Save the beautiful and tragic hero

The courtyard was only so big, and those people were so fast that they rushed to Mi Lu in the blink of an eye.

The sunlight reflected on the silver-white sword, and circles of halos appeared on Mi Lu's face.

Mi Lu's eyes were piercing, and his fair face was covered with a thin layer of frost. He squeezed out a cold snort from his throat, and squinted at the old bustard hiding behind those people: "Want to kill us? That depends on whether you have any." That ability."

Before he could finish his sentence, Bi Youjian burst out of the Qiankun bag with a bang.

This Biyou Sword is not the previous Biyou Sword.

In the Peach Blossom Formation of Yao Zongtang, Mi Lu once lent the Biyou Sword to Hu Luyan, but was burned by the flame of the blood curse created by Lin Ji.

When Mi Lu took back the Biyou Sword, the faint green light lingering on the sword disappeared, replaced by a bright red like a flame.

Mi Lu poured spiritual power into the blade of the sword, manipulated the Biyou sword to pull out a sword flower in mid-air, and then swung it violently at those who were about to attack them.

The speed of the Biyou sword was even faster, the blade flashed past, leaving behind a dazzling red light.

The red light cut through the necks of those people.

The actions of those people swiping their swords stopped in unison.

Seeing this, the old bustard who was hiding behind jumped up and cursed: "What are you still doing in a daze? Come on, kill them all!"

As soon as the old bustard finished speaking, she was horrified to see the heads of those people falling from their necks at the same time, gurgling and rolling to the ground, with their eyes wide open.

"..." The old bustard was stunned for a moment, then opened his mouth to scream, "Ah—"

Mi Lu manipulated the Biyou sword to eliminate all the people who entangled Wude, and then pointed the sword head at the old bustard.

The old bustard turned pale and backed away again and again.

Just when the tip of the sword was about to reach the old bustard's chest, a force gently grabbed Mi Lu's arm.

Mi Lu looked back and found that Hu Luyan, who was kneeling on the ground, stood up at some point. There was no wave on Hu Luyan's face, and his expression was close to numbness. He said hoarsely: "I want to solve her with my own hands."

Mi Lu raised his head and looked into Hu Luyan's dark pupils. For some reason, he felt a little uneasy.

Hu Luyan's condition is very poor.

Like a ball that is constantly inflated, the ball has been expanding, and the expansion has reached a certain level, even beyond Hu Luyan's tolerance.

But the ball did not stop because of this, it was still being inflated and expanding.

Mi Lu remembered that Hu Luyan was in the same state when they were on the back mountain of Yaozong Hall.

Do not……

In comparison, it was fine back then.

At this moment, Hu Luyan made Mi Lu a little scared.

But Mi Lu hesitated for a moment, and directly withdrew the Biyou sword, turning sideways to make way for Hu Luyan.

Hu Luyan walked towards the bustard who was slumped on the ground with a blank expression. Every time he took a step, a little black mist overflowed from his body.

When he walked in front of the old bustard, his whole body was covered by a layer of black mist that could not be seen.

The old bustard seemed to recognize something, looked up at him with a dull expression, and looked at him for a while with the black eyes under the long eyelashes, the old bustard finally remembered something, extreme fear appeared on his heavily made-up face.

"You, you, you, you..." The old bustard stammered, unable to form a sentence, as if he had seen some terrifying scene, "You are that child..."

Hu Luyan squatted down and looked at the bustard: "It's me."

"Didn't you run away a long time ago? Why did you come back?" The old bustard paused, suddenly realized something, and burst into tears, "Your mother's death has nothing to do with me. If you want revenge, don't look for me, I am innocent."

Hu Luyan looked at her firmly: "But you betrayed her."

"I, I, I have no choice. She is one of my subordinates. If she runs away, won't those people come to trouble me?" Once your mother abused you, or I kindly found someone to build you a small wooden house. You see it because of the love back then, let me go. There are so many people who bully your mother, don’t take all the blame Come on my head."

