Ghost doctor princess

Chapter 867 Willing to plan, counterattack (1)
Every day he wanted to say something, Yan Qi waved his hand and ordered: "Get ready immediately, we must save someone tonight."

"Yes, Lord," and walked out every day.

Yan Qi turned his head to look at Yun Ran on the bed, stretched out his slender jade-like hand to hold Yun Ran: "Ran'er, it looks like there will be a fierce battle tonight."

Yun Ran chuckled: "It's been a long time since I've exercised my muscles and bones, so I'll do some exercise tonight."

When she was about to get up, Yan Qi stepped forward to help her sit on the edge of the bed, bent down to help her put on the shoes on the floor, and tidied her clothes, then pulled her to the mirror, and held her up neatly with long fingers Fa, although not as good as grapefruit's craftsmanship, but not bad, the two of them packed up and went out.

Tianyuan Street has a large square.

There is a big round platform in the middle of the square. The lights around the round platform are brightly lit, and the people below the stage are in a commotion. Everyone is excitedly looking at the figure on the golden walking chariot on the stage. It was covered with a white veil, only revealing a pair of eyes.

These are a pair of indifferent and cold eyes, anyone who looks at them can feel a bone-chilling chill, which makes people feel chilling.

The corners of her lips were slightly curved in a sarcasm smile, her eyes pierced through the dark night and looked straight at the woman who was tied up on the high platform. It was full of firewood, and a woman holding a torch stood beside the woman, waiting for her order to set fire to people.

Seeing the woman struggling in fear and uneasiness, like a lamb waiting to be chopped, the saint of Nanli Kingdom felt a surge of joy in her heart.

Looking at the wriggling ants, she felt happy, hahaha, Yan Qi, Yun Ran, this is a big gift from me, I wonder if you will accept it?Yan Qi last time you made my life worse than death, but this time you changed my life to make your life worse than death, the pupils of the saint twisted ferociously instantly.

Tianyuan Street was brightly lit, countless torches illuminated the square, and there were smiling faces under the high platform. Everyone was excitedly looking at the tied woman on the high platform, and everyone was talking and talking about it. This woman is an evil spirit, and now she was caught by the saint, and she was burned to death this time, and no one can bring trouble to Nanli in the future. In everyone's eyes, the struggling, pitiful woman on the high platform is just Possessed by evil spirits.

Seeing that there are more and more people and the sky is getting darker and darker, the woman in the golden carriage slowly opened the golden gauze curtain. As soon as she moved, the square in Nuoda fell silent, and everyone watched silently. Looking at the saint on the high platform, I saw that the saint in the chariot did not speak, but just waved her hand, stood on the round platform under the hand holding the torch, immediately lit the fire, the fire blazed up, and soon burned a raging flame.

The people in the audience excitedly discussed again.

"The evil spirit will be burned to death."

"That's right, we Nanli will never have any misfortunes again."

Some people laughed excitedly, some people clapped their hands happily, some people danced and shouted happily.

Everyone is excited.

Only the woman tied up on the round platform was as white as paper, with big beads of sweat rolling down, struggling desperately, with tears rolling down from her eyes.

But such a miserable and pitiful look did not arouse any sympathy or pity.

In the dark night, apart from singing and laughter, there is also the sound of cracking firewood.

Under the night, suddenly there was a fierce murderous aura, and several black figures came straight towards the round platform.

Like a shooting star piercing through the thick darkness, it shot to the high platform in the blink of an eye.

The saint who was sitting in the yellow chariot before suddenly yelled sharply: "Someone has rescued the evil spirit, stop them."

Her hoarse, broken voice suddenly sounded, stinging people's eardrums, but at this time no one noticed this detail, everyone's attention was on her words, someone wanted to save the evil spirit.

Immediately, Tianyuan Street was in chaos, and countless people roared and screamed like crazy.

Among the crowd was an ambush subordinate, who suddenly shot out a powerful internal force and came straight towards the rescuer.

The two gangs fought each other face to face.

Yan Qi and Yun Ran were the leaders of the men in black. They compared gestures with each other. Yan Qi went straight to those who shot out, while Yun Ran spun lightly like a black flower. The Flower of Netherworld went straight to the woman in the middle of the high platform. The silver light in her hand was shining with icy color, and she swung her sword towards the bound woman. waist, spinning and falling straight to the other side of the high platform.

The whole movement is smooth and flowing, unrestrained and free, like a vigorous goshawk, agile and fast.

When she landed on the high platform, the woman in her arms looked at her with tears in her eyes, and said with a sob, "Little Junior Sister, why are you here? Are they waiting for you?"

This woman is a disciple of Liuhuatang, her name is Zhao Yue, and she is Yunran's senior sister.

When Qin Liufeng returned to Nanli Country that day, there were still a few seniors and brothers left in Liuhuatang, so Yun Ran asked them to come to Nanli with Qin Liufeng, but he didn't expect that they would encounter such a big calamity.

Yun Ran glanced at Zhao Yue, raised her eyebrows lightly and said, "Senior Sister, where is Senior Brother? How is he?"

"He was imprisoned by the Holy Maiden in the Holy Maiden's Palace, Junior Sister, you must not enter the Holy Maiden's Palace, they have laid an ambush in the Holy Maiden's Palace."

Zhao Yue said that her body went limp and passed out, as if she couldn't bear such torture.

Yun Ran quickly reached out to support Zhao Yue, and called a black-clothed subordinate not far away to support Zhao Yue.

He jumped towards Yan Qi's side, at this moment, there were more and more people around the high platform, and many people surrounded them.

However, Yan Qi and Yun Ran are like evil gods, they are defeated wherever they go, those people are retreating steadily, and the woman who has been sitting in the yellow chariot stares coldly at the battle over there. For those who are retreating, if she can, she can't wait to give back all the things she has suffered.

There was a fight on the round platform, although the people below the stage ran away in a panic, but many people still crowded and shouted desperately.

"Catch them quickly, they want to save the evil spirit, they are friends of the evil spirit, catch them quickly."

"We can't let them save the evil spirit. They are going to use the evil spirit to harm us. Stop them."

Yun Ran's face turned dark, and she waved the long sword in her hand. Wherever the sword energy went, a large number of people were killed or injured, and she didn't seem to see it.

This kind of pedantic and superstitious people doesn't matter, Yun Ran looked at Yan Qi while beating, and said in a deep voice: "Go."

The two silhouettes are like two sharp blades, they are facing each other, and wherever the sword goes, there are a lot of casualties. Everyone can only watch them drifting away all the way. The people on the yellow chariot behind them have red eyes. Looking at the group of people leaving, there was a bloodthirsty sneer on the corner of his lips.

(End of this chapter)