Chapter 132: Blood collection

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War King House, Xue Yiju.
Xuanyuan ink looked at the moon that gradually faded out of the window, and there was an inexplicable irritability in my heart. I always felt that something would happen.
Suddenly the waist was tight, feeling a soft body behind it, and turned to see the worried purple, Xuanyuan ink's heart trembled, turned and held her tightly into her arms.
Feeling the fragility of Xuanyuan ink, the end of the wooden coffin ring tightened in his waist, raised the purple cicada and looked at him seriously, "A Xue, nothing, I will always be with you."
Tomorrow is the full moon night, she will not leave him one step at a time, whether or not he can alleviate his pain, she will accompany him.
Looking at the affectionate purple eyes, the inexplicable irritability in Xuanyuan's ink heart gradually disappeared.
The red lips covering the top of the raft, gently and intently kissing, silently telling their deep feelings.
Duanmu squat slowly closed his eyes, and kissed back in the same gentle and focused manner. The two men linger in tears, as if there were no other things in this world.
Suddenly, Xuanyuan inked his eyes and took the Duanmu directly behind him, watching the empty room with vigilance.
At this time, Duanmu also felt the abnormal fluctuations in the air. The dark purple scorpion picked up slightly, and the small hand stretched out. The thoughts moved, and a dagger with a cold light appeared in her hand.
In a few moments, there were a lot of black masked people in the room.
Those black-faced masked men were directly assassinated against the two men as soon as they appeared.
Xuanyuan ink amber color flashed a touch of cold light, the full moon night has not arrived, these people can not wait.
\"弑天剑!\"
With the call of Xuanyuan Mo, a sky blue giant sword was born.
When the sword was out, the black-faced masked people all panicked and panicked, and they all looked at each other. Finally, they put their eyes on the Duanmu, who was behind Xuanyuan.
It seems to have noticed the intention of the black man, Xuanyuan ink amber color flashed a touch of bloodthirsty. These people are damned.
Black-faced masked people have abandoned the Xuanyuan ink holding the sword of the sky, and rushed toward Duanmu.
Xuanyuan's ink eyes are slightly stunned, slightly tilted towards the end of the wood, "Cautious."
The giant sword in the hand was swept away at the same time, and a sky-blue sword was fanned out to the front. Where the sword is passing, the black masked man lies down.
The black-faced masked man saw a companion's body on the ground, and all of them were wide-eyed with fear. Strong power!
Suddenly some of them were fortunate that they were stabbing in the room, the room was small, and the power of the giant sword could not be opened. If it is outside, it is estimated that they don’t want to go back alive today. Thinking of the task that the master gave them, the black masked man had to go forward again.
This time they were not all concentrated in the front, but all scattered, from all sides to the end of the wood.
Looking at the new strategy of black masked people, Xuanyuan ink no longer let Duanmu squat behind him, but a pair of Duanmu to the side. He has no eyes behind him, put her on the side of his body, he can always pay attention to her safety, in order to ensure her foolproof, he can never let her hurt.
Duanmu was holding a dagger, and a pair of purple eyes looked at the black masked people around him. She couldn’t use mysterious power now, and Lingfa was not suitable for melee attacks. These black people's cultivation is not low, she must stay in the Xuanyuan ink, and must not be his burden.
As the scorpion sword in the hands of Xuanyuan Mo continually waved, the bodies on the ground were more and more.
The black-faced masked man in the head saw it, the black skull flashed slightly, and the face under the black face towel showed a dignified color, and a flash disappeared into the room.
Xuanyuan, who focused on protecting the end of the raft, did not notice the disappearing black masked man.
Suddenly, a long sword with a cold light appeared behind Duanmu. It was the black masked man who was standing behind the raft.
Seems to feel something, Xuanyuan ink violently turned back, saw the long sword stabbed in the forward end of the raft, the heart missed a beat. Subconsciously reached out and held the long sword, the red blood swept the tip of the sword and filled the entire blade.
The black masked man saw the shape, and the lips evoked a strange smile.
\"A Xue...\" Duanmu screamed out.
Looking at Xuanyuan Mo's hand that was constantly dripping blood, Duanmu's eyes instantly turned red, and the dagger in his hand was stabbed to the heart of the black masked man.
The speed of Duanmu was very fast. The black masked man didn’t have time to react. He only felt a pain in his chest and looked down at his heart and was inserting a dagger. Lifting his left hand and trying to attack the end of the raft, but was shaken by a powerful force, shaking his internal organs.
\"噗...\" The black masked man vomited a blood violently, even though he felt that he was dying, but he still firmly grasped the sword in his hand and endured the pain of his body. The long sword in the handle was thrown to another black masked man. After doing all this, the black masked man finally could not hold on to death.
The black masked man who took the sword immediately disappeared into the room after receiving the sword.
In addition, several black-faced masked people also wanted to escape, but they were all swept away by Xuanyuan ink and a sword.
\"A Xue, your hand...\" Duanmu was so distressed to win the injured left hand of Xuanyuan ink.
\"Nothing, just a little skin injury.\" Xuanyuan ink brows did not wrinkle, as if no pain.
Duanmu took out a medicinal herb from the storage ring and put it on the lips of Xuanyuan ink. Xuanyuan ink was very embarrassing to eat. Duanmu took out the hemostasis and sprinkled it on his wound.
\"A Xue, don't you think it is strange?\" Duanmu 汐 while helping Xuanyuan ink to wrap the wound, while on the side.
Xuanyuan ink eyebrows are contemptuous, \"Do you mean the guardian and the father's tiger guard?\"
Duanmu nodded and said, "Yeah, we played in the room for so long, such a big movement, Longyue and Fengwu did not appear, it is so strange!"
What's more, the housekeeper of A Xue does not seem to be an ordinary person. Others may be because they have not heard the movement, but he will never hear it. Even he did not appear, what must have happened to the palace.
Xuanyuan ink brows tightly wrinkled, \"Go out and see.\"
The two of them went out together in the snow, and the whole palace was quiet, quiet like a lack of popularity.
Suddenly a black man appeared in front of two people, watching the two anxiously, "" Your Highness, Wang Ye, are you all right?"
The coming person is the close-fitting moon of Duanmu.
Duanmu shook his head and looked at Longyue. "Fengwu, where have you been?"
Longyue Wenyan immediately replied with respect, \"Feng Wuzhong made a soul curse, not only Fengwu, but all the people in Wangfu have a soul spell, and the subordinates have just forcibly broken through."
Duanmu and Xuanyuan ink heard the words, and both of them showed a dignified color at the same time.
Duanmu took a medicinal herb from the storage ring and threw it at Longyue. He forcibly broke through the sacred curse and must have suffered internal injuries.
\"Xie Dianxia.\" Longyue took over the medicinal medicinal swallow, which felt that the blood that was constantly rolling inside was calmed down.
Looking at the dragon moon to eat the medicinal herbs, Duanmu 汐 道, \"Who is the soul spell for you?\"
\"I don't know." "Longyue frowning contemplative for a while and again," "Before the subordinated soul curse, I heard the flute."
Flute? Definite soul curse? Is it the third master? No, it can never be the third master. Perhaps it is a person from the same place as the three masters. When there is an opportunity, she must ask where the three masters came from.
Take out the ice from the crystal ball, put it on the lips, and sing a flute of flute, and rang through the entire palace.
With this wonderful flute, the waiters and guards in the War King's House are slowly refreshing.
Xuanyuan Lie learned that Xuanyuan Mo and Duanmu was stabbed and immediately rushed to the War King.
\"Father of the Emperor?" Xuanyuan Mo saw Xuan Zhenlie some accidents, and immediately thought that the tiger guard sent by the father was told to him.
Seeing Xuanyuan ink wrapped in the left hand of gauze, Xuanyuan Lie’s heart slammed heavily, and gently pulled the hand of Xuanyuan’s ink while looking at it and asked,
What is your hand?

