Yang Shangfei was so anxious that he didn't want to delay any longer. He hurriedly reached out to Qin Dong and said, "Mr. Qin, let's go now. txt>
The Wind Chasing Clan and the Moon Chasing Clan live next to each other, not very far apart. The group of people walked in a hurry, and it took them less than half an hour to arrive at the Zhuyue Clan's location. The style of the Zhuyue clan is almost the same as that of the Wind-chasing clan. At this time, Qin Dong had no time to appreciate it. Under the leadership of Yang Shangfei, he went straight to Miss Yang's boudoir.
When he came to the boudoir, Sha Ping saw Yang Xin lying quietly in his vagina at a glance. His heart felt like it was being pinched hard by invisible hands. I saw Yang Xin's delicate face, which was completely devoid of blood at this time, and was as white as a piece of paper. If it weren't for her slender nose, which would gently stir every once in a while to allow a weak airflow to pass through, one would think that the person lying on her nose at this moment was a dead person.
Seeing Yang Xin like this, Shaping's heart almost broke. As soon as he entered the room, he screamed in pain and ran over. However, just when his hand was about to touch Yang Xin's cheek, another hand suddenly came out from the thorn, like wind and lightning, extremely accurate and fast, and just caught Shaping's wrist.
The opponent's strength was not weak, and Sha Ping was not familiar with martial arts at all. He immediately let out a muffled groan and his body hunched over. [
"Mr. Ling, let go, we are all our own!" Yang Shangfei hurriedly stepped forward.
With Yang Shangfei's words, the hand released Sha Ping. While rubbing his aching wrist, Sha Ping looked up at Mr. Ling. At this sight, a biting chill arose in his heart, making him shiver involuntarily.
I saw Mr. Ling, stooped and skinny, wearing an iron mask that shone with a forest-white cold light, covering his entire face, revealing only a pair of dark and deep eyes, which exuded sharpness like a knife. A cold light. The whole person looks very ghostly, making people feel intimidated and afraid to approach.
"Clan Chief Yang, who are they? How did you bring them here? Have you forgotten that the young lady is in an extremely dangerous situation now and may die at any time." Not only did Mr. Ling look weird, he even spoke His voice is also creepy. After saying just a few words, Shaping's forehead was covered with a thin layer of cold sweat.
Yang Shangfei seemed to have great respect for Mr. Ling, and he was obviously careful when he spoke, "Mr. Ling, this Mr. Qin is the expert I invited back. Maybe there is a way to save Xin'er."
"Master?" As soon as Yang Shangfei finished speaking, Mr. Ling's eyes fell on Qin Dong. First he looked Qin Dong up and down, and then said with contempt in his eyes: "Clan Chief Yang, you are so confused! These stinky boys are clearly charlatans, but you regard them as masters." ? This is absolutely ridiculous! But having said that, Patriarch Yang, you are so sick that you seek medical treatment because you love your daughter so much!"
Hearing Mr. Ling speak so harshly, Yang Shangfei was startled and hurriedly cast apologetic and forgiving glances at Qin Dong. He was afraid that if Qin Dong was angered, Qin Dong would throw away his hands and his precious daughter would lose the chance of living. Chances are, if Qin Dong gets angry, not only Mr. Ling, but also his Zhuyue Clan will be in trouble. Fortunately, Qin Dong's expression was as peaceful as ever, without any hint of sullenness.
"Mr. Ling, you misunderstood. This Mr. Qin is..." Qin Dong's cultivation is good, but it is impossible to have a bottom line. Yang Shangfei waved his hand hurriedly, wanting to make it clear to Mr. Ling to save him from talking nonsense.