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Yi looked at the rare sun of Bingguo, a little dazed.

"Then I'll go back and get Miss her cloak." He bent his knees and was about to leave.

"No need, it's very troublesome …" His wife said kindly.

"It's not troublesome to work for Miss." Eleven quickly gives his opinion and waves his hand. He turns around and goes down the stairs and into the palace.

Her face was calm. In her black pupils, the reflection of Eleven was getting smaller and smaller. Finally, it was too small for her to see.

"Ma'am, don't be upset. There's something waiting for her on the third beam." Martial Lord said complacently: "Little Wu can finally reveal the true identity of this traitor."

She pursed her lips and asked, "What are you waiting for her for?"

"Ghost Mountain Spirit Serpent, as long as you are bitten by that snake, you will immediately die. There will be no one left alive." Martial Lord said proudly.

The girl was stunned for a moment before she suddenly stood up. She was the first to run after the back of Eleven with all her might.

Her actions were so abrupt that when she stood up, she knocked over the table in front of her. Everyone looked towards her, but she had already run far away. Those who knew her were shocked: they did not expect her to be able to run at this speed.

However, at the same time, such a bizarre phenomenon caused many people to be worried.

Yan Han had to face Liu Xi's increasingly strange technique. Although he had caught a glimpse of it, he could only worry for himself.

On the other hand, He Lan Xue was different. She had already left the stage and was watching from the side. Seeing this, she pushed through the crowd without hesitation and chased after her.

The Martial Lord was naturally not a problem. He would always follow his wife.

Her lover tried her best, but she was still running slower and slower. In the end, she only felt that all the cells in her body could only be used for breathing. Even so, she still felt that it was hard to breathe.

Completely drained of strength.

But she really had caught up to the eleventh.

When he pushed the door open, Eleven was sitting on a chair. He's been standing on the chair, but he still hasn't reached out his hand.

"Eleven!" Her lover shouted.

When he heard that, he trembled and subconsciously lifted his hand to grab the beam.

Her lover had already seen the faint spitting of a red letter from the crossbeam.

There really was a snake above. Its tail drooped down and landed right in front of Eleven. Eleven widened his eyes in shock and let out a cry unconsciously. The snake's tongue was about to lick her palm. The little girl crashed into the chair without thinking and the both of them fell to the ground at the same time. The same thing that happened was the Ghost Flash Spirit Snake.

The Martial Lord and He Lan Xue, who had rushed over immediately, witnessed everything. Yi Ren blinked her eyes as she saw the dark red water of the red letter swimming towards her. She used her hands to support herself while holding on to Eleven, allowing fear to subdue her.

Seeing that the snake was about to bite on her nose, Martial Lord scratched his ears and cheeks anxiously, but He Lan Xue had already rushed over. Seeing that the snake was about to bite on her nose, Martial Lord scratched his ears and cheeks anxiously, but He Lan Xue had already rushed over.

Houlan, on the other hand, threw the snake corpse in her hand to the corner of the wall. Then, she immediately hid her hands, which had turned black and red, behind her back.

He used his other hand to help his wife up. He pulled her into his embrace and comforted her in a low voice, "It's fine, it's fine."

Her heart still had a lingering fear, but she couldn't stop crying no matter what. She just pulled back into He Lan Xue's embrace with all her might, her hands tightly grabbing onto his clothes. Her small hands were almost green and white because of the excessive force.

He Lan Xue could only comfort her in a low voice. The hand that was hidden behind her back quickly swelled up. Black liquid flowed out from the gaps between her fingernails.

Eleven is scared out of his wits and sits there, dazed.

"You traitor! You nearly caused the death of Madam! " The Martial Lord came back to his senses and realized that his wife had just walked into a life or death situation. He couldn't help but be enraged as he opened his palm and prepared to strike at the top of Eleven's head.

"Martial Lord, let her go." Her head was still buried in He Lan Xue's embrace. Her voice was indescribably sad, but she was extremely resolute. "Don't hurt her. Let Eleven go. Let Eleven go."

She didn't want to blame or hurt her. She wasn't disappointed, but she was sad.

Eleven looked at her trembling back with tears in his eyes and mumbled. He didn't say anything. He just crawled to the door slowly on all fours.

Martial Lord did not stop him.

NINETEEN Tears streamed down his face, and then, slowly, slowly, all the way out of the door and out of sight.

Hailan Xue's body had a fragrant scent. It was quiet and at ease. She was no longer afraid, but she could not stop trembling. It was as if her body had been electrocuted and was no longer under her control.

He only wished that he could bear something for her. He wanted to hug her with both of his hands, but the hand that was hidden behind his back was no longer at his command.

It was already numb.

