When Duanmu walked out of the teahouse at dusk, the teahouse was lying in a staggered and unconscious guards.

He was in a very relaxed mood.

The haze brought to him by that damn guy Ai Hui was wiped out, and all the depression was vented. The feeling of pleasure was extremely wonderful. Yes, he felt that it was not Mingxiu who brought him trouble. Ai Hui was the most fundamental culprit and the real source of all evil.

At this time, Duanmu's mood was much more relaxed, and he suddenly realized that he had done such a crazy thing

You should know that since childhood, he has been an obedient, sensible, motivated and good child, and is a role model for all children. No one can compare with him. Every adult thinks he is perfect when he mentions him.

Attack the guards and set up an ambush to kill them all.

Before today, he had never thought that he would do such a crazy thing one day. But he did it, and the anger he held in his heart at that time made him want to do something crazy.

He was a little excited when he had never experienced it.

But when he saw the beautiful figure in the sun not far away, his eyes narrowed again.

"I dare to attack the guards. Matsuma Castle hasn't seen anyone as brave as your lord for a long time."

Mingxiu's tone was calm. His face, which always looked like a spring breeze, could not see joy or anger at this time. His gentle and kind smile disappeared. His beautiful eyes were as calm as water, and his whole body exuded an inviolable majesty and solemnity.

She took off her plain shawl.

Duanmu Dunmu then noticed that the length of the shawl was much longer than it seemed.

Ruxue's white wrist trembled gently, and the shawl fluttered in the wind.

Duanmu's pupils suddenly shrank.

Under the reflection of the sunshine, transparent traces of light appeared on the plain shawl, complex and beautiful.

"trouble."

Two words were squeezed out from the gap between the teeth, Duanmu's eyes were cold and cruel at dungeon, and an evil and crazy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth again.

He turned around and ran without hesitation.

Half an hour later, Duanmu, who had escaped outside the city, was in a mess at dusk, his clothes were broken and he wanted to cry without tears.

As long as he has some connection with Ai Hui, he will definitely be the one who is unlucky in the end. Senior Sister Mingxiu, who was so kind before, was so fierce and powerful that he couldn't raise his head and could only run away with his head in his arms.

Now he finally understood why the first thing he could not provoke in the news provided by the family was Yuxiufang. It was not the reason why the embroidery master had a deep connection, it must be the existence of Senior Sister Mingxiu.

He still can't understand why Master Han Yuqin's successor was regarded as a genius who could surpass Master Yuqin and become a master of embroidery. Why was his combat power so fierce?

He even had several hallucinations. Is his induction field ranking actually fake?

What's even more terrible is that Senior Sister Mingxiu chased her back. As long as he stayed for a moment, Senior Sister Mingxiu would come to kill her. The plain long silk shawl was definitely the work of Master Yuqin.

Every time he shook open, the gorgeous light floating made Duanmu dizzy and confused at dungeon. He was not a native bun who had never seen the world, but his eyes were still straightened.

Embroidery master's embroidery

This is how old he has grown up. Duanmu Xun has been competing with others for the first time. He is at a disadvantage in such a comprehensive way. Compared with strength, he is not as good as Mingxiu. Now even if he is not as good as Mingxiu, he is not as good as Mingxiu even when comparing money.

The shawl-level embroidery piece in Mingxiu's hand was not many of the Duanmu family with a deep foundation. Each piece currently is a treasured item by the clan elders of high and powerful people, and will never be used by him as a little kid, even if he is the most talented child of the Duanmu family.

Do you want someone to live?

It's really a bad thing for eight lifetimes

Duanmu ran away in the forest at dungeon with one foot deep and one foot shallow, without knowing the sense of direction at all.

He fought with Mingxiu continuously and fled desperately, making his energy and physical strength almost exhausted. He felt as if he had thrown away Mingxiu, but he didn't dare to stay at all.

Suddenly, he saw a tower in the distance.

That's...

He thought for a while before he remembered, his mind was in a flash, yes, he could go there to pretend to practice. That's right, just get rid of Mingxiu, then go to the Xuanjin Tower, throw away the mask, and pretend to be practicing.

As for the perverted naked man... Bah Bah Bah Bah Bah Bah Bah Bah, as long as I resist the death and refuse to admit it, who will doubt myself? Who dares to doubt myself?

The entire Matsumayuan now has to rely on itself, and it is absolutely impossible to smash the signboard at this time.

Moreover, there were many students outside Matsuma Castle during this period. Why did Matsuma Court definitely think that it was the students of our college? Is it because the man without clothes admitted it casually?

As long as you throw away your mask and practice in the Hanging Tower later, this matter will be over.

Even if Mingxiu knows the truth, it doesn't matter at all. Without an official recognition, Mingxiu will not attack the genius of the Duanmu family. Yuxiu's embroidery workshop is not easy to mess with, and Duanmu family is also not a vegetarian.

He waited carefully for a while, but Mingxiu did not come. He breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that he had been successfully dumped. In order to get rid of Mingxiu, he had almost tried every means, completely ignoring the direction, and ran in the forest like a headless fly for a long time.

He took off the mask, dug a hole, buried it carefully, and handled the traces.

Then he plucked up the last trace of strength and stumbled towards the golden tower.

He made up his mind and lie down after he arrived at the Xuanjin Tower. He was naturally very tired after practicing. As for the scars on his body, hey, it is so easy to be a genius? How can he be a genius without practicing as much as he is desperate?

He was a little proud.

But soon he couldn't get proud, and his steps were like he was filled with lead. The situation was urgent just now. Under Mingxiu's murderous intent, his potential burst out with nerves and no fatigue. Now that he found a solution, the tense string in his heart relaxed, and fatigue and fatigue drowned him like a tide.

Every step is extremely difficult.

The golden tower not far away is like a distance from the world.

The extremely abundant Yuan power on weekdays is now gone. His daily practice rarely spends time on tempering his body, and his body is not strong. At this time, without the support of Yuan power, the muscles in his body are shaking.

His face was pale, his breathing was heavy, and his throat was like a fire.

Almost like moving, moving step by step towards the Hanging Golden Tower.

It's really miserable...

The feeling of not being able to move a finger is really bad...

It turns out that this is the feeling of completely overdrawing your strength...

The scenery in front of Duanmu at dungeon began to become blurred little by little. He tried his best to support him. No matter what, he must go to the Xuanjin Tower.

The golden tower is also becoming blurred little by little.

At the last moment when he lost consciousness, he finally arrived at the Shangjin Tower. His eyes were blurred, and his hands and feet climbed up the steps.

Suddenly, he felt like he had encountered something.
Chapter completed!