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C50 The Dead

"Then I'll be waiting for Mr Ye's arrival. " Yi Fenglou said with a fake smile.

He turned around and was about to leave.

Unexpectedly, something unexpected happened again. Yi Fenglou, who had already turned around, suddenly attacked. As if he had been prepared for this, his sword light became slightly cold and went straight for Ye Xiaotian's chest.

Ye Xiaotian seemed to have been prepared for this as well. He raised his sword to meet the attack.

Yi Fenglou's expression became serious. Ye Xiaotian's attack had confirmed that what he said was true.

Right now, he was in a situation where he could neither back down nor back down. If he was even a little bit scared, he would only die faster. He could only brace himself and attack.

Both of them were squeezing out the last of their strength. This sword would decide life and death.

The sword light flashed and passed. Victory and defeat were determined, and life and death were determined.

Yi Fenglou's eyes were filled with disbelief. At this moment, he really suspected Ye Xiaotian. He had suffered such a severe injury, but he still had such strength.

Ye Xiaotian's eyes were also filled with disbelief. Initially, he wanted to destroy everything with his sword, but now, he wasn't dead because Sheng Qingmann had blocked the sword for him. This was a sword strike that Yi Fenglou had poured all of his strength into.

His sword stabbed into Yi Fenglou's chest, and Yi Fenglou's sword stabbed into Sheng Qingmann's chest.

"Bang!" Ye Xiaotian fell to the ground powerlessly. There was a painful expression on his face. He wanted to help Sheng Qingmann stop the bleeding immediately. He wanted to take Sheng Qingmann to the hospital immediately, but he could not do it because he was really at the end of his life.

He could only watch helplessly.

Sheng Qingmann's face was pale and she fell on Ye Xiaotian with a smile.

"Young Master, you don't have to blame yourself. " Sheng Qingmann's hand covered the mouth of Ye Xiaotian and said gently, "Qingmann was adopted by Du Jiuniang since she was young. She had never seen the outside world. The only few sisters were also turned into cold tools. Linger was the only one who would heal me every time I got beaten up. " Sheng Qingmann fell on Ye Xiaotian's body. She spoke softly, but Ye Xiaotian could feel that her breathing was getting weaker and weaker. He could not bear to interrupt her.

Sheng Qingmann continued, "I know Linger's feelings for Young Master, and I also know Young Master's feelings for Linger. Young Master saved me from my suffering and I have admired you for a long time. But Young Master is a famous hero, how can I be worthy? Today. . . I can finally tell young master my feelings, "Sheng Qingmann's voice became lower and lower. Young Master. It was good to meet you. " Sheng Qinman suddenly lowered his head and kissed Ye Xiaotian's lips. Her pale face actually had a bit of rosiness, but there were sparkling tears in her eyes. "Young master, you have to take good care of yourself. Drink less wine. Your arms are so warm. "

Sheng Qingmann had a satisfied smile on her face as she laid on Ye Xiaotian's chest with her tears still in her eyes.

Ye Xiaotian looked sad, but his eyes were also filled with tears. He said bitterly, "No, I am not worthy to be liked by you. I am sorry for you and Linger. I did not take good care of you and did not protect Linger. "

Ye Xiaotian blamed himself in his heart. If it were not for him, these two girls would not have ended up like this. If he had not protected them well, they would not have died one after another in front of him.

With this thought, coupled with the poison from before and the backlash from his inner energy, he immediately fainted.

The entire hall suddenly became extremely quiet. The floor was filled with corpses and the smell of blood could not be dispersed.

Suddenly, Yi Fenglou, who had fallen to the ground after being struck by the sword, moved his finger slightly. Then, he slowly got up. The wound on his chest was still bleeding. His eyes were filled with madness. Trembling, he picked up the sword on the ground and slowly walked towards Ye Xiaotian, who was lying on the ground. With a hideous smile on his face, he said, "Hehe, I really thought you were made of iron. So it was only your last breath. Now I will send you and your little lover to meet the King of Hell. Hehe. "

Ye Xiaotian naturally didn't know the current situation. His current situation could only be a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Yi Fenglou had already walked in front of Ye Xiaotian. Looking at Sheng Qingmann who was lying on Ye Xiaotian's chest, he suddenly had a cruel thought, "Hehe, it seems like this little girl is deeply in love with you. I will fulfill your wish. "

Yi Fenglou raised his sword high, and his eyes shone with a cruel light. He wanted to pierce through both of them.

"Ha!" Yi Fenglou shouted and thrust his sword straight down.

Yi Fenglou seemed to have seen Ye Xiaotian's death. A knife suddenly flew towards him. Before he could see where the knife came from, the knife broke the sword in his hand and stabbed into his abdomen, nailing him to the wall.

"Awoo!" Yi Fenglou spat out blood, and his eyes became more and more blurred.

"Young master, we came at the right time. " Dao Wuyi slowly walked out of the darkness, dragging a crippled leg. He walked step by step to Yi Fenglou. He held the handle of the knife and slowly pulled it out.

Dao Wuyi shook his arm and shook off the blood on the knife. Yi Fenglou fell to the ground like a pile of mud.

Even until his death, there was still a trace of fear and uneasiness in his eyes.

"Unfortunately, we are still a step too late. " A woman's voice came from the darkness.

"There are layers upon layers of traps in the Murdering Manor. It will take a lot of effort to find the way to the main hall. I can't blame you, young master. " Dao Wuyi said in a hoarse voice.

A long sigh came from the darkness. After a long time, Mr. Xiao said faintly: "Murdering Manor has disappeared from the Pugilistic World recently. Bring Young Master Ye along, and Miss Sheng and Young Master Yi's bodies as well. "

"Yes, Young Master. " Dao Wuyi carried the two of them and disappeared into the darkness.

Two days had passed since Ye Xiaotian woke up. Dao Wuyi was standing at the door thinking of something.

"You have temporarily controlled the poison with the Shennong Pill from the Hundred Herb Valley. It will not spread to your heart and lungs for a short period of time. " Dao Wuyi noticed that Ye Xiaotian had woken up and said.

"Where are Qingmann and Mr Yee?" Ye Xiaotian asked in a deep voice.

"They left when we went there. I originally planned to wait for you to wake up before making any further plans, but in the end, you actually fell into a coma for so long. Young Master can only let them bury themselves first. " Dao Wuyi said with an expressionless face.

"Take me to see them. " Ye Xiaotian seemed unwilling to say that word, "The place where they sleep. "

"Can you stand up?" Dao Wuyi turned to look at him and asked.

Ye Xiaotian was about to stand up when he immediately felt the pain of thousands of ants biting his heart.

He frowned and slowly got up. Step by step, he walked in front of Dao Wuyi.

Dao Wuyi did not say anything. He turned around and brought him out of the room.

They passed through the bamboo forest and arrived at the edge of the cliff.

Sheng Qingmann and Yee Xiaorann were buried here. They were not far away. There were also stone tablets made of marble. Although it was not considered luxurious, it was obvious that they had put in a lot of effort.

"Thank you. " Ye Xiaotian thanked Dao Wuyi. He carried five jars of wine and slowly walked to the front of the monument alone.

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