Mountains and rivers are in her palm

Yan Wanqing stood aside, her eyebrows lowered, her eyes full of sarcasm.

If Song Huaxu really cared about Song Ning, how could he not recognize that bloody monster as the one he cared about?
If you didn't take it to heart, why would you rather lose your life against the sky and change her body...

Out of the corner of his eye, Song Huaxu held Shen Shuyun in his arms, and patiently patted her head again and again, his eyes were full of calm, as if he wasn't the one who ran wildly in the corridor just now.

Man, it's complicated.

Seeing Song Huaxu lift Shen Shuyun up from the wheelchair, Yan Wanqing gave up her seat carefully and tried her best to play an ordinary servant.

Seeing people walking away, she snorted coldly.

I hope Shen Shuyun can wait a little longer, she is really looking forward to seeing people like Song Huaxu fighting trapped beasts.

Just like, like her father and brother, like the people of Yanmen Pass.

The disputes he provoked in the world all these years must be paid back, right?
Yan Wanqing walked to the side of the koi pond, and looked at a white gown embroidered with acacia flower pattern with gold thread floating on the water, and under the gown was the body that had sunk to the bottom of the water.

"I'm going to die this time..."

Yan Wanqing muttered to herself.

I don't know why, but I always feel a familiar feeling when I see Song Ning.

This feeling is not because she and Shen Shuyun have exactly the same face, but an indescribable feeling.

Stinging, chilling, gloomy, like a poisonous snake always watching her in the dark...

Even at this very moment, he is already sinking at the bottom of the lake, motionless, this feeling still exists.

Really, it's uncomfortable.

Yan Wanqing tried her best to ignore this creepy feeling of discomfort, turned around and walked towards the bridge.

Along the way, believers with weapons could be seen running towards the bridge. They looked in a hurry and shouted to each other to help.

It seems that the bridgehead has been fighting for a long time.

When Yan Wanqing arrived, he saw Xiao Pingfeng blocking a group of believers headed by the apostle with his own strength, and even captured the apostle directly, using him as a threat to force the believers to keep retreating.

This combat power is worthy of being the master of the eighteenth floor of hell.

I don't know how many tricks I can do in Xiao Pingfeng's hands in my heyday?
Yan Wanqing suddenly had such an idea in his mind.

"Back." Xiao Pingfeng lightly parted her thin lips, her sword-brows filled with fear.

At the same time, the long sword on the apostle's neck was getting closer, and he could clearly feel the pain from his flesh.

"Kill me, don't any of you run away, the leader won't let you go out alive!" The apostle didn't even dare to swallow his saliva. He had seen this guard's killing methods, and he was at the end of his strength at this moment.

Xiao Pingfeng didn't take his threats seriously at all.

"Okay, I'll wait here. Go and call Song Huaxu over now, and see who is keeping who from getting out alive." As soon as he said this, all the bandits behind him laughed out loud.

Ghost Mian Wenrou held a whirlwind hammer and stood forward. With his face full of flesh, he kept sneering, but his voice was as gentle as a spring breeze blowing on his face. What he said was creepy: "Killing one is killing, killing a group is also killing, watching These grandsons don’t seem like good people, they all killed my new hammer.”

His whirlwind hammer was completely black, covered with nails, and every nail had blood and flesh left on it. The disciples could still recall the scene of the crazy fat man spinning the whirlwind hammer on their heads just now, which made people shudder.

"What are you hiding behind?" The ghost face gently spat on the ground, showing its white teeth, and said grimly: "A bunch of cowards."

If it were the usual, the believers would definitely go up and tear each other's mouth, and then press him on the ground and rub him hard, telling him who is the coward.

But right now, with Xiao Pingfeng, the God of Killing, behind them there are so many Bandits watching over them, all of them are fat and strong, big and three rough, even the apostle was caught by them.

"What are you doing talking so much nonsense with them, go straight in and rescue Sister Shen!" A small figure emerged from among the bandits, it was Yan Lingzhen.

Today, she is also dressed neatly, with poisonous needles hidden all over her body, and she is fully capable of self-protection.

When they heard that they were here to rescue Shen Shuyun.

The apostle suddenly realized, his eyes widened: "You, you are!"

The moment he looked at Yan Lingzhen, he understood everything.

"It's your aunt, what's the matter?! Apostle, you don't mean to reminisce about old times with me, please beg me to act quickly later?!" Yan Lingzhen sneered, walked in front of the apostle, and raised her foot towards the apostle. The wound on his calf was a hard kick.

She was going to kick over there.

But because she has not yet reached the age of Ji, she has always been an ignorant little girl in front of everyone, so Yan Lingzhen had no choice but to give up.

But who told her to be a doctor, she knew exactly why kicking hurts the most.

The apostle was kicked so that his five sense organs flew wildly, and tears came out of the corners of his eyes.

But there was still a sharp knife around his neck, so the apostle had no choice but to forcefully suppress the anger in his stomach.

He endured the pain and squeezed out a smile.

"Princess Anping should be fine, right? What about her?" The apostle could only try to find someone to talk to because he couldn't talk to the child: "I'm Huaiyu's twin brother anyway. You don't want to see the monk?" Look at the face of the Buddha, besides, I have not done anything harmful to nature."

As the apostle spoke, he ordered the believers to step back.

They took a step back, and Xiao Pingfeng pressed the apostle to take a step forward, and soon all the bandits behind them were away from the dangerous plank road, and they finally squeezed into the open space in front of the main entrance of the main hall.

"I've all retreated." The apostle said cautiously: "Look, do you want to let me go first? My younger sister, Huaiyu, has a pretty good relationship with your princess. She must not want to see us make trouble like this. Like this."

"You want to save Shen Shuyun, I can lead the way."

Hearing the words of the apostle, the faces of all the disciples became gloomy: "Apostle, you are indeed a traitor! Just now you helped that female mountain bandit, and now you have lured wolves into the house, so you should be killed directly!"

The apostle's eyes were stern: "Shut up! Is there anything you can say!"

If it wasn't for these idiots who helped Song Ning just now, now he has brought the female bandit to meet the leader. With the leader in charge, how could there be so many troubles? !
Mention the leader.

Everyone became suspicious.

This has been going on for a while, where did Song Huaxu go? !

"The apostles have betrayed the Light God Sect. Song Ning is dead. Your leader has gone mad. Just now I saw him standing there vomiting blood." A voice suddenly came from diagonally above.

Following the sound, Yan Hongzhao, dressed in red, was leaning against the eaves, looking very chic. I don't know how long he had been looking at it.

People don't believe it.

"Nonsense! How could the lord of martial arts go crazy?! Besides, how could Miss Song Ning die if she is so good! Don't lie here to confuse people!"

Seeing that they didn't believe it, Yan Hongzhao gasped twice.

"You don't believe it, smell it yourself, is there a burning smell in the air?"

Smell it, it seems to really smell the smell of fire.

"That's the smell of your Miss Song Ning being burned to ashes." Yan Hongzhao curled her lips viciously.

She has always been above the eaves, seeing everything clearly.

Listening to the sound of vomiting from someone below.

Yan Hongzhao's face turned cold: "My rule is, disarm and don't kill."