If he didn't use Kagura immediately, he would be really helpless.

However, when the people of the Changsheng Camp want to carry away the unconscious crabapple.

But Mu Yan's hand was held by a hand covered in blood, "Save... Haitang, save... Haitang first... Please... Miss!"

This man obviously disappeared even the focal length of his eyes, and he could hardly feel his breathing.

But why is his will still be so determined?

Mu Yan sighed lightly and said in a deep voice: "Okay, I'll save Haitang first, but Yan Haotian, you have to promise me, hold on to this breath and wait for me to save you. Don't forget that the five-year master and servant contract you owe me has not ended yet, and you owe Haitang even more to pay it back for the rest of your life."

A line of blood and tears slid from Yan Haotian's eyes, but a relieved smile appeared on his face and he nodded slowly.

Mu Yan quickly turned around, and the Heavenly Demon Qin appeared on his knees, "Move Haitang to me."

Zhao Hai didn't react for a moment, and even forgot to investigate why these people suddenly broke into his secret mansion.

His eyes followed Mu Yan obsessedly, and the saliva at the corner of his mouth flowed down and he didn't know.

That disgusting and obscene look was exactly the same as his son Zhao Tianxiang.

Until the melodious piano sounded, a stream of aura that he had not felt for decades surged in the air.

Zhao Hai's face changed instantly, "You...who are you? Why can you use spiritual energy?"

He rushed towards Mu Yan quickly, his eyes full of burning desire and greed.

A mortal who lives on the Continent of Yanwu and is born with spiritual energy.

What a wonderful feeling it would be if he treated this woman as a furnace and watched her beneath him, and could still absorb the spiritual energy in her body.

Seeing that Zhao Haichao was concentrating on playing the piano, the Ming Yan army did not move.

They looked coldly at the man who was like a clown, with deep disgust and pity in their eyes.

The next moment, a black figure appeared like a ghost.

The black long sword slashed straight down with a thousand pounds of force.

Zhao Hai suddenly waited for his big eyes, and his body began to tremble instinctively.

However, soon, a pleasant female voice came, "Yingmei, leave this person to me, I will clean up myself!"

The sword ended abruptly.

Yingmei retreated silently, wrapped her hands around her chest, looked at Zhao Hai coldly, and stood in front of Mu Yan.

The cold sweat on Zhao Hai's forehead quietly slid down.

He realized that the young man in front of him was very strong, so strong that he didn't even have the courage to resist.

His steps began to retreat little by little, trying to escape.

However, Ying Mei swung her sword, and coldly blocked his way.

Zhao Hai was stiff all over, but he could only stand there and dared not move.

Time passes little by little.

A quarter of an hour, half an hour... Feng Haitang's injuries finally began to heal, and she was completely out of danger.

This time, it can be said to be extremely dangerous.

Although Mu Yan's pills can almost bring about a resurrection, it does not mean that they are really omnipotent.

The sword on Feng Haitang directly cut her heart vein and almost pierced her heart.

If the heart is really broken, it will be hard for the gods to save them.

But even so, Feng Haitang almost died.

Mu Yan wiped the sweat from his forehead, took a pill, and said in a deep voice: "Yan Haotian!"

The people from Moying immediately sent Yan Haotian, who was already cold, to her.
Chapter completed!