It was just that, when he had received Lu Chuan's sword with his bare hands yesterday, a deep wound had been left on the center of his palm, and the blood of the spirit snake itself was highly toxic. As the head of the snake had been crushed, the snake's poison had also flowed through the wound and instantly covered He Lan Xue's entire palm.

Although he was trying his best to control the poison in his palms, he couldn't force it out of his body.

As a result, he could only hold his lover in one arm, feeling a little dizzy.

"I'm so afraid that Eleven will die." After waiting for a while longer, she finally raised her head and grabbed his collar with her hands. Her big eyes were filled with tears and looked miserable, but the fear in her eyes was deeper than before. It was fear of death.

Having been in contact with death all along, death was a natural and light matter to her.

But just now, when she saw that Eleven was about to be bitten by a snake, on the edge of life and death, her lover finally had an intuitive feeling.

At that time, the person she wished for nothing more than to be on the verge of death was herself and not Eleventh.

Death. Death. So death was so injurious.

There was no way to see a person he cared about, a person who was once so alive, disappear in front of him just like that.

At the last moment, when the Snake Trust was about to lick the tip of her nose, a strange thought suddenly occurred to her: Luckily, she did not see He Lan Xue die, but fortunately, she did not have to experience the heart-wrenching fear.

The fact that she only had a few days left in her life suddenly became very clear.

She slipped into his arms, sensing the precariousness of his life. No matter how tightly she clutched his hands, the fabric of his clothes would have to be wedged between her nails. He was still slipping away.

"I'm so afraid of your death." Her eyes were filled with tears, and she was crying her heart out.

He Lan Xue's heart tightened, just like a hand covered in salt and sweat, she pinched her own dry heart.

It was extremely astringent.

"I'm more afraid." His fingers dug into her hair, pressing her little head close to him, wishing he could rub it in, knead it into his bones, knead it into his life. From then on, he would have nothing to worry about, worry about, worry about.

Again and again, the fear his lover brought him was so deep and so heavy.

It turned out that they were both extremely afraid of each other's passing.

In fact, if the other party was no more, then his life would have no meaning.

Martial Lord looked at the two of them in confusion. After a long while, he finally stepped forward, grabbed his lover's collar and pulled her out of He Lan Xue's embrace like she was a little chick.

"Madam, He Lan Wushuang is not a good person. Don't be fooled by him." In any case, from the very beginning, the Martial Master did not have a good impression of the He Lan family.

Her lover was forcibly torn apart and could only be held in the air, staring at He Lan Xue.

He knew that Martial Lord wouldn't harm his lover, but he was feeling increasingly dizzy.

There were only three trials left.

From the arena, the distant sounds of horns and cheers could be heard. It seemed that the third stage had already begun.

"I'll come look for you tonight. In the evening, I'll settle everything." She turned around and resolutely returned to the venue.

He couldn't bring anything to his lover in such a terrible situation.

Her lover was still looking at him eagerly.

However, He Lan Xue walked with extreme decisiveness. She didn't even turn her head back once. It was as if she was afraid that if she did, she wouldn't have the courage to abandon her and continue this dangerous journey.

When he returned to the arena and saw that the second stage had indeed ended and all the platforms had been cleared away, the twenty thousand imperial guards in front of him had lined up neatly, arranged themselves in a neat and orderly manner, and had an imposing manner.

Ice People spent most of their time in the snow and ice. Naturally, they were especially fond of red. Red was also the national color of Ice Country.

Just as the colors of the Yan Nation were black and gold, the colors of the Sky Dynasty were bright yellow and white. Every country had their own characteristics and personality.

Her hair was combed into a bun as high as the clouds and mist, and her face was as cold as frost. Her skin was as snow, and her clothes were as fire, but the contrast between their colourful colors made her appear to be a goddess in the eyes of the crowd, as if she was an extraordinary person.

The spectators all looked up at her with reverence, their hearts surging with indescribable emotions.

When he thought of the few men standing in front of the stage, he felt more and more picky; their eyes swept across him with a fierce and eager gaze: Xia Yu, who looked like a tall and skinny teenager, was excited; a few famous young masters in the martial arts world were hesitant; and Liu Xi, who had the calmest expression, had a faint smile on his lips.

Yes, Liu Xi.

In the battle with Yan Han just now, what surprised everyone was that the one who lost was Yan Han.

To be exact, Yan Han did not really lose. While they were fighting, it was unknown what Liu Xi had said to him, but Yan Han suddenly stopped, and then very politely said: "Young Noble Liu's intelligence has already surpassed mine, so there's no point in competing in this match."

With that said, Yan Han still went down and took the initiative to leave the stage. From this, Liu Xi won.

The crowd burst into an uproar.

However, Liu Xi's reputation was already very high. Although there was this matter, it did not garner much discussion.