"I won't blame you for everything." Hu Luyan said in a low voice, "Everyone who bullied us will die."

After finishing speaking, he raised the corner of his mouth, "Including you."

The old bustard gasped: "You..."

As a result, the old bustard could only utter one word, and a large black water gathered under her feet, a pair of rotten and withered hands stretched out from the black water, and grabbed the old bustard's legs.

The bustard screamed and kicked her legs wildly, trying to get rid of the rotten and dry hands.

Unfortunately it was all in vain.

The mummy puppet crawled out of the black water, bit off one of the old bustard's ears alive with its bloody mouth open, scarlet blood gushed out, and flowed down from the gap between the old bustard's fingers covering his ears.

The old bustard cried and screamed and begged for mercy, her twisted face was full of pain and suffering.

The mummy puppet did not kill the old bustard, but dragged the old bustard into the black water bit by bit.

Standing by the edge of the black water, Hu Luyan looked down at the bustard whose body was sinking a little bit: "For the sake of your helping me, I will let you live a little longer, but it's just living in my corpse." Pearl."

"Help..." The bustard's voice stopped abruptly, and the last struggling fingers were completely submerged in the swampy black water.

After the black water swallowed the old bustard, it became smaller and smaller, and soon condensed into a corpse bead.

Hu Luyan picked up the corpse bead, turned his head to look at Wude, who was leaning against the eaves with a white face and panting.

After the failed attack on Hu Luxing a few years ago, Wu De was tortured for three days and three nights in Tianming Mountain, and his body was not as good as before. Just now, he just fought with a few slaves in Manchun Garden, which almost killed him.

Hu Luyan walked over, his eyes fell on Wude's right hand that was always clenched into a fist.

Wude finally took a breath, and said dryly, "I won't accompany you for the rest of the journey, I want to take Liuliu to find a place to settle down."

Hu Luyan stared blankly at Wude's right hand, opened his mouth, but tasted a fishy sweetness again.

"It contains Liuliu's body, but I think she doesn't want you to see her like this, so I won't let her out." Wude was quiet for a while, looking down at the ground, his voice was so dry, "Liu Liu was a girl when she adopted you. She has never raised a child, and she doesn't know how to raise a child. Sometimes she uses the wrong method..."

Hu Luyan remained silent, only a wisp of scarlet flowed from the corner of his mouth.

The angina-like pain began to torment him again.

Wude raised his eyes and looked at him: "But she once regarded you as her child sincerely, even if she is not a qualified mother, she once wanted to be a good mother... The past is over, don't hate her anymore .”

After the words fell, Hu Luyan vomited a mouthful of blood.

"I will kill them all." Hu Luyan's eyes were filled with strong hatred, like a poisoned knife, and his words were sonorous and forceful, "They all have to die."

After Hu Luyan finished speaking, he suddenly touched the ground with his toes, and then rose into the air.

Mi Lu followed closely behind.

I saw Hu Luyan flying straight out of the Manchun Garden and came to the teahouse where they stayed not long ago.

The storyteller has already left, and there is only a group of idle demons still chatting in the corner of the teahouse. They have finished discussing the girl Ruliu who was once famous in Drunken City, and now they are talking about what happened on the day of drawing the sword a while ago. thing.

Hu Luyan walked over with a sullen face, raising his hand while walking to remove the magic weapon that changed his appearance.

His strange behavior attracted the attention of many people in the teahouse, and his gorgeous appearance after taking off the magic weapon even made some people exclaim.

The movement in the teahouse reached the ears of the group of demon cultivators, and the group of demon cultivators stopped talking one after another, turned to look at Hu Luyan, and then showed amazed expressions.

Moxiu on the far side immediately jumped up from the chair: "Who are you?"

Hu Luyan stared at him for a moment, then asked with a smile: "I heard that you want to know why Ruliu died?"

Dazzled by Hu Luyan's pretty smile, Moxiu nodded in a daze: "You know?"

