Chapter 3168
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Muyan's eyes turn cold, the Seven Absolute Swords faintly discernible in her palm.
However, at this moment, a figure flits before her eyes.
Then –
Pfft pfft pfft!
A faint, strange noise resounds in this narrow, dilapidated room.
Muyan's nose faintly smells the scent of fresh blood.
She looks up in astonishment, only to see that the chests of the Mountain Split Sect disciples, who were still fiendish just a moment ago, all have huge bloody holes.
Some of their hearts have been directly crushed.
Some of their intestines have been pulled out, dripping with blood as they hang outside.
But they're still in a daze, as if they simply didn't have the time to realize what's happening to their bodies.
Three breaths, just three breaths later.
All the Mountain Split Sect disciples in this dilapidated room have collapsed, dying without a complete corpse, dying with remaining grievances.
The little monkey is scared silly.
The beautiful woman and the disabled brawny man are all dumbfounded.
Even Muyan's eyes widen, unable to come back to her senses for a moment.
A slender figure rose in front of her like a wisp of green smoke, and gradually condensed into a solid form.
Li Weiran!
Muyan's pupils shrink, her gaze falling on his hand.
Drip – drip –!
His slender fingers are already completely covered in blood.
Glaring bright red drops drip by drip from his fingertips.
That light gray coarse robe was already stained with blood at some point in time.
Just like those blooming flowers.
The surrounding air is filled with a kind of bone-chilling heat and gloomy coldness.
Muyan's entire body tenses up in a split second.
The extreme nervousness made her summon the Seven Absolute Swords unconsciously.
She can feel that the youngster in front of her, this Li Weiran of unknown origin, whether he's really blind or not, is currently in a very dangerous situation.
If she's the slightest bit careless, it won't just be the Mountain Split Sect disciples who will die, but everyone in this room.
However, before she can move-
An ice-cold and sticky hand grabs her wrist.
Muyan hears a low, hoarse voice ringing in her ears, "You see, I've already killed them all, no one will … no one will bully you anymore … so, don't leave me, okay?"
The five fingers on her wrist suddenly tighten.
Muyan can almost hear the sound of her bones being squeezed.
Her brows slightly wrinkle, and she can't help but struggle a bit.
However, it was such a smile.
Li Weiran didn't know which part of him was triggered. "Why?! Why don't you believe that I can protect you? Why is it that no matter how well I do, you're never willing to look back at me?! "
The youngster's face was twisted, and his voice was sharp and shrill. "Look into my eyes, look! Why wouldn't I dare to look?! "
Muyan thought: Let me see you take off the red scarf on your face! You're blindfolded and you're asking me if I dare to look? Are all perverts so weird?
Suddenly, her expression froze, and her eyes slightly widened.
Because she saw two streams of tears of blood slowly flowing down from the red silk covering her eyes.
The ferocious expression on the youth's face had vanished. His glistening white skin contrasted with the dazzling scarlet, and it actually reflected a type of sorrowful desolation.
"Is it because I look too much like that person? Or are you disgusted by my bloodstained hands? Tell me!! "
Who did this guy mistake me for?
He was clearly fine just a moment ago, just like how a pervert should be.
What stimulated him to suddenly become like this?
Mu Yan groans inwardly.
The pain from his wrist was getting more and more intense.
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