Just on the hillside not far from the two, Yu Juechen knelt on one knee with wounds all over his body, and supported his crumbling body with his arms. He looked embarrassed.

A trace of black red blood was hanging on the corner of his mouth, and the beautiful eyebrows were tight and his face was a little purple, as if he was poisoned.

In front of him, more than twenty men in black surrounded him, each of whom was fierce and stared at him with contempt and disdain, wishing to peel off his cramps and bones and tear him to pieces. The leader was Yu Ziqing. At this time, Yu Ziqing was holding a long sword in his hand. The bright red blood on the blade was particularly dazzling. It fell to the ground, and the blood and soil mixed together, turning into bloody mud with a strong smell of blood!

Yu Juechen lowered his head slightly, and a murderous aura flashed through his eyes. He didn't expect that the cold poison in his body would actually attack at this time.

Although he knew that Yu Jianghe would not let him leave so easily, he did not expect that Yu Jianghe would ignore his uncle and nephew's feelings and force him to drink poison tea in the hall, and even arranged for Yu Ziqing to come and kill him!

It's so damn!

Yu Juechen's body was covered in bone-cold pain. He clenched his fingers into the soil under his feet, almost trying to stand up with all his strength.

He looked up at Yu Ziqing, gritted his teeth, and spoke slowly. Although the voice was small, it was very clear. "Third brother, what does uncle mean?"

Yu Ziqing curled a sneer at the corner of her mouth, "What does it mean? Of course it means to eliminate future troubles!"

Yu Juechen's eyes sterned and he replied anxiously: "I have promised my uncle not to step into Mengyi Sect half a step away. Why do I still want to kill me!"

Yu Juechen didn't understand why his relatives were so cruel? He had given up his father's position as the sect leader to his uncle, and he vowed in the Yu Clan Ancestral Hall that would never covet the sect leader, but why did his uncle still guard him like a thief!

Yes, he was just an orphan picked up by his father, and his surname was not Yu! After a sarcasm, Yu Juechen thought that their kindness to him was just an extremely exaggerated and beautiful acting.

Life is so ridiculous. The elder who has been loving for more than ten years is actually a person with such a deep scheming! His throat tightened, and his scarlet eyes were full of despair.

If it weren't for the cold poison in his body, he could have at least lasted for a while, but now God seems to be joking with him.

His thin body was shaking, and Yu Juechen tried hard to calm himself down to deal with the situation in front of him.

Seeing this, Yu Ziqing said coldly: "Do you think you still have some strength to compete with me now? Yu Juechen, either you die by yourself or I will give you a ride! Don't threaten me! Your cold poison has relapsed, and you can't beat me."

Yu Juechen's sharp phoenix eyes suddenly looked at Yu Ziqing, "How do you know I was infected with cold poison?"

Yu Ziqing snorted coldly, and a trace of evil mockery flashed in her eyes, "You are about to die, so why not tell you that your cold poison was personally given to you after your parents died!"

Yu Juechen's eyes, which were as beautiful as ink, stared at Yu Ziqing coldly, a touch of fishy sweetness overflowed in his throat, and finally he couldn't help but spit out blood in his mouth, and his thin body slowly leaned forward.

At this moment, in the jungle not far away, Bai Luo stared at everything that was happening here.

Her pink fists clenched together and murmured in a low voice, "It's so bullying! Isn't this bullying by virtue of power!"

After all, Di Hua is the eldest son of the leader of Lingyun Sect. He has seen more and more worlds, so he can see clearly what is going on over there. This scene is just a scene of internal struggle between clans!

He lowered his voice to remind Bai Luo, "Luoer, this is Mengyi, this matter has nothing to do with us, don't force yourself to stand up. Let's go!"

Although the boy who fell to the ground in a mess was the owner of the dagger they were looking for, judging from the current situation, the boy was afraid that he would not be able to survive. Since that was the case, he would take his junior sister to the blacksmith shop and wait for news.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Di Hua grabbed Bai Luo's wrist, Bai Luo threw it away, "Brother Di Hua, I don't care who there is. My father has taught me to be a kind and upright person since I was a child. Now that kid is bullied by his relatives, I can't just stand by and watch."

Di Hua's eyes darkened and he said patiently to Bai Luo: "Luoer, I know you are kind-hearted. But this is a matter within the Mengyi Sect and a family matter of the Yu family. As outsiders, it is not easy for us to interfere!"

Bai Luo felt particularly unhappy when he saw the boy in the distance trying to get up again and again, and was kicked to the ground by the third brother named Yu Ziqing again and again!

No! Dad said that saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda! This Yu Juechen, Bai Luo, was saved!

Seeing that Di Hua was unwilling to take action, Bai Luo suddenly pointed behind Di Hua, "Brother Di Hua, someone is here."

Di Hua suddenly looked back, and Bai Luo took the opportunity to run towards Yu Juechen. Di Hua glanced helplessly, and it seemed that he would be about to form a bond with Mengyi Sect today!

Before she could think too much, Di Hua came to Bai Luo in a blink of an eye and walked over with her hand.

Bai Luo looked at Di Hua with his smart eyes, his slender and curly eyelashes flashed, and he smiled and said, "Thank you, Brother Di Hua, I knew that Brother Di Hua is not the kind of cold-blooded person."

What else can Dihua say?

At this moment, Yu Juechen lay on the ground dyingly, and Yu Ziqing kicked Yu Juechen hard at the mouth of his heart.

But the pain that Yu Juechen thought did not come this time, and a vermilion figure suddenly fell in front of him. The small and slender body blocked his sight. A crisp and pleasant voice fell into his ears: "Stop!"

Just two words, Yu Juechen seemed to have seen a beam of light in life. The sound, like the fiery red figure in front of him, suddenly made people feel a little warm and hopeful.

Yu Juechen moved his lips, but he just wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it because his throat was too uncomfortable.

Yu Ziqing's raised foot was now wrapped in the soft whip in Bai Luo's hand. He seemed to be fixed on the spot, looking at the playful face in front of him coldly, "Who are you! You dare to interfere in the affairs of my Mengyi Sect!"

Bai Luo glanced at Yu Ziqing unhappily, and pulled his hand back with some force. Yu Ziqing was unstable and rushed forward. Bai Luo quickly flashed to the left, Yu Ziqing threw in the air and fell to eat shit.

Bai Luo couldn't help but chuckled, and the coldness in Yu Ziqing's eyes suddenly rose. He turned around suddenly, staring at Bai Luo with sharp black eyes, as if he wanted to swallow Bai Luo alive.

Suddenly, the long sword in Yu Ziqing's hand suddenly stabbed towards Bai Luo's chest. Yu Juechen was about to speak to remind the girl in front of him.
Chapter completed!