“Qin Lang, Bei Zhao… He didn’t mean it, don’t get angry.”
The Holy Master’s wife twitched, and the Holy Master comforted her softly.
“Yan Beizhao, Xiao Wu raised you since she was a child. You betray the Eastern Continent and you didn’t know how to repay your kindness, but you even wanted to kill the teacher.”
The handsome face of the saint was covered with dark clouds.
He looked at his beloved wife’s injuries and his brows frowned even tighter.
“Saint Master, do you keep saying that my father is killing his master? What evidence do you have? Is it just a cry for help from your White Lotus wife? My father’s injury is heavier than her. Your beloved wife has colluded with the Second Army Commander over the years and killed the First Army Commander. She also used evil magic to refine her soul into a pill. Why don’t you ask her what she did?”
Xin Lin tried to feed Yanbei Zhao Yujingquan, but he had difficulty swallowing.
The saint frowned.
“Xiao Wu?”
He lowered his eyes and stared at his beloved wife in his arms.
“Qin Lang, it’s not like that. She said nonsense that she was Qing Cang’s spy, she was the evil seed born to Yanbei Zhao and Qing Cang’s women. The second commander was also killed by them.”
The Holy Master’s wife blushed and said, coughing violently.
Her eyes swept to Yan Beizhao from time to time.
This damn Yan Beizhao actually wanted to die with her.
“Dad, do you say something? Tell the Holy Master, what’s the truth?”
Xin Lin looked at Yan Beizhao’s face, and it became a little bit dismal, like an oil lamp with dry oil.
“The moon is bright, the wind is quiet, and the shadows of the trees cover the window lattice. Crickets, the chirping…”
Yan Beizhao seemed to have not heard it. He raised his hand and looked at Xin Lin. He was singing something unconsciously in his mouth.
“Dad?”
Xin Lin hugged Yan Beizhao tightly, feeling that his pregnant body was a little cold and no sound.
A joy flashed through the eyes of the Holy Master.
“Saint Master, Madam, you’re fine. The military camp was captured by Qing Cang soldiers. Miss Luo Yan fell into the hands of Qing Cang’s army.”
Sikong Ran fell to the side of the Saint Master and his wife.
He looked at Xin Lin and Yan Beizhao, who had already died of anger, and sighed in his heart.
He had said a long time ago that unfortunately, Xin Lin was a stubborn person.
“Yan’er? Qin Lang, Yan’er was captured?”
The wife of the Holy Master said in a shock.
“Xiao Wu, don’t worry first. The wind has passed, and nothing will happen.”
The holy master comforted him.
His eyes fell on Xin Lin from time to time.
After Yan Beizhao’s death, Xin Lin said nothing. She just held the man’s body and sat there as if it had been petrified.
“Saint Master, the situation is not very good. Ning Fengxi rushed over, but there… not only King Cang, but also the legendary Corpse King appeared.”
After Sikong Ran said that, he looked at Xin Lin again.
Corpse King!
“It’s her!”
The Holy Master seemed to understand something, and she struggled and pointed at Xin Lin.
“It must be her. She is Qing Cang’s spy. Yan Beizhao colluded with her. The Corpse King is also their accomplice. They captured Yan’er. Qin Lang, you must save Yan’er, you must save her!”
The Holy Master’s wife begged with tears in her eyes.
“Xiao Wu, don’t worry, Yan’er won’t have any trouble.”
The saint looked at Xin Lin.
“Sikong Ran, take her down.”
Before Xin Lin could move, Sikong Ran stepped forward and called out softly, but Xin Lin still had no response.
The military camp has now become a mess.
The corpses of mainland soldiers were everywhere.
Near the military camp, a secret passage became the way to win the sneak attack of Qing Cang.