Chapter 674
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If they don't use the Shen Musician right away, perhaps he really won't be able to be saved.
However, when the people of the Immortal Battalion want to carry away the unconscious Haitang,
Mu Yan's hand is grasped by a hand covered in blood, "Save … Haitang, save … Haitang first … I beg you … Miss!"
This man's eyes are clearly out of focus, and his breathing is so weak that it's almost undetectable.
But why is his will still so resolute?
Mu Yan sighs softly, saying in a low voice: "Fine, I'll save Haitang first. But Yan Haotian, you have to promise me that you'll hang on to your last breath and wait for me to save you. Don't forget, the five years of master-servant contract you owe me hasn't ended, and what you owe Haitang, you won't be able to repay it in a lifetime. "
Tears of blood fall from the corners of Yan Haotian's eyes, but his face shows a relieved smile as he slowly nods.
Mu Yan quickly turns around, the Tian Mo Qin appearing between her knees, "Bring Haitang in front of me."
Zhao Hai doesn't react for a moment, even forgetting to ask why these people suddenly broke into his secret mansion.
His eyes follow Mu Yan obsessively, and he doesn't even notice that saliva is dripping from the corners of his mouth.
That disgusting wretched appearance is exactly the same as his son, Zhao Tianxiang.
Until the melodious sound of the zither resounds, and a spiritual energy that he hasn't felt for decades surges in the air.
Zhao Hai's complexion instantly changes, "You … who are you? Why can you use spiritual energy? "
He quickly rushes towards Mu Yan, his eyes full of burning desire and greed.
A mortal who lives in the Yanwu Continent, and is born with spiritual energy.
If he were to use this woman as a furnace, watching her under him in pleasure, and absorbing the spiritual energy in her body, what a wonderful taste that would be.
Seeing Zhao Hai rushing towards Mu Yan, who is engrossed in playing the zither, the people of the Nether Flame Battalion don't move.
They coldly look at the man who is like a jumping clown, their eyes filled with disgust and pity.
The next moment, a black figure appears like a ghost.
The long black sword slashes down with the force of a thousand catties.
Zhao Hai's eyes widen, and his body instinctively begins to tremble.
Soon, however, a sweet female voice is heard, "Yingmei, leave this person to me, I'll take care of him myself!"
The momentum of the blade came to an abrupt halt.
Ying Mei silently retreated, arms crossed over his chest, coldly looking at Zhao Hai, guarding in front of Mu Yan.
Cold sweat quietly fell from Zhao's forehead.
He realized that the youth in front of him was very strong, so strong that he didn't even have the courage to resist.
His footsteps began to retreat bit by bit, wanting to escape.
However, Ying Mei brandished his blade and coldly and decisively blocked his path.
Zhao's whole body was stiff, but he could only stand in place, not daring to move.
Time passed slowly.
Fifteen minutes, half an hour … Feng Haitang's injuries finally began to heal. She was completely out of danger.
This time, it could be said to be incomparably dangerous.
Although Muyan's Elixir could almost bring the dead back to life, it did not mean that it was truly omnipotent.
The sword on Feng Haitang's body had directly cut through her heart meridian. Just a little bit more and it would have pierced through her heart.
If his heart was really shattered, even the gods would not be able to save him.
But even so, Feng Haitang almost lost her life.
Mu Yan wipes the sweat from her forehead, swallows a pill, and says in a deep voice: "Yan Haotian!"
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