Xuanyuan ink looked at Xuanyuan Lie's anxious look, and the light flashed slightly, gently pulling out his own hand, \"I'm fine, just a skin injury, it's a big problem, pack it like this.\"
Xuanyuan Lie heard a little peace of mind, and looked up at the Duanmu who was next to Xuanyuan.
When Duanmu saw it, he immediately leaned over to Xuanyuan Lie, "see the king."
Xuanyuan Lie raised his hand and said, "Suzaku is a woman."
After greeting with Duanmu, Xuanyuan Lie looked at Xuanyuan Mo and asked, "Would you like a stinger?"
Xuanyuan Mowen shook his head and shook his head. "No, all are dead, one is running."
Xuanyuan’s mouth was pumped, and he knew that it would be like this.
What are the identities on the bodies?

\"No, all of them have been looking for it, nothing found.\" This time it was not Xuanyuan ink but the shadow of Xuanyuan Mo.
Xuanyuan Lie frowns for a moment, facing Xuanyuan Modao, \"Ink, War King House is not safe, you and Suzaku ordais still live in the palace!"
Xuanyuan Mo did not want to directly refuse, "No, the palace is even less secure."
He used to be alone, and now he has a nephew around him, he must consider her safety.
Xuanyuan Lie heard a bit of awkward touch of the nose, how he forgot that because the palace is not safe, he will let him go to the palace to build. But this stinky boy is too direct, can't you euphemistically refuse?
Seeing the shadows and royal maples standing behind Xuanyuan Mo, Xuanyuan Lie’s voice is somewhat harsh.
Tomorrow is the night of the full moon. You must keep the war palace in these two days. I don’t want things like this to happen again.\ "
\"Yes, under the swearing to protect the warlord.\"
Xuanyuan Lie’s words made Yu Ying and Yu Feng somewhat embarrassed. They knew that today they are dereliction of duty, but they will never be there again.
In Yonghe Palace, Xia Houshan took the jade bottle handed over by Zhou Manyun with both hands and trembled. "Is this really the blood of Xuanyuan Mo?"
Zhou Manyun’s eyebrows are contemptuous,
You don’t believe in this palace.

Feeling the dissatisfaction in Zhou Manyun's words, Xia Houshan immediately said, "No, I believe in you. Just, why are you helping me?"
This is a question she always couldn't understand. It took a lot of effort to get the blood of Xuanyuan Mo. She and her are not relatives, and there is no transaction. She doesn't understand why she wants to help her like this.
Zhou Manyun heard the lips twitching slightly, \"The Palace naturally has the reason for this palace, you don't need to ask!"
Although Xia Houshan was dissatisfied with this answer, he did not answer the answer, but he did not want to offend Zhou Manyun because of this small incident. He only nodded and said that he would not ask again.
Watching Xia Houshan carefully collect the jade bottle, Zhou Manyun's charming eye-catching eyes flashed a touch of light, \"Remember, tomorrow night is the most vulnerable time of Xuanyuan ink, but also the best time for you to kneel, but don't missed.\"
Xia Houshan heard the words and nodded immediately. "I know, you can rest assured that I will kneel at the time of the full moon." She will never miss this best opportunity.
Zhou Manyun heard the lips evoke a smile of evil spirits, everything is in accordance with the script she wrote, this wonderful good drama is about to be staged.