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"No!"

"No!"

There was a look of unwillingness in the broken glasses.

Zhang Jianming shook his head in disbelief and stepped back using his hands and feet.

The arrogance and cruelty he once had was no longer there, and he was just like a embarrassed, bereaved dog.

"No way, I can't lose to you!"

Zhang Jianming retreated to the wet wall of the cold storage, covered in blood and mud, with unwillingness in his eyes.

I took a step forward, showing my cold true luck and skills.

The long sword danced.

Although the technique is unfamiliar, it does not affect the sharpness of the sword.

Zhang Jianming struggled to resist with his bone knife.

The hands are weak and weak.

Within a few strokes, the bloody bone knife clanged and was knocked far away by the long sword.

"No, it's impossible, you can't kill me!" Zhang Jianming's eyes widened.

"You have no chance!"

I stepped forward and held out the sword suddenly.

There was a flash of cold light, and the sharp sword tip passed across Zhang Jianming's neck.

But at this moment, Zhang Jianming's body suddenly slid to one side, as if he was suddenly taken away by a huge force.

The tip of the sword only left a scratch on his throat, which was not fatal.

I frowned.

What caught Zhang Jianming was an iron hook.

The hook stretched out from behind, the hook pierced into the flesh, hooked his shoulder, and dragged Zhang Jianming quickly towards the door.

"what?"

I chased after him with my sword in hand.

There was a loud bang.

The deformed door suddenly collapsed and hit the wet ground covered with pieces of meat.

Fresh air suddenly rushed in, blowing away the humid fog in the cold storage, and a strange figure was revealed.

This person had his back to Zhang Jianming and stretched out his backhand.

The thing on the wrist is not a palm. One side is a sharp hook, and the other side is a black line as thin as a hair.

You can't tell it without looking closely.

The other end of the black line is connected to Zhang Jianming's shoulder.

No, to be precise, it was the iron hook stuck on Zhang Jianming's shoulder.

"The Eight Immortals have arrived, we can be saved, we can be saved!"

Blood emerged from his shoulders. Under the pain and hope, Zhang Jianming showed a twisted smile and slid to the man's feet.

The sharp hook loosened and retracted from the man's hand.

That person had his back to me the whole time.

The figure from the back is somewhat familiar.

I cautiously stopped and kept my distance from them, and suddenly I remembered whose figure this was.

Director Ma!

Didn't he faint after being hit by the spirit snake liquid? Why did he suddenly appear in this state?

Have you been cheated?

I was confused and confused.

I smelled the smell of blood at the tip of my nose, and I noticed that Director Ma's wrists had sharp hooks, dripping with blood.

It was as if the palm had just been cut off and a pair of iron hooks had been attached to it.

"Eight Immortals Envoy, Li Yunfeng is always against the Immortal. He will become a trouble in the future. Kill him quickly."

Zhang Jianming ignored the injuries all over his body and immediately hugged Director Ma's legs.

Whoosh!

But before he finished speaking, his face was scratched by an iron hook, and his appearance was immediately disfigured and even more distorted.

"Eight, the Eight Immortals?"

He froze in place, not understanding why he was beaten.

"You made your own decisions and ignored the Immortal Duke's plan! You deserve to be punished!"

The back of Director Ma's neck squirmed, and an ugly face emerged. He opened his mouth and spoke to Zhang Jianming in a weird voice.

"Yes, yes, I was wrong! I don't dare to do it anymore!" Zhang Jianming immediately leaned over and knelt on the ground to beg for mercy and admit his mistake, showing no dignity.

"Go back to the Fairy Hall!" The ugly face shouted.

"Yes Yes!"

Zhang Jianming rolled and crawled out of the freezer.

Soon, the sound of a car starting was heard outside.

I gritted my teeth.

Unexpectedly, Cheng Yaojin came out halfway and Zhang Jianming saved his life.

However, I am calm now.

He shouldn't have been killed.

He should be spared his life and interrogated to find out more information related to Xiangongtang.

However, I will remember this grudge!

"Li Yunfeng, you shouldn't go against Xiangongtang!" The strange face on the back of Director Ma's neck looked at me with strange eyes.

"Human facial sores?" I looked at it jokingly, "You're a parasite, what do you know?"

"You will regret it one day!"

After the strange face said these words, Director Ma's body quickly collapsed like a balloon being deflated.

In the end, only a piece of light human skin was left on the ground.

In the darkness, something seemed to be far away.

The dangerous atmosphere dissipated, and the freezer became quiet again, leaving only the sound of dripping water.

I waited for a while, and after making sure there was no danger, I fell to the ground.

It is not advisable to stay here for a long time.

After a short rest, I returned to Qiu Yunbai with my long sword.

Her beautiful face was extremely pale, and she was still in a coma. Fortunately, the wound on the back of her neck had stopped bleeding, so there was no big problem.

Li Xiaohei stayed by her side conscientiously and did not let her get hurt at all. Even the water droplets dripping from the roof did not fall on her body.

"Good boy!"

I touched Li Xiaohei's cold little head.

Li Xiaohei rubbed my hand affectionately, opened his mouth, stretched out his little tongue, and licked the corners of his mouth dryly.

The big dark eyes revealed the light of expectation.

I was stunned for a moment and understood what he meant.

"I know, I'll feed you when I get back."

Li Xiaohei happily turned around twice and climbed back into the black umbrella obediently.

I carried Qiu Yunbai on my back, left the messy factory, found my car, and quickly returned to the village in the city.

On the chaotic street, there was only one shop with a dim light.

I carried Qiu Yunbai on my back and kicked the half-closed rolling shutter door.

"Old Wang!"

The rolling shutter door immediately opened with a bang, and Wang Laizi's worried old face was revealed.

"What's going on here?"

He was shocked when he saw our embarrassed appearance.

"A little hurt, but okay."

I carried Qiu Yunbai into the bedroom, helped her take off the factory clothes she was wearing, and then put her on the bed.

The clothes underneath were soaked and clung to her body, outlining her graceful figure.

I quickly pulled the quilt and covered her.

"What happened? Is it a big problem?"

"Skin trauma, her unconsciousness should be due to excessive spell casting."

The Fire Lotus Technique is so powerful that it can instantly crush endless evil black hair, which will definitely consume a lot of effort.

I removed the gauze from the back of Qiu Yunbai's neck.

Spray and rebandage.

"Fortunately, there was nothing serious, otherwise I would not have explained anything to Chen." Wang Laizi felt Qiu Yunbai's pulse and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Old Wang, you are too partial. I have many more injuries than she does. Why don't you look at me?"

I took off my tattered shirt that was covered in blood, revealing scars all over my body.

"It's all skin injuries. You have thick skin and thick flesh, so you won't die!" Wang Laizi glanced at it lightly and waved his hand.

"You're too much!" I was quite speechless. I couldn't reach the injury on my back, so I couldn't deal with it myself.

"Look at how cowardly you are!" Wang Laizi snorted in disgust, picked up the medicine bottle and gauze, "Take off your pants!"

"Right here? It's not good."

I glanced at Qiu Yunbai on the bed and felt very embarrassed.