.

It was a disaster to bring him to Tsing Yi, it was a disaster to bring Lan Yutang, and now, what brought him Liu Yixiang and Yang Zhao is also a disaster.

If she hadn't met Tsing Yi and fell in love with him deeply, he wouldn't have turned against Lan Yutang, and he wouldn't have turned them from good brothers to mortal enemies.

If she wasn't born with a stubborn illness and was in danger, then Lan Yutang wouldn't have been infamous and went to the Dijing Palace to ask for medicine, and became a scum that everyone shouted at.

If it weren't for her, then Liu Yixiang and the eldest grandson Wujian would not have to betray the Dijing Palace, so that they would be hunted down and killed everywhere, let alone be coerced by the Song Hall Master and Zhang Tangzhu in front of them.

If it weren't for her, Yang Zhao wouldn't have been assassinated.

Therefore, all of this is because of her, because of her, an ominous woman, Ding Yuehua.

Thinking of this, Ding Yuehua kept hating herself, hating her incompetence, hating her burdensomeness, and wanted to end her life as soon as possible.

But no.

At this moment, the acupoints all over her body were restrained, and she couldn't move at all.

She can't even beg for death, does God really make her a burden to others for the rest of her life?

Her tears were like droplets of water, dripping into the mud that had not dried up after the heavy rain, and she could no longer raise her head, let alone look at others.

At the moment, although she could not speak, she could still hear.

However, after hearing what Liu Yixiang just said, it made her hate herself even more, hate her own incompetence, and hate her ominousness.

The night wind rises, and the earth fire swayes.

Everything seemed to be frozen by the cold wind of the early winter night.

Yang Zhao endured the severe pain, and with a silver spear in his hand, he blocked Liu Yixiang, who was going to do something stupid, and then, with a twist, looked at the treacherous Xiaohou between the two hall masters of Song and Zhang, and said in a deep voice:

Good and evil in the world, right and wrong, there will be an end, I think you should let Miss Ding go, I just don't care about you.

Xiaohou Yang Liu's waist twisted slightly, took a few steps forward, looked at the crumbling silver spear Yang Zhao, suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, and said with a disdainful face:

Hmph, you have been poisoned by my "Three Days of Floating Life", and within three days, you will definitely die, what qualifications do you have to tell me what to worry about?

Yang Zhao held the gun in his chest, stood against the wind, looked at Xiao Hou, and said coldly: I have been poisoned by your floating life for three days, and I still have three days to live, but you can only live for three hours at most.

Hearing this, Xiao Hou sneered again and said: It's funny, it's really funny.

Yang Zhao said slowly: What?

Xiao Hou said: I believe, I believe.

However, there was not a hint of belief on her face.

Yang Zhaodao: I know you don't believe it, but what I'm saying is the truth, because when you attacked me just now, you were already hit by my three shots chasing souls in your Lingtai acupoint.

And after three hours, if you don't get my unique technique to dredge the true qi in your body for you, then the true qi in your whole body will condense in the Lingtai acupoint, and then, the blood vessels in your whole body will burst, and the tendons and veins will be broken and you will die.

Speaking of this, the corners of his mouth suddenly showed a trace of cruelty, and he said coldly: I really didn't expect that the first person to die under my three-shot soul chase was actually a woman.

Hearing this, Xiao Hou's face changed suddenly, and then he knew that what Yang Zhao said was true, but he was still insisting, and said in a deep voice: Are you scaring me?

Hmph, I'm not a three-year-old, and if I'm going to die in three hours, why don't I feel any pain now? So, you must be lying.

If you want to deceive me and distract me so that you can save this slut surnamed Ding, you'd better make up a nice reason.

Yang Zhao shook his hand, simply withdrew the outstretched silver spear, and then, inserted it into his waist, put his hands behind his back, Shi Shiran looked at Xiao Hou, and said slowly:

I didn't lie to you, really, in fact, I already knew that you were a fake Ding girl, because when you held my hand just now, I felt a strong real power flowing in your body.

And Miss Ding is just a woman who has no power to restrain the chicken, and she doesn't know martial arts at all, so she will definitely not have such a great true power in her body.

Therefore, the only explanation is that the girl Ding who appeared in front of me was an imposter at all, and at that time, although I had already begun to guard against you, I finally fell for you.

I was stabbed by your poisonous dagger, but you were no better, and I had already used three soul-chasing shots when I had just picked out the leap that followed you with the silver spear.

Speaking of this, he looked at Xiao Hou, and then, looking at the cold stars on the edge of the sky of Xishan, he said slowly: If you don't believe it, you can look at your wrist.

Is there an obvious blood-colored stasis there, and the blood vessels have bulged and are in a skyrocketing posture, which is the result of the three soul-chasing guns already working in your body.