The notebook the white-haired man gave them was not big, about ten centimeters wide and nearly twenty centimeters long, making it a very light and portable size.

The blue embroidered surface matched well with the light blue silk shirt worn by the white-haired man. After Ling Yang took it, he didn't open it immediately to look at it.

There are more and more people in the hall. Ji Dingchen takes good care of his teammates. There are still nearly 20 people in the advance team of more than 30 people. After running away in shock several times, they have calmed down and started to try hard.

Break out.

Ling Yang couldn't figure out the identity of the man in front of him. Was he Ji Dingchen's teammate or a member of the advance team? If so, why could he show unusual calmness even when he was soberer than others?

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Aren't those panicked people his companions?

But if he is just an outsider, why are his eyes red?

Qi Cheng couldn't figure out the mystery of this white-haired man, but the current situation forced them to inquire more and make more guesses. The old man in green who had shouted about the fire had already launched an attack on Huang Yaer.

What the seniors lost was their memory, their goals in life or their aspirations, not their IQ. In this situation, if you think about it, you will know that the one who is causing trouble is Huang Yaer at the door. This is the person Ji Dingchen has long told to stay away from.

It's a pity that Ji Dingchen is gone, and they have to solve this dilemma on their own. One, two, three, four. After the first person to attack Huang Yaer was killed, more and more seniors flocked to this [bad guy]

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These people are almost past their strongest and most agile years, not to mention they haven’t fought in ten years. Although their skills are still there, they are clearly out of their depth. Basically, everyone only carries short knives, which forces them to attack at close range.

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In close combat, the advantage of having or not having weapons will be reduced to a certain extent, not to mention that their opponent is Huang Yaer who can catch a sword with bare hands. Whether everyone can really hurt her is not a big deal, don't let her react.

It's a big deal if you restrain or accidentally injure your companions.

Although this person who is lucky enough to meet the second head of the family has been wandering around for a thousand years, she does not age, so she is more energetic than everyone present.

She was as relaxed as playing, and wanted to take pleasure in everyone who came forward. More and more seniors besieged her, almost half of them were already there, and Huang Yal was almost invisible in the crowd.

"Everyone else, get out!" Ling Yang couldn't help, so he could only shout to those who hadn't stepped forward to attack Huang Ya'er, "Run, run out!"

The big man in pink clothes was as shy as before, and indeed very timid, but after hearing Ling Yang's words, he still shook his head and just smiled at her.

Frankly speaking, his smile was really ugly.

The big man in pink clothes nodded vigorously, shouted as if to strengthen his confidence, untied the thousand-layer skirt he was wearing, showing off his solid muscles, "Get out of the way!"

His voice was so penetrating that everyone around Huang Yaer was startled, and then they dispersed to both sides in a tacit understanding.

The big man in pink rushed forward and bumped directly into Huang Yaer, who was in the middle of the door. The latter took a step back, and everyone else took a breath, feeling like in the movie "You guys leave quickly", "We won't leave,

The bloody scene of "Let's go together" is about to happen.

Unfortunately not, Huang Yaer only took a step back and then stopped.

The momentum of the big man in pink has clearly not diminished. Judging from his posture and the difference in body size between the two, even if Huang Yaer is not knocked away, he can still knock her down. If not, he should let her retreat a little more.

The step is.

The atmosphere instantly became extremely cold. The hall, which was very noisy just a second ago, fell silent. Huang Yaer looked down at the big man in pink clothes hugging him, laughed, stretched out his hand to lift the other person's chin, "I'm still from

I have never seen such a cute girl."

The face of the big man in pink clothes was lifted by her, and there was a bit of joy in his eyes that he was recognized. Maybe he had never been praised, or maybe no one had ever admitted that he was a girl.

He couldn't help smiling, and opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but Huang Yaer's expression changed, and the hand holding his chin opened up and directly pinched the chin of the big man in pink.

Click——

This horrifying cracking sound was far from the crispness shown in movies and TV dramas. Instead, it was horribly astringent. Huang Yaer threw away the extremely distorted face in his hands and stopped looking at the one he had just praised as cute.

The big man just smiled and said loudly, "Go on."

No one could stand to watch this scene, even Tsuji Hakashi began to look up at the gorgeous ceiling of the main hall in trance.

The seniors who had dispersed just now did not hesitate and surrounded them again with shouts and shouts, the attack became more fierce and the momentum became stronger.

Bang--

It's a gunshot!

The bullets shot straight at Huang Yaer, but she was too flexible. Although she was dealing with the attacks of four or five people at the same time, she still moved her waist lightly and let the bullets fly out by grazing her shoulders.

The shooter was climbing on a tall exhibition column, where a colorful vase was originally placed, but was now occupied by a scholar in blue as a temporary sniping point.

It turned out that he was a gunman. When their advance team disappeared, they were fully armed and equipped. If there were knives, there would be guns.

The man in white clothes in the wheelchair suddenly felt very uneasy. This was a reaction he had never seen before when the big man in pink clothes was injured. He sat up a little straighter, but due to his disability, he could not make any more movements, so he could only sit still.

He glanced at the scholar in blue kneeling on the pillar.

He didn't say anything, he just closed his eyes before Huang Yaer jumped up on the spot, and a tear finally fell from his eyes that had always been red.

Ling Yang has been observing this most unique being in the Eternal Day Civic Realm from the beginning. After all, everything here is more pleasing to the eye than watching Huang Yaer kill people. "Do you want to save him?"

"I can't save anyone, so please don't take action." The white-haired man's voice was still calm, and his expression had returned to a calm state, but he still had his eyes closed.

Ling Yang turned around and saw Huang Yaer stepping on the shoulders of several people and coming to the scholar in blue. The other party fired another shot, but still missed.

Comparing the two, Ling Yang discovered that the scholar in blue and the man with white hair had some similarities in appearance. At this age, they could not be father and son, but they were probably brothers. In short, they were probably related by blood.

Is it possible that there is no way for this memory to fade slowly, and it can only be inherited through blood?

Bang--

The scholar in blue fired one last shot and was trampled directly onto the pillar.
Chapter completed!