A moment of silence.

Then, there was the sound of objects breaking.

The cup in Yun Qingmin's hand slowly turned into powder from fragments.

He spread his hands, and there was a trace of blood mixed in the powder, and the faint smell of blood drifted past the tip of his nose.

"But..." Cheshuo glanced at him, her voice still very normal, as if she didn't notice his actions: "If the dosage is small, it has an anti-fetal effect."

"Really?" Yun Qingmin's voice was terrifyingly calm. The temperature seemed to drop a few degrees in the blink of an eye, and chills seeped into his body: "So, I still want to thank them?"

Wen Beiyao looked at him and found that his lips were pursed tightly, and there was some familiar blood red in his black eyes. He remembered that the last time he saw this blood red, it was the only time he got angry and bloodbathed Yun Wen Ti's lair.

Yun Qingmin would never allow himself to be injured, let alone the lowest level of injury, such as being cut on the palm of his hand by a cup.

He expressed his anger in the most direct way.

Wen Beiyuan sighed slightly and said, "Then, Qingmin, what are you going to do?"

Suddenly, Yun Qingmin looked at Wen Beiyao and then at Cheshuo.

The three of them had a tacit understanding and didn't speak again.

There was a low rustling sound coming from the roof. Someone was approaching. The sound was very small, but in the quiet night, as long as you were careful, you would definitely notice it.

Here they come.

After a while, the roof became quiet again.

Yun Qingmin stood up, glanced coldly at the roof with his black eyes, and slightly curled up the corner of his mouth, showing his murderous intent.

Wen Beiyao stretched out his hand to block him and looked into his cold black eyes: What are you going to do?

Yun Qingmin walked around him, opened her thin lips, and said silently: Kill him.

Cheshuo frowned and looked at him, her eyes filled with disapproval: now is not the time.

"Tsk." Yun Qingmin sneered, then when is the time?

Someone is gradually approaching.

There were almost no footsteps, but those black figures were clearly seen by three people at the same time in the dark night.

Just right.

Followed his wishes.

Yun Qingmin looked at the slowly moving black shadow on the door paper, and the murderous intent in his black eyes overwhelmed him.

Wen Beiyao stopped blocking him at this time, took out the white fan fastened to his waist, and spread it out with a slight 'squeak' sound.

Cheshuo stood up and stepped aside.

The door was slowly pushed open, and the door bolt broke with a 'snap'.

A pair of black eyes stared at the visitor, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, his right palm flipped over, and the palm wind was swung out fiercely.

The visitor groaned, not expecting to be counterattacked so quickly, and took several steps back. Finally, he pressed against the wooden railing of the corridor, fell to the ground, clutched his chest, vomited blood, and died on the spot.

The wooden fence then cracked, and with a 'snap' sound, it shattered into rotten wood on the ground.

When the other shadows saw this, they retreated and hid.

Wen Beiyao looked at Yun Qingmin's palm and smiled helplessly. It turned out to be 100% of the palm wind, and he could control it very well, preventing people from turning over and falling downstairs.

Seeing those dark figures slowly retreating, Yun Qingmin frowned in displeasure and walked out of the room, exposing his presence.

Several black figures looked at the person who suddenly appeared, looked at each other, and then rushed towards him while holding swords glowing with cold light.

"laugh."

You actually sent these minions?

What did Yun Wenti think? Raising these wastes.

His black eyes turned cold, and he kept waving away the wind from his palm. The black shadow was only one meter away from him. The tip of the sharp sword was almost touching Yun Qingmin, but it suddenly seemed to be pulled by something and kept moving back.

Until his back hit a beam, he fell to the ground, vomited blood, and died.

There is a slap mark on the beam, which is very deep.

Same technique, same death style.

But in the blink of an eye, all the black shadows were wiped out, and everyone fell to the ground, losing their heartbeat and breathing.

Wen Beiyao sighed softly and put away his white fan.

He just needs to watch the show, and there is no need to take action.

Yun Qingmin held his right hand, his black eyes coldly scanned the corpses on the ground, and his lips lightly opened: "Trash."

There is a sound from the roof.

Yun Qingmin didn't hesitate at all. He waved his palm upwards, and a hole appeared in the roof like an explosion. He tiptoed, rose into the air, appeared on the roof, and struck out at anyone he saw.

Maybe it was because they were outside the inn, and the palm wind became more fierce. The person who was hit flew out directly, hit the obstacles or trees behind him, or simply flew out and disappeared.

There were muffled sounds and sounds of vomiting blood everywhere.

The smell of blood floats in the air.

In the room, Wen Beiyao sighed again.

Fortunately, it's dark now, otherwise I don't know what Qingmin will do. At least now, there is no loud noise.

However, his style of play can easily lead to internal injuries.

**

Yiran heard something moving on the roof, opened her eyes, no sleepiness at all, turned over, sat on the bed, quickly took out a silver whip from the baggage on the bedside, and wrapped it in her palm.

There seemed to be the sound of bricks being moved on the roof, and it seemed that someone was about to enter the house.

Yiran held the silver whip tightly, stood up slowly, stood in front of the bed, and waited quietly for the person to appear.

However, something suddenly seemed to happen on the roof. The sound of moving bricks disappeared, and the people seemed to gradually disappear.

What's going on?

Yi Ran frowned, and there seemed to be the smell of blood on the tip of her nose.

Maybe Beiyao and the others have solved it.

She breathed a sigh of relief.

Wait a moment!

Yixue!

If Beiyao goes to find Yun Qingmin, then Yixue may be alone!

Someone was removing bricks just now, which means that maybe someone also wants to invade Yixue's room!

Yixue also has a child!

not good!

Thinking of this, she took a breath, grasped the silver whip in her hand, and quickly opened the door.

The strong smell of blood hit my face.

Looking at the bodies lying on the floor in the corridor, she frowned, ignored them, and walked to Guo Yixue's room.

**

The room was dark, and the sound of gentle breathing came from the other side of the bed, as someone was sleeping.

Guo Yixue closed her eyes and slept soundly, a little strangely familiar.

On the roof, a brick was moved away, and a bamboo with its interior hollowed out slowly stretched into the room. Wave after wave of mist gradually sprayed out from the holes of the bamboo and dispersed in the air, odorless.

This room is occupied by the third prince, so they cannot go down too directly, otherwise there will be a dead end.

Slowly, the room seemed to be covered with a layer of gauze, hazy, with mist floating everywhere.

Guo Yixue's eyes were closed tightly, and there was inevitably a mist around her body.

His breathing became more and more steady, and he lost consciousness.

On the roof, someone started to move the bricks away until there was a hole that could be entered and exited alone. The man covered with black cloth jumped down, entered the room, and landed steadily, making a dull landing sound.

The visitor saw the bed in the mist.

There is someone on the bed.

The visitor waved his hand upwards, and someone jumped down from the roof.
Chapter completed!