She endured the pain and helped Feng Buwen, but she couldn't condense much spiritual energy in her palm. Feng Buwen only lowered her head and supported the sword, and said weakly: "Stop, stop Brother Jie..."

But now both of them were injured, and the remaining killers had surrounded them and attacked them with a sword.

And the position of the sword was extremely dangerous, how could Rong Deng dare to let him go? But the spiritual energy gathered and dispersed, and she began to panic uncontrollably, with only the wisp of blood still oozing out in front of her.

What can be used, what should I do, how could this happen...

Rong Deng's fingertips were trembling. She suddenly remembered something and immediately took it out and swallowed it.

They are those two spiritual essence pills.

Sorry...you said you told me not to eat anymore.

But, I can't do it!

Such a big hole, right next to the heart...

If you don’t stop bleeding, you will die?!

Rong Deng was crying in her heart. The familiar spiritual energy surged out from her limbs and bones, and she completely recovered and then ate this thing after eating it. Only then did she realize that there was a faint burning sensation at the source of the spirit.

She pulled Feng Buwen's palm, and her palms faced each other and quickly treated him. He immediately stopped him. Rong Deng blocked his sword. Xiao Wuhe chuckled and said, "Don't worry about them."

Rong Deng couldn't guess what this guy was going to do, but the current injury that was not heard is important.

At the same time, Xiao Wuhe stood in front of Jie Qingmu, very close to him. His originally gentle face is now full of desire and ambition.

He smiled and said, "Brother Jie, you have been like this long ago, so you don't have to die so many people."

Jie Qingmu's eyes were blood red, and he looked at the familiar face tightly, as if a sharp blade was passing through his heart. Xiao Wuhe, who was covered in black, was not the elegant young man he used to be.

Or perhaps, this "once" has never really existed.

"Why?" He could only ask these three words in his throat.

"Why? Hahahahahaha," Xiao Wuhe had Heng Jian on his neck, "Xie Qingmu, you are so naive. My surname is Xiao, guess what does His Highness Fuping Wang's mother have to do with me?"

What?!

As soon as these words were said, everyone was stunned, and even Rong Deng was full of surprise.

When she checked the roles in the system, she didn't find that Fengyue Villa had any connection with Concubine Xiao!

Jie Qingmu stared at Xiao Wuhe's eyes, and the two of them were confronting each other silently, but there was always a smile on the corner of Xiao Wuhe's mouth.

Jie Qingmu's outer robe was wet with blood several parts. When the cold wind blew, it was cold and numb.

He saw that in his eyes, he was always in the murderous intent of his desire, and he was almost catching a ferocious beast with his head, calm but fanatical.

But there is no slight sympathy, guilt, and self-blame.

There was no slight fluctuation.

Jie Qingmu finally gave up.

He suddenly laughed, mocked, and seemed to feel that he was too naive.

It was now, and he actually hoped that the murderer could show mercy, and hoped that the friendships in the past would be sincere, so that he could save his life at least and listen to his son calling him "Dad".

It's ridiculous, asking for compassion from the murderer.

Suddenly two black birds flew up in the deep forest and headed towards the moonlit night. A thin figure emerged from the forest.

Zhao Chian held the short sword and did not call anyone. He ran towards Xiao Wuhe directly, but the remaining killer was not stupid, and he instantly restrained him.

"Dad!" Zhao Chian nippled, "Let him go, let go of my dad!"

Jie Qingmu's eyes stopped. He did not move, and Xiao Wuhe's sword was still pressing against his neck.
Chapter completed!