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Yan Wenqing quickly walked into the living room. Everything in front of him shocked him, but also scared him. His grandma and Xiao Lan were tied up on a pile of straw with things in their mouths, unable to move. However, there was no one else in the room, and the woman who spoke was no longer in the room.

When the old granny and Xiao Lan saw Yan Wenqing trying his best, a sense of security appeared in their eyes, but panic spread through them. Tears fell from their eyes.

Just as Yan Wenqing was about to approach, in that instant, two people with silver masks instantly appeared between them.

One held a pair of swords. It was a woman, and the other a man with a flute.

Anger and fear suddenly rose in Yan Wenqing's eyes when she saw the two of them. The folding fan was tightly grasped in his hand.

"< Deal of the Butterfly > is indeed unrivalled in this world. It was so easy to defeat the Copper Body. I've finally seen it today." The woman's voice was suddenly heard, echoing through the shabby living room. Under the silver mask, a pair of terrifying, deep eyes stared straight at Yan Wenqing.

Yan Wenqing slowly moved two steps back, "Let them go." His voice was mixed with fear and anger. Two people who were closest to each other, two people who loved each other the most, they could not be harmed in any way, even if it meant risking their own lives.

"I asked your grandma and your woman if they knew where The Butterfly's Deal was, but they wouldn't say anything, so I had to do something about it." The woman's tone was so gentle, yet it cut into one's heart.

The masked man removed the object from Xiao Lan's mouth.

"Brother Wen Qing." Xiao Lan shouted in panic. Her whole body was filled with fear. Tears were dripping down her delicate face, and she tightly leaned to the side towards her grandmother.

The masked man then removed the Ouroboros from the old lady's mouth.

"Qing`er, hurry up and leave. Don't bother with us. They won't dare to do anything to us, the old and the young." Tears rolled down his wrinkled face.

It was as if the darkness of the entire world was falling upon Yan Wenqing's body. He fell into a bottomless black hole, and saw his closest kin crying at a very distant place. A heart-wrenching cry.

"There's no such thing as' Butterfly's Head '." His body slightly trembled.

"We all know that." The woman said with a voice that cut into one's heart.

Just as the woman was speaking, before she could finish speaking, when the two people wearing silver masks looked into Yan Wenqing's eyes, Yan Wenqing had disappeared from in front of their eyes. When they didn't know what had happened, Yan Wenqing was already standing between them and the old granny Xiao Lan. It was like a ghost, a cloud of smoke floating in the strong wind.

The two silver masked men frantically jumped out.

The masked man said in an ice-cold voice: "'Deal with the Butterfly' is indeed unrivalled in this world. It does live up to its name." The two of them raised their weapons vigilantly. The lady wielded her two sabers and turned around to leave.

Yan Wenqing turned the folding fan in his hand, and cut the rope binding the old granny and Xiao Lan like a sharp knife. "Grandma, don't be afraid. There's Qing`er here." Tears rolled down Yan Wenqing's face.

Xiao Lan helped the old granny to move to the side.

The masked woman's dual blades instantly flew towards Yan Wenqing. Yan Wenqing waved his hands in the air, and the blades flew to his side, directly stabbing into a red pillar and vibrating. Soon after, Yan Wenqing's body flew into the air and did a somersault. The fan in his hand flew towards the woman. She dodged to the side in panic, then flew back into Yan Wenqing's hands.

However, just as his foot was about to land on Yan Wen Qing, the Xiao Clan suddenly broke away from the man's hands, a small metal chain extended from one end of the small metal chain. The man held the small metal chain in his hand, and the Xiao Clan spun in the air and struck Yan Wen Qing's chest, and Yan Wen Qing quickly held his right fan in front of his chest to block it. Immediately, the Xiao Clan retracted back his iron chain, and the masked man's iron chain shot back into the Xiao Clan's iron chain, once again flying towards Yan Wen Qing's body.

Seeing all this, Xiao Lan and the grandma burst into tears. Their faces were covered with tears as they clasped their hands together. Every move the masked man made towards Yan Wenqing made their hearts jump in fear. It was as if he had struck their hearts, causing them pain and pain.

A foot kicked at the man, causing the grass fragments on the ground to cover the man's face. This move of Yan Wenqing's was very hard to defend against, even though he was holding onto the iron chains that were wrapped around Yan Wenqing's feet, because Yan Wenqing's feet were sent out to his body, so the iron chains did not even need any strength. The straw fragments covering the bed obstructed his line of sight, and Yan Wenqing took the opportunity to kick his left shoulder. But just when Yan Wenqing's body was about to hit the ground, the woman's blade pierced towards his waist. Yan Wenqing had no time to dodge, the blade had already stabbed into his waist, slicing his clothes.

The flame of the bonfire emitted a dim light in the run-down hall. The blade flashed in the light, and Yan Wenqing's white clothes were dyed red with blood from the wound. The tip of her foot hooked up to a burning wooden stick, and with a fiery gaze, she flew towards the woman. The woman hurriedly turned around, and the wooden stick fell onto a pile of firewood.

"Brother Wen Qing." Xiao Lan looked at Yan Wenqing, whose waist was drenched in blood. Tears welled in her eyes as she hugged the shivering grandma tightly.

"Xiaolan, take Grandma and leave." Yan Wenqing's eyes were like a vulture's as they stared at the two masked men surrounding him.

When the panic-stricken Xiao Lan wanted to bring the old granny away, the girl leaped in their direction.