Since Chu Shaoyang escaped, the danger has been relieved.

Those present were sorry and relieved.

It is strange to say that although Chu Shaoyang has only one person, he still gives them a kind of invisible pressure and makes them feel like they are facing a great enemy.

Because they all know how hard Chu Shaoyang is.

In the face of a desperate situation, he is like a trapped animal, still able to break up and hurt people.

Even if they can kill Chu Shaoyang, the price must be extremely tragic.

Still worried about chasing the wind, he started to search around with flying skills, but found no trace left by Chu Shaoyang.

He returned dispirited, not a little joy in his heart, but full of chagrin and depression.

Unfortunately, he thought he was the best tracking expert in the world. He didn't even find the tail hair of Chu Shaoyang. Later, others called him this nickname, but it didn't live up to the name.

"Let me down."

Shen Ning suddenly said, although the voice is light, it is full of irresistible force.

Only then did Mo Chuan realize that he still held her tightly in his arms, with his arms around her slender waist and limbs, and the familiar fragrance inhaled and breathed, and the middle man wanted to be drunk, so that he was intoxicated and unconscious.

Don't be so long, finally take her into the arms again, how can he give up to let go!

But he loosened his fingers one by one, silently watching her leave his arms and walk to another man's side.

That man is also one of the killers of Zixiao Pavilion. What he wears is the unique clothes of Zixiao Pavilion killer.

However, Mo Chuan did not expect that the killer did not kill her, but used his body to block the fatal blow for her.

This man I'm afraid I can't live.

The thousand faced young master hit Chu Shaoyang's palm with all his strength on his back. His meridians were all broken, and his internal organs seemed to be shattered. He could not move a finger. He spat out blood one after another.

Every time he vomited blood, he felt a loss of strength and heat.

Cold, so cold, more and more cold.

His eyes gradually lost their consciousness and looked into the sky overhead.

In fact, he couldn't see anything.

Death, so close to him.

"PATA!"

A tear fell on his face, hot, down his cheek, into the corner of his mouth.

Bitter, astringent, but he tasted a little sweet.

It was this sweet feeling that suddenly excited his confused consciousness.

"Yes You? You, also ok No Hurt? " He tried his best to say these words intermittently. After that, another mouthful of blood gushed out.

There was no blood on his white and beautiful face, and his bright eyes became dim. His look was disappearing from his eyes, and his vitality and vigor were also passing away.

Shen Ning looks at him with tears in her eyes.

She put her hand into her arms, quickly took out a medicine bottle, quickly opened the cork, took out a pill, and then fed it into his mouth.

But he had been unable to swallow, the pills were quickly vomited out by him, and the blood was red.

"Take it, take the medicine, you'll be fine, you won't die."

She tried to help him swallow, but in vain.

"Listen to me. Take a breath and swallow the medicine." She took out the silver needle and ran it into a hole in his neck to stimulate him to swallow the pill.

"It's no use Cough... "

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