"Thank you, my son."

Mu Ling didn't know what he had in mind about Jiang Huan being so nice to him. But he was not allowed to use it in the Du Mansion. He only had the title of leader but did not have real power to make him like Jiang Huan from the bottom of his heart.

Jiang Huan looked at Mu Ling and said with a smile:

"Go and have a rest, there is still a tough battle to fight later."

"Hard battle?" Mu Ling was a little puzzled when he heard what Jiang Huan said, but he still went to rest in a regular manner.

When Jiang Huan saw Mu Ling go to rest, he also lowered the smile on his face.

Just now, when he was having dinner downstairs, he saw four or five tables of guests staring at their table. When Jiang Huan looked at them inadvertently, they turned their eyes away. This behavior was clearly something that only people with guilty hearts could do. But if they wanted to kill him, they were a little tender.

Jiang Huan shook his head and then walked towards the bed. However, he did not sleep, and listened carefully to the movements nearby.

It was late at night, and a few guys came to Jiang Huan's door with their fingers. They poked a hole in the window and stretched a long thing in. Mu Ling was sleeping soundly but felt that someone was covering her mouth. He opened his eyes and saw Jiang Huan standing next to him.

Jiang Huan made a booing gesture and pointed his finger outside. Mu Ling nodded understandingly and covered his mouth. Jiang Huan signaled

With a creaking sound, the door was opened, and several people in coarse cloth clothes walked in. They held sharp knives in their hands and looked at the two beds like a thief. They confirmed that the people were stunned by them, and then they felt relieved.

One of them walked away from the bed with a hideous look and sneered:

"Mr. Jiang, your death is here."

He said that, and he slashed at the bed with the machete, but when he lifted the quilt, he found that there was no one.

Jiang Huan's voice rang behind the man in black:

"Is it my death date or your death date?"

"How can you still move?" The man in black looked at Jiang Huan and Mu Ling behind him in horror.

"Me?" Jiang Huan wanted to tell them why he could still move, but the two of them next door rushed over:

"Young Master is okay?" "No obstacle."

At this moment, Mu Ling had already started fighting with the men in black. But there were too many men in black, and he was powerless alone. Jiang Huan held a sleeve arrow in his hand and shot it out with a squirt arrow, saying to Canyang:

"Go and help him."

"Yes." Mu Ling was powerless to deal with four or five people alone. Just as he was about to be unable to resist Shi Qianying and the others walked forward. The sword rose and fell, and several people were quickly dealt with. However, Jiang Huan was attacked from behind while fighting with a sleeve arrow, and was injured in the back. Jiang Huan endured the pain and kicked the man hard.

"Young Master." After the Setyang solved the problem, he quickly walked forward and hugged the shaking Jiang Huan.

"Qianying, look for a doctor."

"good."

Qianying had blood on her face because of killing someone. Hearing Canyang say this, he didn't bother to wipe off the blood on his face. He nodded and looked at Mu Ling again:

"I'll go and invite the doctor, you and the good-sen in Charge Yang look at the young master."

"Yes." Mu Ling was fighting the last person and quickly grabbed him. Just as he was about to kill him, he heard Canyang say:

"Leave a living mouth."

As Canyang said, he leaned Jiang Huan against the wall, and his eyes were red and punched the man in black who was injured by Jiang Huan. The man in black suffered a pain and took a few steps back. But who knew that the more he retreated, the more fierce the Canyang hit him. The force seemed to be about to kill the person alive.

Mu Ling stretched out his hand to block Canyang's attack and said in a cold tone: "Didn't you mean to save his life? Are you trying to kill him with such a big killing hand?"

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!