Xuan Mu didn't seem to see everyone's faces at all, but said coldly: "Only if he is alive can he prove Xi Yue's innocence."
Jin Zeyu and the others were stunned for a moment, and then they realized that many people in the deserted medical branch clenched their fists tightly, suppressing the fear in their hearts, and told themselves that Xi Yue is fine, and will definitely be fine!
On the other side, Nangong Hua froze for a long time before taking a sudden breath, pointing at Nangong Yu in shock and fear, screaming, "Nangong Yu, what are you doing? Nangong Xin is your third uncle! Are you going to kill your relatives? Just for a promiscuous male pet? You... "
Nangong Yu slashed out with the second sword, with a destructive aura.
Billowing thunderclouds rushed up to the sky, and then fell from the sky.
All the onlookers showed terrified expressions, and the thunder crashed and struck them, scaring them so much that they refused to listen and fled.
The scene was chaotic, and even Mrs. Nangong was almost knocked down by the crowd.
Everyone, including Lu Zhixi and Yun Jingxue, looked at Nangong Yu with horror.
At this time, Nangong Yu's expression was extremely calm, but those originally pitch-black eyes turned red, as if burning hellfire.
Wherever he looked, there was no warmth, but it seemed that he wanted to tear everyone into pieces.
Even Qingluan and Xuanwu were frightened for a while, and felt that Nangong Yu seemed to be a completely different person at this time.
Nangong Yu's sword pointed again at Nangong Hua whose hand was trembling even holding the magic weapon, "Tell me, where is Xi Yue? Otherwise, I don't mind dragging all of you to hell!"
Nangong Hua stepped back step by step, a majestic master at the stage of distraction, facing his nephew of the same level, he actually felt the fear of being wiped out, and he didn't have the courage to fight at all.
Just when the thunderclouds were thick and the swords were on the verge of breaking out, a clear and pleasant voice, indistinguishable from male and female, suddenly came from outside the crowd.
"Nangong Yu, I'm here."
The sound pierced through the thunder and was transmitted to everyone's ears with a clear and crystal-like transparency.
Nangong Yu's movement of raising the sword froze suddenly, as if his body was stuck by something, he could only turn around slowly and stiffly.
The thunderclouds covering the sky slowly disappeared, and the terrifying aura of destruction also gradually faded away.
Everyone suddenly turned their heads and looked in the direction of the sound.
I saw a beautiful young man with a cold expression, but with a bit of softness and comfort in his eyes, looking at the stiff Nangong Yu.
The young man walked towards Nangong Yu slowly, looked up at him, with a soft smile on his lips.
It was obviously a smile that was so shallow that it was almost non-existent, but people who saw it felt like flowers blooming, and the clouds disappeared and the rain stopped for a moment, and the sky was clear.
"Nangong Yu, don't worry, I'm here."
Nangong Yu stared blankly at her for a long time, then suddenly stretched out his hand, and hugged her tightly, tightly.
Hot tears overflowed from his eyes, buried deep in Hexi Xinxiang's neck, without being seen by anyone, and dripped between the delicate white collarbones.
The fiery temperature, like the engraving of the soul, sinks into the bottom of Hexi's heart, telling the man's fear and longing, despair and affection.
Nangong Yu, he really regards himself as everything in his life, even more important than his own life.
Hexi stretched out her hand, hugged him back, and gently patted his back, as if to appease the man's almost out-of-control emotions: "Nangong Yu, don't worry, I'm fine."
Thinking of her own experience in that barren yard, Hexi was also afraid for a while.