The master of the white-clothed sect also waited half his life for Biyun, and set up a tomb in Peach Blossom Valley to accompany Biyun all the time.

Now that he suddenly saw Biyun's portrait, he guessed that Zhuge Qingyun might know Biyun's whereabouts, so he went to Zhuge Qingyun to find out. Yang Ruoqing understood the mood of the white-clothed sect master, and knew that he couldn't stop it.

There is no reason to stop it.

She turned around and headed towards the secret room where the sound of chains had been heard.

To enter this secret room, you have to pass through a black passage.

After passing this passage, Yang Ruoqing came to a closed stone room. As soon as she entered, she smelled a strong smell of blood.

Her heart sank suddenly, and the hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

She is timid when she is close to home, and eager to get close to people. The closer she is, the more Yang Ruoqing forces herself to be calm and cautious, otherwise she will fail in her efforts.

Carefully avoiding any possible traps in the secret room, I finally reached the innermost part of the secret room.

Four iron chains thicker than a child's arms locked a man.

Seeing the hanging black hair and the blood stained on the familiar silver armor, Yang Ruoqing almost collapsed!

"Tangyaozi!" she called and rushed to him, holding his head in both hands to feel his breath.

Fortunately, he was just unconscious and still breathing.

"Tangyaozi, wake up, I'm here to save you!" Yang Ruoqing choked and raised her hand to caress Luo Fengtang's face.

He was thin and haggard, with blood stains on his eyebrows.

Yang Ruoqing's tears fell down, and her heart contracted hard.

Warm tears fell on Luo Fengtang's cheeks. His eyelashes moved and he opened his eyes.

Seeing the woman in front of him, his eyes were a little blurry again, and the corners of his lips curled up, "Qing'er, you, are you in my dream again?"

After saying this, he lowered his head tiredly and his eyes seemed to close again.

"Tangyazi, hold on, I'll save you!" Yang Ruoqing said again.

He let go of his hand, pulled out the Moye Sword from his waist, took two steps back, and slashed down the iron chain that firmly tied Luo Fengtang's left hand with his sword!

Fire is flying!

With a crisp sound, the chain broke.

Mo Xie's sword cuts iron like clay. These four iron chains, which are made of good quality at first glance, are like chopping melons and vegetables under Mo Xie's sword.

Luo Fengtang also woke up completely from the sound. He realized that he was not in a dream, Yang Ruoqing was really standing in front of her.

She waved the sword in her hand and cut off the iron chain.

"Qing'er!" Luo Fengtang called out excitedly. He stood up and was about to move. His legs and feet suddenly felt sore, and his tall body fell forward.

"Watch out!"

Yang Ruoqing rushed to him and supported him.

"What on earth did that old thief Zhuge do to you? He tortured you like this!"

Yang Ruoqing gritted her teeth and asked, but her heart was so distressed that it twitched!

Luo Fengtang said: "It's okay. Maybe it's because I was tied up for a long time and lacked movement. Just let me take a breath. Don't worry, Qing'er."

As he spoke, he secretly breathed in and tried to stand up again.

During this time, Zhuge Qingyun went to retreat and handed him over to a ghost doctor.

The ghost doctor was invited by Zhuge Qingyun to study the power hidden in his body. He came twice every day, morning and evening, to take his blood for study.

Maybe there was some blood loss, Luo Fengtang thought to herself, not wanting to scare her by saying it.

"Let's go, I'll help you walk!" Yang Ruoqing said, grabbing his arm and wrapping it around her shoulders, using her body to support most of his strength.

Luo Fengtang originally wanted to leave by himself, but after trying it, it still didn't work, and it was not suitable to stay here for a long time, so he could only let her support him step by step out of the secret room.

When he came to the dark passageway, Luo Fengtang suddenly stopped.

Before Yang Ruoqing could ask Luo Fengtang why he stopped, there was a sound of wind in her ears.

In the darkness, a light point flickered.

"Want to escape? It's not that easy!"

Strange laughter came from the darkness, followed by a ghostly figure appearing in front of the two of them.

The person who came raised his hand and slapped Luo Fengtang on the chest.

This speed is so fast that people have no chance to respond.

"don't want!"

Yang Ruoqing shouted, turned around and hugged Luo Fengtang, receiving the man's palm with her back.

"puff!"

A stream of fishy sweetness burst out of the throat and sprayed out, some of which even splashed onto Luo Fengtang's face, making it warm and warm.

"Qing'er!" he roared.

However, what responded to him was Yang Ruoqing's body gradually becoming limp.

Luo Fengtang wanted to hug her, but his knees were still weak, and they fell to the ground together.

At this time, the fire in the corridor lit up, and the person who sneaked up in the darkness stood in front of the two of them.

"Ghost, doctor!"

Luo Fengtang gritted his teeth and shouted out the person's name. The anger in his eyes was like two burning flames, sizzling...

"You dare to fish for people in the hands of my ghost doctor, you are seeking death!" The ghost doctor looked down at the two people with disdain on his face.

"It just so happens that I have been studying a new medicine recently, and it is missing some medicinal ingredients."

"This woman has delicate skin and tender flesh. It would be good to use her heart and liver to make medicine, quack quack..."

As the ghost doctor spoke, a round sharp blade suddenly appeared in his cuff, with a cold light flashing on it.

He held the knife and walked towards Yang Ruoqing step by step.

Yang Ruoqing lay there with her eyes open as she watched the ghost doctor walk towards her like a butcher. She stretched out her hand to grab the Moye Sword, but her fingers didn't even have the strength to move.

What to do?

Are my husband and I really going to die here today?

Sect Master in White, come quickly, help me!

"Ouch!"

Suddenly there was a roar beside him.

A ball of fire rose into the sky and finally landed in front of Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing's eyelids twitched, it was Luo Fengtang!

He landed on one knee in front of her, and when he noticed that she was looking at him, he glanced at her slightly.

Yang Ruoqing's breath was stagnant.

His eyes were no longer black, but full of blood.

The blood-colored pupils were like the flames from hell.

This... Taizu's bloodline has revived?

"Hahaha, it appeared, it finally appeared!"

The ghost doctor's eyes were so excited that he looked at Luo Fengtang, whose whole body was glowing red, as if he was looking at a prey that was about to be caught.

His excitement was destined not to last for a few seconds, because the next moment, Luo Fengtang had already stood up.

He rushed to the ghost doctor, strangled the ghost doctor's neck, lifted him up, and lifted his feet off the ground.

"Put...put me...down, down!"

The ghost doctor struggled in Luo Fengtang's hands, his face turning into a purple eggplant.

The feet were beating and kicking.

Luo Fengtang looked at the struggling man in his hands, his eyes were cold to the bone.

He twisted his neck, roared like a beast, and then exerted force with his fingers.

"Kacha!"

The ghost doctor's neck was broken into pieces, and he was thrown into the corner by Luo Fengtang like a broken sack.

He turned around and returned to Yang Ruoqing, looking at him with blood-colored pupils.

To be honest, facing Luo Fengtang like this, Yang Ruoqing felt a little strange.

This look is sharp, bloodthirsty, fierce, and strange...
Chapter completed!