At this moment, when she heard a loud explosion, the carriage broke into pieces, sawdust flying like snow, like a sharp needle and blade, Joan screamed and was hurt.


    Zhao Wanxi conditionally protects tong''er in her arms. Dushi rushes to qiong''er and looks at her wound with concern: "qiong''er, are you ok?"


    "I''m not in the way..."


    Joan''s eyes followed the carriage, and all of them looked at the messenger. When they saw each other''s identity clearly, their faces suddenly changed. They were shocked and couldn''t believe it.


    "The Emperor..."


    "My lord..."


    "Ao..."


    The sky is suddenly red, just like the blood devil flower blooming heartily. Leng junao, wearing a black robe, stands in the wind, his ink hair flying, buries his three-dimensional facial features in the flying green silk, only revealing a pair of fierce eagle eyes with fishy red.


    Yes, it''s a pair of scarlet eagle eyes!


    His eyes are filled with the chill of the bone marrow. Just one glance can make people shudder and almost suffocate.


    Flower thin shadow eyebrow lock, a cold drink: "alert!"


    Leng junao clenched his fist, and his red eyes swept the people in the yard. Just now, he smashed the carriage with his fist, splashed sawdust and scratched Joan''s hand.


    "Dad, what''s the matter with him?"


    Tong''er''s mouth is curled. Her petite body rubs against her mother''s arms because of fear. The crystal clear tears spin in her eyes. She is still in pity. Her big clear eyes are looking towards the man''s direction.


    The black figure standing in the wind, in the instant opposite to tong''er''s eyes, the cold air of the whole body gradually faded away, and the fishy red color in the depth of eagle''s eyes gradually faded away.


    The man who had lost his sense seemed to be gradually sober now. Leng junao suddenly covered his chest with one hand and puffed out a big mouthful of black blood.


    "Ao..."


    Zhao Wanxi gives tong''er to qiong''er, and runs straight to the man with a big stomach. The man who was still scared just now suddenly loses his spirit, and reaches out to stop him and Zhao Wanxi.


    Husky voice came: "Xi''er, don''t come here!"


    The man''s low voice is filled with rare fear, and the sharp eagle eyes slowly fall on her cheek. The poison in her body is more and more difficult to control. For Leng junao, who has a strong desire to control, he will also feel afraid.


    Zhao Wanxi can see from the man''s eyes that he is sober at the moment.


    "Ah, everything will be fine. Now that we have come to Qiyun mountain, we will find a way to control the strange poison in your body."


    Just as she spoke, Leng junao''s body began to tremble, which was obviously strange. The color of the man''s pupil became thick and dark, as if covered with an invisible fog.


    All of them fell into a state of high alert again. Zhao Wanxi, who was closest to Leng junao, was slightly stunned. She watched the man''s single palm stretched out in front of her turn into a fist. Her thin lips were black and purple, and became more and more ugly.


    "The poison in his body seems to be demonizing..."


    Hua Shuying muttered to himself that he had only heard of the legend of Qilian River and sea anethole, and he didn''t know what the consequences would be if the poison was demonized.


    The air seemed to solidify, and everyone kept a high alert on Leng junao, but they were helpless in the face of him. In the end, the husky and low cold voice of the man broke the silence.


    "NingShun, dusk four, daze me Seal my acupoints... "