Looking at the disappointed and resentful people standing in the courtyard, it was obvious that there was no gain, and they turned their eyes to the last broken house.
"Search me thoroughly!" The three soldiers responded and ran towards the wood shed. When they were halfway through, they were stopped by the old blacksmith: "This is just a wood hut. Where are there any demons? You still ask me to do business like this. Don't do it?"
"This is a terrible monster, old man, our general is thinking about the safety of the people in the city. If you talk too much, I will punish you for the crime of harbouring a monster." The leader of the staff exclaimed and shouted. , The three soldiers under him rudely opened the door.
What caught their eyes was the piles of firewood, and where could they see the shadow of the demon.
"I'll just say there are no monsters, you go quickly, don't disturb my sword-making skills." The old man is neither humble nor overbearing, but his rickety body appears majestic and fearful.
But the ginseng leader still just smiled disdainfully: "You don't want us to enter so much, is there really something tricky in it." Regardless of the blacksmith's prevention, he drew out his sword and pierced into the wood.
Only the dull sound of the sword piercing through the wood was heard, and that direction was where Jie Lan and Qi Xue hid.
The point of the sword passed through the sleeves of Jielan's sleeves, just a few minutes away from her shoulder blades. She suppressed the anger and fright, and endured the pain caused by the serious injuries on her body. Although she resented these people, she had to do so to survive NS.
The leader drew his sword out, and said triumphantly to his three men: "It has to be like this."
"Yes!"
The sword kept piercing into the wood, making a harsh sound. Jie Lan lifted her heart, knowing that she had slowly pierced her.
The wound in her heart still hadn’t healed, and the blood flowed down and almost wetted her whole clothes. Jie Lan only felt dizzy in front of her eyes and blurred her vision. She knew that she would not be able to support it for long. With a light sword, no matter how much spiritual power she possessed, she couldn't survive.
Qi Xue held Jie Lan with her left hand and twisted her right hand to make a decision. As soon as the three people found them, she decided to subdue them with the last spiritual power, even if this would sacrifice her life.
Jianfeng was only a short distance away from Jielan. When Qi Xue was ready to summon spiritual power, she heard the clear sound of firewood scattered by the window. Everyone turned their eyes to this side. When they dazzled, they saw a white shadow. Flashed past the window, knocked down the senator standing by the door, and fled to the other side of the yard.
The senator stood up embarrassed, full of anger, and shouted: "Hurry up." Three of his soldiers hurriedly chased after him, and the senator chased after him.
Qi Xue's tightly hung heart finally fell, and Jie Lan watched everyone leave, unable to support it anymore, she softened and fell into Qi Xue's arms. Qi Xue looked at her pale face, how could she not feel distressed, she anxiously waited for the old blacksmith to leave the wood house quickly, but he didn't seem to have any intention to leave, instead he walked towards Qi Xue's hiding place.