Broken BondsChapter 35

A gust of wind flew past everyone, and the figure of the Northern Sect Master had disappeared. A puff of tea on the ground, floating and turning into powder only the warmth of the teacup remains. Before anyone could react, another gust of wind passed, and the Sect Master Ximen Yue was nowhere to be found.

Everyone in the hall, including Du Sheng who had just heard the Sect Master Ximen Yue came back, couldn’t bear it. Living in this midsummer August, everyone shivered fiercely! 8RdkGc

“Where are people?” Beitang Ao’s arrogant voice was cold.

Ling Qing was poisoned and was pierced through his lungs with a palm. Qiu Yeyuan was still in the process of detoxifying and healing his injuries. He was seriously injured, but he was already awake.

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In a hurry, Ling Qing couldn’t take care of any etiquette, and he quickly reported the matter to the Sect Master shortly and intermittently. He retold how he bought the peach blossom pastry, turned around, and no longer saw the figure of Yan Feili. He searched for a trail and chased it into an alley. As soon as he entered the alley, a burst of blue smoke hit and he held his breath. But the poisonous smoke was so powerful that it penetrated his whole body in an instant.

A man in black ran and jumped on him. The man was not supposed to be his opponent, the blue smoke was. At the moment, he caught a glimpse of Yan Feili being swept away and disappeared around the corner. 7DbKdX

Ling Qing repelled the man in black and tried to chase after Yan Feili, but there was no sign of resignation at all, only to realize that he was fooled. He wanted to chase after Yan Feili, but the poison has spread all over his body. Single-handedly took him out and did not know when he arrived at the gate.

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“I know this!” Ximen Yue’s words were abruptly interrupted by Qiu Yeyuan.

For some unknown reason, Qiu Yeyuan’s face seemed even uglier than Ling Qing, tightly stretched. Sure enough, he was holding the prepared antidote in his hand, helping Ling Qing to drink it slowly.

“It’s the ghost of them!” Beitang Ao looked stern, walked over to give Ling Qing a pulse, and a force of internal force was sent in.

After a while, Ling Qing vomited a mouthful of black blood and fell back on the bed. UXtVex

“Much thanks for helping this subordinate remove the blood. This subordinate is not doing well, please ask the master…”

“Needless to say. You are not to blame for this, you should take care of your injuries first!” Beitang Ao stood up and left.

Before Ximen Yue followed Beitang Ao out, he glanced back at Qiu Yeyuan before leaving.

“Wujie and the others are not good. I’m afraid to say the general’s situation is critical!” ujvhEQ

“You don’t need to say it, I already know.” Beitang Ao was anxious, but he knew that he must not lose his calmness. The coldness of his whole body was heavier than before, “People dare to touch what’s mine! If there are three long and two shortcomings, I will bury them with their whole clan!”

Ximen Yue was secretly surprised! Beitang Ao abandoned his sword and replaced it with his whip after he was sixteen years old to suppress his murderous aura. He had not been brutal for many years. Yet at this time, the strong murderous aura radiated from his whole body. Ximen Yue and even the people standing nearby felt it.

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Yan Feili woke up limped with a splitting headache. He sat up and found that it was a dungeon. The air was wet. It was rancid and extremely unpleasant. There were no windows around, no sunlight, only a small window on the iron door. The dim oil lamp shed a little weak light, making people unable to distinguish the day and night. He was buried in a tomb. oqmCQj

He checked himself and was not injured. He adjusted his internal breath, but his blood was not smooth, empty, and weak, and the whole body’s internal strength was missing. Holding his severely painful forehead, he started to recall what happened.

But he only remembered the last moment when the little beggar threw a smoke on him when he was not paying attention. After that, his mind was confused. No matter what he thought, he couldn’t remember how he got here.

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There was a sudden sound of footsteps outside the door, and then the iron door screamed opened. Two people walked in.

Yan Feili looked away. The man in front of him was burly, majestic, with deep features, and his eyes were amber. He was not from the Central Plains. He had a mighty imposing manner. When he stopped at this simple dungeon, space became much smaller. The man behind him was dressed in black, his face was pale, and his narrow eyes were faintly filled with bloodthirsty light. Seeing was offensive. FNbLyM

“General Yan, did you know you fell into someone’s hands?” The first man asked in a cold voice. His eyes were sharp as a knife and he stabbed at Yan Feili.

Yan Feili looked at him for a long time and uttered four words at a time, “Dian General Wujie!”