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The Twilight Knife hacked straight down along the swordsman's neck, breaking his collarbone and entering his abdominal cavity. Fresh blood splattered everywhere, covering the bottom of Mu Tu's pants.

Although the swordsman's head had been saved, half of his body was still split open. One could see his heart still beating and his intestines flowing out from the hole, causing him to fall to the ground and die.

Seeing that he could not do anything, the swordsman was extremely clever, he anxiously shouted at the swordsmen beside Xiong Zifeng: "Hurry up and tell the big bosses that there is a change in Jinling."

This swordsman was also a ruthless person. When he saw that something was wrong with his right hand, he gritted his teeth and swung his sword, chopping off his right arm. His body trembled as he sealed his acupuncture points, continuing to escape without hesitation.

Wang Yuyan activated his Wind Speaker Steps and was about to follow up with another slash. However, he was grabbed by the arm by Mu Tu, "Don't chase, be careful of schemes, the most important thing is to save Wugen's little master first!"

"But" Wang Yuyan looked at Mu Tu's pale face, and could not suppress the anger in his heart.

"It's nothing, just some internal injuries," Mu Tu hurriedly pulled Wang Yuyan's small hands and wrapped her arms around Wang Yuyan's waist. Her beautiful face rubbed against her nose.

Xiong Zifeng had already raised his leg and was ready to give chase. Seeing that the two had started again, his eyes twitched and he could not watch any longer. He turned and rubbed his stomach as he walked back into the thatched hut.

He would be forced to feed the dog food day after day. Sooner or later, he would die from the pain.

He pushed open the worn-out wooden door of the thatched cottage. The interior was filled with the smell of rotten fish. The food on the table had clearly turned rotten. It was unknown how many years ago this broken house was built, but it could still be exposed under the bright sunlight.

He saw a young, fat monk with red lips and white teeth lying unconscious on a messy pile of grass with his eyes closed. His light snoring meant that he was still alive, not a dead fatty.

Xiong Zifeng immediately went forward to check on the little monk's pulse. The monk's pulse was very dark, and the waves were slightly weaker, as if he had fainted due to the obstruction of his meridians.

But the three on his side didn't have as much inner energy as him. It seemed that he needed to feed him some pills to clear his meridians.

Xiong Zifeng's rough and crude face could not help but twitch, after thinking for a moment, he saw the two fellows outside continuing to nurture feelings. He could only take out an exquisite jade bottle from his bosom with a pained expression. He glanced at the unconscious young monk, then grit his teeth and poured out a fragrant Channel Opening Pill into the young monk's mouth with tears in his eyes.

After a while, the little fat monk woke up, "Ah, where is this? Amitabha, Amitabha. "Aiyo, my head hurts, my mouth hurts, and my ass hurts."

A pair of frightened eyes looked left and right, as if they were unusually alarmed. Only after seeing the police uniform on Xiong Zifeng's body did they manage to calm down a little, as if they had been saved.

He subconsciously touched his pocket, "Aiyo, where's my key? How long have I slept here! Woo woo woo woo *

If we go back now, I'm afraid Master will beat us to death. What should we do? "

"Are you a Wugen's little master of the Chicken Sonic Temple?" Mu Tu brought Wang Yuyan in and asked.

"Yes," the little monk said in a sobbing voice, the tears couldn't help sliding down his pink cheeks.

Xiong Zifeng had no choice but to kneel down and pat the five little monks on their shoulders. He comforted the fat little shaman first, and at the same time asked them about what had happened, "Do you still remember what happened?"

"Three days ago, this little monk secretly ran down the mountain in order to eat the chicken calls from the Hundred Flavors Temple. Then, on the way, I met a few young benefactors who said that they would take me to eat the chicken calls.

As a result, he followed them here, and then, the little monk suddenly fainted.

When I woke up, I was like this. I couldn't find the key anymore. " Wugen's little master was panicking, the two thin robes were being tossed and turned, even the grass beneath him was being thrown around, but how could the things that were stolen be retrieved?

"Don't bother looking for him, let's return to the Chicken Sonic Temple and discuss further!" Mu Tu also helped to shake the grass a little. After confirming that he did not have the key, he could not help but advise.

It was already dusk outside. The sunset lit up the clouds on the horizon. Under the broken sunset, the wind blew across the treetops, and the shadow of the depression seemed to lengthen indefinitely.

Wugen's little master walked on the long mountain road as if his soul left his body. His cassock was tattered, fluttering in the night wind.

His arms were tightly wrapped around her, and his round body was swaying from side to side, as if he was suffering from some unknown trauma. His occasionally moving shoulders were suppressing a whimper, as if he was crying.

Xiong Zifeng sat on the Barbarian Blood Cow, and followed behind Wu Gan step by step, not saying a word. He seemed to know something, but he did not mention it to Mu Tu and Wang Yuyan.

Atop the Stepping Wind Ink Lion, Wang Yuyan suddenly pulled on Mu Tu's sleeves, and pointed at Xiong Zifeng who was riding on the horse behind Wugen's little master, and then pointed at Wugen's little master, "Why didn't you try to persuade little master to get on the horse? The sky is about to turn dark! "

Mu Tu pulled the reins, and turned to look at Wang Yuyan, shaking his head, "Forget it, Wugen's little master definitely doesn't feel good right now, let him walk!"