"I know."

At this moment, how can Moxiu want to know the past of a prostitute?It's just that the unknown beauty in front of him started talking, so he had no choice but to continue: "So why did Miss Ruliu die?"

Hu Luyan raised the corners of his mouth, the arc widened, and his smile became brighter and brighter, just like the scorching sun hanging in the sky.

He beckoned to Moxiu.

Moxiu smiled obscenely, and immediately moved his head forward.

Unexpectedly, the words uttered from those thin lips were extremely cold: "I will tell you when you die."

Moxiu was taken aback, but before he could react, a long thorny whip slashed down from his head, splitting him in half from head to toe.

With a puff——

Blood spurted out and splashed all over the ground.

The demon cultivators behind were all stunned for a moment, and after reacting, they were both shocked and angry, and glared fiercely at Hu Luyan at the same time.

"Are you looking for death? How dare you kill our Wanbianmen!"

"Let's go together!"

"kill him!"

Hu Luyan stood still and swung his whip away. Again and again, two people were split in half by the seemingly soft long whip.

The rest of the people retreated in unison, their faces filled with deep fear.

In just a short while, the ground of the teahouse was covered with blood, and the whole teahouse was soaked in the strong smell of blood.

Seeing that the situation was wrong, the people who originally planned to watch the scene screamed and fled outside the teahouse.

"Killed! Someone killed!"

"Run, run, run—"

Hu Luyan got rid of the rest of the people, dragged the long whip out of the teahouse, and the long whip dragged a messy bloodstain on the ground.

The teahouse was surrounded by crowds, the owner of the teahouse tremblingly hid behind the crowd, pointed at Hu Luyan and said loudly: "It's him, that's him. I just got the news that he killed Niang Yu from Manchunyuan!"

"What? He killed Mother Yu!"

"Who is he? Why did he suddenly kill someone?"

"Don't you guys think his looks are familiar?" A slightly older Moxiu squinted at Hu Luyan, and then said in a trembling voice, "More than ten years ago, Miss Ruliu from Chunman Garden came to Drunk City, There is also a child with him, and that child's eyebrows are somewhat similar to him."

After being reminded by the demon cultivator, many people thought of the poor child who followed Ruliu ten years ago.

In terms of appearance, they are really similar.

There are more and more onlookers, all of whom are whispering. Moxiu, who has a high level of cultivation, can't stand it any longer. He gets up and flies to Hu Luyan, and sternly said: "I don't care who you are or where you came from. Since you are here If you come to our Drunk City, you must abide by the rules of our Drunk City, otherwise our Drunk City will not tolerate you."

Hu Luyan looked at him and said with a smile: "If I say, if you can't tolerate it, you can tolerate it?"

Moxiu snorted coldly: "It depends on whether you have that ability."

Moxiu couldn't detect Hu Luyan's cultivation base, and looking at Hu Luyan's age, he thought that Hu Luyan used magic tools to hide his cultivation base, and his disdain was even worse.

He didn't even intend to take out the magic weapon.

The arrogant kid in front of him is not worthy of his actions.

Moxiu thought so, and he dodged close to Hu Luyan. He transported spiritual power from his palm and was about to attack Hu Luyan, but unexpectedly, Hu Luyan grabbed him by the neck.

Moxiu was shocked.

What's going on with this, this person?Why is it so fast?

Even he couldn't dodge it...

Or he was too underestimated.

Moxiu gritted his teeth secretly, and was about to call out the magic weapon, but suddenly found that a large amount of spiritual power was draining from his body——

Everyone watched a high-level Moxiu being sucked out of his spiritual power by Hu Luyan, and they couldn't help but squeeze back. Everyone's face was full of shock, surprise, and disbelief.

They couldn't believe their eyes.

Hu Luyan threw away Moxiu's body, and glanced at everyone indifferently: "From now on, I, Hu Luyan, will be the lord of Drunken City."