The Enchantress of Medicine, with the Heaven Defying Child, and the Black Belly Father

Today's magic harp, whoever sees it, will know that it is a treasure of even the city.

Xue Minglang couldn't help but shake his hand, slowly reaching out and pressing on the string.

The strings make a buzzing sound, crisp and delightful.

So it happens at this very moment.

The colorful light bursts out of the violin, turning into a flaming burst of fireworks.

Xue Minglang didn't even have time to react to what happened.

His long-standing instincts have made him feel extremely dangerous.

And he didn't even think about it, so he pulled his men over and blocked them in front of his chest.

Pfft...!

This is the sound of a sharp blade penetrating the heart.

As the light dissipated, Xue Mingliang slowly drooped his head and saw himself, his pupils suddenly contracted as a clear colored sword penetrated his heart's men.

This third tier of employees didn't even hum, so they died.

A fear of the rest of his life sprang to his heart.

The clear sword swayed and whistled back into Mu Yan's hands, turning back into the Celestial Magic.

Xue Ming Lang exhaled slowly and returned to God. A blush burst erupted in his face. The infinite anger made him roar. “Jun Muyan, do you dare to fool me over and over again? Do you really think Xue family is a good bully? ”

“Kill--!!” He waved his hand and yelled at the Xue family downstairs. "Kill all those who are on the loose team. If the Kirin team dare to resist, they will all be ruined. Don't let go of that bitch with Murong Xue!! ”

Xue Mingliang's voice just went down.

All of a sudden, in a distant sky, there was a sound of fury and anger.

“Xue Minglang, why don't you let go of my granddaughter? Tell me!! ”

Murong looked up snowly and incredibly at the sky.

In an instant, a sword broke through the sky like a meteor and landed in the Xue family yard.

“Sister, sister, are you all right!! ”

Murongqi flew a sword and immediately rushed towards Murongxue. His face was full of anxiety.

As he approached him, he saw Murong's pale face, his shaky body, and his unhealed wounds on his face.

The color changed immediately, "Yuki, what's wrong with you? Why are there so many injuries? What did these Xue bastards do to you..."

His words were not finished, and he stopped.

I was going to grab Murongxue's hands, hold an empty sleeve, and stiff in the air.

“Snow, sister, you... your hand... how come your hand?! ”

Murong's eyes were red and his voice was slightly mute, but a smile opened on his face. "Brother, I castrated Xue Huailu with my own hands and took his life. With one of my hands, for the pain and freedom, I think it's enough. ”

Murongqi's eyes turned red.

The man, seven feet high, squeezed his sleeve, turned his back, rubbed his back, and pressed himself down to suppress the tears coming from his chest.

“Brother, I can practice swords with one hand...”

Murongqi couldn't help it any longer. He hugged people, rolled tears and dripped them into her neck. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Snow, it's my brother who's so useless, it's our Murongjia who's so cramped! ”

Murong blinked and tears slipped into his orbit.

But she had a shallow smile on her face.

On the other hand, Xue Minglang looked at the Murong family and gave a grumpy and unfriendly expression, “Murong Yan, what do you mean?! That's how you repay my Xue family when I just cured your bloodshed? ”