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One night passed.

Early the next morning, Li Qing and others woke up with pale faces, blue lips, and extremely weak.

Qi Yun asked the doctor to check it carefully, but he lost his blood and he needed to recuperate for a while.

He nodded lightly, instructed Li Qing and others to rest well, and asked the doctor to prescribe nourishing medicine for them.

Today during the day, he went to the headquarters of the military gang again, told Zhao Tianlong about yesterday’s news, and wanted to ask his opinion.

Whether Aojia escaped or not is extremely important.

Once the Aojia really left, the martial arts gang would instantly become a piece of unowned fat.

If you meet a good master, you can bear it a little bit.

But if you encounter those cruel and indiscriminate killings, the martial gang will basically be over, and everyone will be reduced to blood.

Zhao Tianlong was also shocked when he heard Qi Yun's news, his eyes flashed violently.

"Okay, I will contact them immediately to confirm."

Zhao Tianlong said gravely.

Qi Yun nodded lightly and said: "I don't know the truth or not of the cracks in the underworld. I will continue to investigate the strange things in the city in the past two days. If the Ao family really escapes, with all due respect, the martial arts gang should move away as soon as possible. "

Zhao Tianlong sighed and said, "How easy is it to move? If we really don't have a backer, life and death will be in our own hands, let alone move away."

Qi Yun felt heavier again.

"Hall Master Qi, do you have enough manpower? If it is not enough, I can ask other people in the hall to transfer it to you."

Zhao Tianlong said.

Qi Yun said, "Okay, there are workers."

Zhao Tianlong nodded, showing a trace of relief.

In the past few days, major events have happened one after another, and the gang is quite unstable, so he has also confiscated Qi Yun as a righteous son.

However, it was not announced on the bright side, but in my heart, Qi Yun has been cultivated as a Taibao.

After that, Qi Yun didn't stay too much, and quickly walked away.

…

Two days passed.

Inside the broken pavilion.

A wonderful [woman] wearing a red dress, with white skin and a throat knot, is facing a bronze mirror and gently applying makeup.

Suddenly, a breeze swept across.

Behind him appeared a middle-aged man wearing a white robe. His body was slender and his face was indifferent. Although he was a middle-aged man, he was unusually heroic.

"It seems that the people of the Netherworld Cult still take my Aojia's words as deaf ears, and are reluctant to leave in the realm of my Aojia. Is it true that I can be deceived by my Aojia?"

The middle-aged man said.

The beautiful woman suddenly smiled and said: "I didn't expect to meet the sixth master of the Ao family here again. It is really a coincidence. The slave family said to leave last time, but other things were accidentally delayed. Don't worry, the slave family will leave now. This time it must be true."

He held the bronze mirror, smiled, and got up from here.

"You don't have to go, I'll give you a ride."

The middle-aged man's voice is indifferent.

Boom!

With a palm of his hand, the cyan hurricane emerged, whistling, whirring, like a terrible knife, forming a cyan tornado, sweeping towards the beauty.

The beautiful woman didn't seem to react at all, and was instantly swept away by the terrible tornado.

Wow!

Within the tornado, the body seemed to have suffered a disaster, and was instantly chopped to pieces by the winds of the wind. The body turned into pieces of cloth and scattered towards the surroundings.

A white puppet fell from the air, covered with scars, lying motionless on the ground.

The middle-aged man made a cold snort.

"The technique of death!"

His eyes flashed with cold, and he looked into the distance.

At this time, two white white shadows in the distance leaped forward and quickly fell behind him.

In the form of two valiant young men, both in white robes and extremely handsome at the age of twenty-two.

"Uncle Six, the Ao Ling in the prison has already succeeded. The family means that they are preparing to evacuate. What about this Hongtian City? Is it really like this?"

A young man asked.

"Hongtian City has been in business for nearly a hundred years. Even if we want to give away people, we don't just give it away casually. How can it be so easy to give out so much blood food after training."

The middle-aged man had a cold tone and said, "You two are about to break through to the monthly level, right?"

"It's still one step away. It should take a while."

One of the young men said.

"You go to the martial arts group, you have absorbed all these blood foods before you leave. My proud family has raised them for so long, even if you want to leave, it is impossible to make others cheaper."

The middle-aged man said.

"Yes, Uncle Six!"

Light flashed in the eyes of the two young men, revealing a hint of anticipation and bloodthirsty.

"Also, be careful about the Netherworld Cult. They haven't left yet. They should have taken a fancy to the crack in the Netherworld. Don't let them calculate it."

The middle-aged man said.

"Don't worry, with the strength of the two of us, even if we are calculated, we can escape smoothly."

The two young men sneered.

"Well, I'm waiting for you in the dark."

The middle-aged man nodded.

The two young men laughed, their bodies straightened up and swept towards Hongtian City.

The other direction.

Inside the dilapidated deserted village.

The woman in the red dress sits on a mound, dressing in front of the bronze mirror, frowning and frowning, all graceful and incomparable.

"Shen Jing, Shen Jing, who is the most beautiful woman in this world?"

The woman asked softly.

A weird face appeared in the bronze mirror, and he smiled and said, "Do you still need to ask? It must be my unparalleled master Yan Yan."

The woman laughed.

The sound of breaking wind rang out behind him, and a figure fell here, staring at the Wushuang woman with Adam's apple, and said: "Something has happened, the soul lamps of the Shadow Venerable and the Toad Venerable in the city have gone out, and they were killed."

"Huh?"

The Wushuang woman frowned lightly and said, "Who did it, have you found it out?"

"There are traces of flame burning on the spot, but there is no divine power fluctuation. It may be a god-slayer, or other masters deliberately suppressed the divine power fluctuation."

The man said.

"Hehe, it's really interesting, the city seems to be getting chaotic, but the people who dare to kill my Nether Cult are very courageous."

The Wushuang woman chuckled softly.

"How is the situation at your Aojia?"

The people behind asked ~www.readwn.com~ They had left deliberately, but they didn't want to be exposed. They were just hard-headed and strong. If they weren't expected to go, they would be attacked by the martial gang before they left. "

Wushuang woman said.

"Then what shall we do? Do you want to stop them?"

"What are you doing to stop? The martial arts gang is their blood food. If they are killed, they will kill. We can just pretend that we don't know. The crack in the underworld is our goal."

Wushuang woman said lightly.

The person behind nodded, his body flashed, and disappeared again.

The Wushuang woman caressed her cheeks, she was charming, she looked at the bronze mirror, and smiled softly: "God mirror, God mirror, who did you say killed my Nether Cult?"

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