Devil Lord, You Lose Your Soul

Rong Shen and Cheng Xiu have already approached. Cheng Xiu slightly raises his eyebrows and looks down at Song Yue. Rong Shen walks around the coffin and stops in front of song Yue.

"Sister Rong, please help us. This coffin is very strange." Song Yue looked at Rong Shen pitifully, because his skin was bronzed, so even if he couldn't support it now, his face didn't look worse than his bodyguard.

However, song Yue's back was wet with sweat.

Rong Shen looks at him faintly, and doesn't mean to do anything at all. Cheng Xiu goes to Rong Shen's side and says helplessly: "help them."

Rong Shen snorted and then moved his hand.

She touched one end of the coffin with one hand. It seemed that it was only a slight push. The coffin, which was as heavy as black iron, moved back a lot. At last, she left the guard's shoulder and "bang" fell on the ground and fell into the ground for a few minutes.

The bodyguard couldn't hold on any longer. He threw himself forward and fell to the ground.

Song Yue's left hand is numb. He reaches for his right hand to pick him up, but he can't catch it. Cheng Xiu squats down to help flatten the guard.

Two pits appeared where the bodyguard knelt. The bottom of the pit was red with blood.

"His kneecap is completely broken." Cheng xiutan touched his hand and said in a deep voice.

The earlier song knew that it was the result, he pulled his lips and showed a wry smile. "It's a blessing to be alive."

The bodyguard didn't faint until now. When Cheng Xiu touched his knee, he gritted his teeth and finally slowed down. Hearing what song Yue and Cheng Xiu said, he looked at Cheng Xiu and Rong Shen and solemnly said thanks.

"Thank you very much."

Rong deeply listens to too many thanks, and she doesn't care. She just looks at Cheng Xiu's bloody fingertips because he touched the guard's knee. She frowns slightly, squats down and takes out a piece of brocade to pull his hand.

"It's OK." Cheng Xiu was slightly stunned, looking at Rong Shen's soft and terrible eyes.

Rong Shen Wu lowered her head to help him wipe it. Anyway, she didn't like the way his hands were stained with blood.

When song Yue saw this scene, he swallowed his saliva and carefully asked about the doubts he had when he saw Cheng Xiu. He asked, "how are you, Cheng Xiu?"

Song Yue lowered his voice a lot, just for fear of saying something wrong.

He was not afraid of Cheng Xiu, but he was afraid of Rong Shen, even his master.

At the beginning, after the separation, master song Yue repeatedly told him that if he wanted to make Cheng Xiu and Rong Shen again in the future, no matter what, don't offend Rong Shen.

Song Yue remembered it when he talked too much.

Cheng Xiu didn't mind. Song Yue asked. He nodded and said, "it's really good."

Song Yue was relieved, and he was really happy for Cheng Xiu. He said with a smile, "that's great. My master also said that as long as your soul is found back, it will be better. Sister Rong is so powerful that she can help you find it back!"

By the way, let's praise Rongshen.

Rongshen was really happy. She snorted, took out a porcelain vase from her sleeve and threw it to song Yue. She said lazily, "if you wipe it on his leg, you can still save his leg."

Song Yue was so happy that he picked up the vase.

The flesh and blood on the guard's knee had been glued to the cloth, so song Yue had to help him tear off the cloth.

The bodyguard was a man who could bear it. He snorted a few times, but he just survived.

The porcelain bottle was filled with some liquid, and song Yue didn't know what it was, but the things in his hands must be good things.