bone cutter

After saying this, Zhuang Yin tightly closed his thin lips, with a stern look on his face, he grasped Fengyue tightly and flew out of the door like a shooting star, he had no time to listen to what Duan Qingchuan said later.During the leap, the Green Bamboo Courtyard has been left far behind, shrinking into a tiny black spot.

Mei Wuzhu should have died ten years ago, why did he still appear outside the Lijing Garden ten years later?Did he come back from the dead?The corridors, pavilions and halls quickly moved backwards from both sides, but Zhuang Yin saw only the blazing fire, the blood all over the ground, and the tragic scene of his brothers dying!

Through the blood, he seemed to see Mei Wuzhu's face paler than snow, and the plum blossoms embroidered on the cloak that were redder than blood.

The moment Zhuang Yin went out, Xie Qi wanted to follow closely, but he was stopped by Duan Qingchuan, begging: "Young Master Xie, please call all the disciples from Lijing Garden together with Bai Guo, Let them all come to the Green Bamboo Courtyard, don't go out, the person outside the door is very dangerous, I don't want the old things from ten years ago to repeat itself, you came at the wrong time, I don't want to drag you down with this private matter of our Leaving Jingyuan."

Then he smiled bitterly and said, "It seems that the hot spring has soaked tonight."

Xie Qi's eyes were silent, and he only said one sentence: "If Mei Wuzhu is really outside the door, if he wants to kill someone, no matter where he hides, it's useless, it's just a waste of energy." After speaking, his body moved and disappeared in the blink of an eye In the sight of Duan Qingchuan and Bai Guo.

Zhuang Yin only walked halfway, when he heard the sound of gold and stone not far away from the exchange of weapons, his heart sank suddenly, he accelerated with all his strength, and shot forward again.

Then, Zhuang Yin stopped, because he had already seen the figure in the black cloak, under the night, exuding a gloomy and dangerous aura, walking slowly step by step, every step, overturned Trying to stop his disciples from Lijingyuan.

Seeing Zhuang Yin, the disciples of Lijingyuan said happily together: "Uncle Master!" As if seeing the backbone, they all ran to Zhuang Yin's side and scolded: "We thought this person was suspicious, so we stopped him outside the door. Who would have thought that if he insisted on breaking in, the barrier would be destroyed, and many people would be injured."

Mei Wuzhu stopped and stood opposite the crowd, her cloak was so wide that it hid her entire face.He chuckled lightly, his voice hoarse to the extreme, "I remember you, Song Zhen's favorite apprentice, I haven't seen you for ten years, are you okay?"

As soon as the voice came out, Zhuang Yin's head buzzed, his fingertips were cold, his whole body was shaking, his heart was throbbing with energy and blood, and he even felt difficult to breathe. How could he not remember this voice, how could he forget this way that caused his fellow disciples to die tragically? the sound of!

His eyes gradually became bloodshot, his teeth were almost crushed by him, and Fengyue in his hand was trembling violently with a cold light, letting out his murderous aura.

At this time, a hand gently put his shoulders on his shoulders, and he couldn't help but pull him back, and said with a low smile: "Then look again, do you still remember me?" The tone was neither light nor heavy, as if talking about today The weather can be good or bad.

Xie Qi stood in front of Zhuang Yin, with a half-smile on his face, and a half-sarcasm on his red eyes.But Mei Wuzhu didn't answer his question.

At this time, Qingchuan also hurried over.

Mei Wuzhu looked up to the sky and let out a long laugh, and the black cloak automatically said without wind, "Very good, it seems that everyone is here." As soon as the words fell, he jumped up, and the wide black cloak flew past the heads of everyone like a giant bat , No matter how fast the action is, it is staggering.

The direction Mei Wuzhu is heading to is exactly the place where Song Zhenhe, the ancestor of Lijing Garden, was buried ten years ago, Baiyu Peak!