I asked you to go down the mountain and get married, not to shock the world!

Mingchuan was worried that if he didn't guard the place himself, Luqiu would most likely be taken away by this group of people just like Jizhou had just done.

Lu Qiu saw Mingchuan's worry and spoke first.

"Holy Lord, don't worry, I'm different from Jizhou, I can handle it."

Mingchuan felt uncomfortable after hearing this, and he could only nod and agree.

"Okay, then, if you have any questions, feel free to call me. I need to go back and rest first."

"it is good."

After a brief handover between the two, Mingchuan took Jizhou and returned to the cabin to rest.

Lu Qiu was standing at the bow, stroking his beard, but in the blink of an eye, his aura was completely different from before.

This fierce and powerful killing intent, like a battlefield, made the weak figures in the darkness tremble twice, and then quickly retreated from this world...

They realized that the person in front of them was similar to Mingchuan just now, both of whom were strong people they could not afford to offend.

At this time, Ah Xiong laid Jizhou flat on the bed in the cabin. Seeing Jizhou with his eyes closed, dying, with only breathing in but not out, Ah Xiong couldn't help but sigh.

"You're so lucky, kid. You almost lost your life before, but luckily Brother Ming came back in time and saved you. Now you almost lost your life again."

"Tsk tsk, if you continue to be so careless, I'm afraid you won't be able to come back after the third time..."

As Ah Xiong spoke, he shook his head and sighed, then found a place to lie down.

Just as I was about to take a break, I heard Jizhou suddenly cough violently a few times.

"Jizhou! Are you awake?"

Ah Xiong sat up in surprise, quickly took the water and went to Jizhou, supported his upper body, and fed him the water.

After finishing a glass of water, Jizhou let out a long sigh, and said to Ah Xiong with a tired look on his face.

"You kid, you're secretly cursing me to death behind my back, right?"

He spoke with his weak eyes half open, pushing the cup out.

Ah Xiong chuckled twice: "No way, am I that kind of person? You misunderstood me, I was just expressing my feelings!"

"Look at you, you can't take a joke at all!"

Jizhou coughed a few times, took a deep breath, ignored him, and signaled Axiong to put him down with a weak look.

Only after he lay down and took several breaths did his originally flustered heartbeat finally calm down and his breathing became much smoother.

"Is Ming brother okay? What happened just now?"

Ah Xiong shook his head. "Brother Ming will be fine, but shouldn't you ask yourself what happened just now? Why did you suddenly run off with those guys? When I brought you back, you were covered in blood and had no breath left. You were almost dead!"

Jizhou closed his eyes and searched for fragments of memory in his chaotic brain, trying to merge all those vague memories into one. Unfortunately, he was unable to connect the whole picture.

After a while, Jizhou covered his head, which was about to split open, and shook it.

"I don't remember it clearly. I just remember that I was standing guard there when I suddenly saw countless black shadows rushing towards our ship. I subconsciously wanted to defend myself, but those guys actually leaped directly onto the deck!"

"And those figures were incredibly strange. Under the moonlight, I could only see their outlines, like monkeys. They raised their hands and extended their claws to slap me, and I fainted."

I don’t remember the rest.

Ah Xiong took a breath of cold air when he heard this.

Like a monkey!?

Is it so scary?

He smacked his lips. A few monkeys had already broken through Jizhou's defense. This didn't seem like his fighting ability...

"Do you want to check with Brother Ming now?"

Jizhou sighed, "Forget it, I don't feel like I'm in the best shape right now. I'm afraid I'll fall apart if I move."

"Okay, you should have a good rest first, and we can talk about it tomorrow morning."

Ah Xiong nodded, casually pulled a blanket over him, and slept on the floor.

Mingchuan next door didn't think too much this time and soon fell asleep.

Nothing happened on the boat in the second half of the night, and everyone slept relatively soundly.

The eagle next to the sky prison took in the entire scene.

There wasn't a trace of surprise on his face; everything was within his expectations.

The night sky by the sea looked peaceful, quiet and eerie. The eagle just silently turned its gaze from the ship to the sky.

I saw that the originally bright crescent moon actually showed a bit of blood color in a trance.

But in the blink of an eye, the clouds rolled past and the blood-red color disappeared again.

The picture is strange and penetrating.

Deep in the jungle, a group of short, strange people covered in monkey hair were gathering around a freshwater pond in the center of the island.

The group knelt on the ground devoutly, scooped up the water from the pool with their hands, raised it high above their heads, and then loosened their fingers to let the water flow into their mouths.

They seemed to be performing some sacred ritual, and their attitude was extremely pious.

However, the slightly older old man above them did not look happy.

His face was gloomy, his beard was tilted downwards, and several runes were painted on his cheeks with bloody paint.

The people around him felt his anger and couldn't help but tremble.

The people here spent the whole night in fear...

……

at the same time.

Ye Chuhan went to great lengths to finally reach the sect.

The many disciples of Qingfeng Yumen were not surprised to see him coming in a mess. They bowed to him respectfully.

"Son."

Ye Chuhan nodded casually, not paying too much attention to them. He quickly walked past the crowd and headed straight for the sect leader's bedroom.

Eight Gods Palace.

The sect leader was sitting in front of the furnace, waving a magic grass in his palm. The nectar slowly fell from the root of the magic grass and dripped into the furnace.

Just as he was about to concentrate on refining the elixir, he heard a loud shout from behind him.

"Sect Master! Sect Master!"

The clan leader's expression was slightly serious, and his ears moved slightly, showing some dissatisfaction.

The next moment, the people outside broke in without any reason.

The sect leader turned around and slapped him, and a gust of wind immediately blew Ye Chuhan far away.

"Ouch!"

Ye Chuhan cried out in pain, but there was no time to slow down. He jumped up and quickly got in front of the sect leader.

"Aren't you with Mingchuan? Why are you back?"

Ye Chuhan touched his butt and said, "Come back and get the magic weapon, Dad, give me something that can see the other person's cultivation level!"

The clan leader raised his eyelids and looked at him with disdain.

"Why should I give it to you? You killed Su Yuze before, and now the people from other sects regard us as thorns in their eyes and bones. I haven't bothered you yet."

Ye Chuhan slapped his thigh.

"Can we be blamed for this? He insisted on assassinating Mingchuan, so if we fought back, wouldn't that be self-defense? He died of his own useless ways, what does it have to do with us?"