I Have a Three-Realm Auction System

Outside the hall, one by one, the guys wearing night clothes, holding sharp blades, chopped away at the people around them from time to time, with terrifying vigor across the world.

And above the sky, there are even more terrifying and powerful confrontations, with strong energy fluctuations, and the people who are pressed can't breathe.

"Miss Wen, come with me." A member of the monastery said, leading Wen Ting quickly towards the back mountain of the monastery.

Wen Ting did not dare to neglect, and followed closely behind.

At this time, the two guys wearing black night clothes also noticed a few people, and their figures flashed and followed.

The speed of the three Wen Ting was not very fast. After all, Zhou Fan was still in a coma, and it was completely an oil bottle.

"Miss Wen, they are catching up, you go first, I'm blocking them." After this person said, he turned back, holding a sharp blade, and killed them.

It's just that the two of them are really strong, and they solved the problem with the sword.

Seeing this scene, Wen Ting panicked and took Zhou Fan a little faster.

But, after all, she took Zhou Fan with her, no matter how fast she was, she couldn't be as fast as the two of them. She just caught up with her in the blink of an eye.

"Hehe...Little lady, I think you can escape there." One of the people in black said with a smile.

"Big brother, I [man novel network www.9nanren.com] think this little lady is very beautiful, do you want her to be happy with our brother?" Another person laughed.

"Hahaha... so good."

The two came step by step towards Wen Ting, and there was a glow in their eyes.

It can be seen that the two of them have moved their lusts now, and want to do something reddening before solving Wen Ting.

"Don't come here, I will tell you that my husband is very good. If you treat me well, he will not let you go." A panic flashed in Wen Ting's eyes and her body kept backing away.

"Very powerful? How powerful can it be?"

"It's not this guy you are talking about, look at his sickly appearance, where can he be so good?"

"Little lady, in my opinion, you'd better follow us, so as not to suffer from flesh and blood, maybe you can give birth to two big fat boys in the future." The black man said with a smile, between words, To the extreme.

Wen Ting's figure kept retreating, her eyes full of fear. The strength of the two of them reached the realm of true immortality. She was not able to fight against her at all. Could it be that she was really going to be insulted by them today?

As soon as the two of them stepped on their feet, one step came to Wen Ting, and Wen Ting panicked, and Zhou Fan, who was supporting him, also fell down.

"Brother Fan, save me!" Wen Ting shouted in horror.

"Haha...little lady, that guy is a dead person and can't save you." One of the people in black said with a smile.

"Yeah, just tear your throat and scream. The louder you scream, the more excited we will be, haha..." The two were even more brazen, clutching Wen Ting's arm and laughing.

Wen Ting struggled hard, but it was of no use. She yelled in horror and asked Zhou Fan for help!

"Brother Fan, don't sleep, come and save me!" Wen Ting said in horror.

Stabbed!

The black-clothed man directly pulled the thin shirt off Wen Ting's arm with his palm, making a piercing sound, revealing his snow-white skin.

Wen Ting stretched out her hands and hugged her arms tightly.

"Haha... it's really the best in the world, your boyfriend is a trash, it's useless, what can you expect from him?" The black man laughed presumptuously.

On the other side, Zhou Fan was still in a coma, his soul closed, and he didn't want to wake up.

However, it wasn't that he didn't feel anything. He could still hear Wen Ting's call for help and the unscrupulous roar of the man in black.

He wants to wake up, wants to drive away the black man who bullied Wen Ting, but he was also afraid, afraid that he could not protect Wen Ting, just as he could not protect Yan Shuimo, and finally could only watch Yan Shuimo fall weakly. In the hands of Emperor Meng.

"No... I want to wake up. I have lost the ink and wash and can no longer lose Tingting." Zhou Fan struggled in his heart, his soul fluctuated violently, trying to break through his closed soul and gain control of his body.

However, he found that his body didn't seem to belong to him, even if he tried to control it, he still didn't have it.

"Ah...Help!" In Wen Ting's body, aura burst out, broke free of the black-clothed man's control, and ran towards Zhou Fan.

He came to Zhou Fan and looked at the man in black who was still walking towards him in horror.

"Haha...little lady, it's useless, no one can save you today." The man in black reluctantly walked towards Wen Ting.

Seeing the man in black who was getting closer and closer to herself, a touch of despair flashed in Wen Ting's eyes. It was impossible for her to get rid of the man in black, but she couldn't do anything to sorry Zhou Fan.

Ever since, she took a dagger out of her pocket and held it in her hand.

"Want to commit suicide? Tsk tsk...Little lady, suicide is painful, have you figured it out?" Seeing this scene, the man in black folded his arms and said playfully.

"It's really Zhenlie, but the more you do this, the more I like it." The other person stepped on his feet and walked towards Wen Ting.

"Don't come here, I'll die for you to see if you come again." Wen Ting trembled.

"Death, you are dead!" The man in black didn't care, and didn't seem to care about Wen Ting's death.

Wen Ting lowered her head, tears couldn't help streaming out, "Brother Fan, I'm sorry, if there is an afterlife, let's be together again."

After that, Wen Ting raised the dagger and slowly placed it on her neck.

"No..." Zhou Fan was horrified, and the scene of Yan Shuimo's death kept playing back in his mind. The blood stained his clothes, so heartbreaking.

Today, is he going to experience Wen Ting's death again?

No, he can't accept it, he can no longer watch Wen Ting die in front of him without being indifferent.

He wants to wake up, he wants to protect Wen Ting, and stop watching his beloved one die in front of him.

At this moment, the soul in Zhou Fan's Niwan Palace violently agitated, and the powerful soul power instantly shattered the autistic state and regained control of the body.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and he reached out his palm in an instant, holding a dagger that was not far from Wen Ting in his hand.

"I'm sorry, it's all my fault, and you have been wronged." Zhou Fan said apologetically while holding the dagger while looking at Wen Ting.

"You wake up, it's more important than anything else." Wen Ting immediately ran away in tears, let go of the dagger, and threw herself into Zhou Fan's arms.

After a long time, Zhou Fan let go of Wen Ting and looked at the man in black, "Next, let me solve them first."