Chapter 988 (1/2)

”What? Ran away?” leader Lu Daoling just sat down. Hearing the news, he suddenly stood up and affected his internal injury. He couldn't help but open his mouth and spit out another mouthful of blood. His trembling fingers pointed to the elder and said angrily: ”you... Your good grandson, this is to kill our whole Qingcheng sect.”

”Plop”, the elder knelt down on his knees and said loudly, ”master, calm down. I'll go and catch the villain. If he dares to resist arrest, I must kill him myself.”

Leader Lu Daoling took a deep breath: ”get up. You're afraid you can't find even Yuanhong's shadow alone. Send orders. All Qingcheng disciples will go out. Be sure to arrest Yuanhong. If he dares to resist, there will be no amnesty.”

”Yes!”

Many Qingcheng disciples promised to start to catch people. At this time, Lu Daoling shouted again, ”wait a minute!”

Under the gaze of Qingcheng disciples, Lu Daoling said in a deep voice, ”I know that many of you have a close relationship with Yuanhong and have close personal relations. However, this matter is related to the survival of our Qingcheng sect, and no one can cover up. Whoever releases Yuanhong is the sinner of Qingcheng sect.”

”For the sake of the inheritance of Qingcheng sect, I'm here to urge you not to put zongmen in Jedi regardless of your personal feelings. I think you all know which is more important.” Lu Daoling paused for a moment, waved his hand and said, ”go and catch Yuanhong, the villain, for the continuation of zongmen.”

”Yes!” all the Qingcheng disciples gave a neat shout and ran out separately.

All the people were gone, and Lu Daoling was left alone. He stood alone on the martial arts field and sat down dejected

At the foot of the Vatican mountain, Chu fan put down goji beryo and Sima and patted them twice. Soon, they opened their eyes and woke up.

”Brother, we're home.” Murong Qing smiled happily.

Got home? Gokieber looked around with wide eyes and was surprised. Although it was night, he was so familiar with the surrounding environment that he could touch home even if he closed his eyes. However, it took me several hours to take the bus when I went to Qingcheng school. Why did I come back at once?

”Don't think about it. Go home quickly. Your parents don't know what they are anxious about at home.” Chu fan urged.

At the mention of this, gokie Jotun looked pale. He didn't care to ask so many questions. He shook off his big step and ran towards the village. Behind him, Murong Qing took Sima and walked lightly and fast. Chu fan fell last and walked leisurely. He looked very slow, but he didn't fall at all.

Soon, several people arrived at the entrance of the village. Without taking a few steps, two people jumped out of the dark and shouted, ”stop, who is it?”

”It's me, gokiebjo.”

”Ah?” they were surprised and hurried to the front. They looked carefully in the moonlight and said in surprise, ”it's really you. How did you come back? Where's Sima?”

”I'm here.” Sima and murongqing then came over.

When Bo heard the great joy, he hurriedly urged, ”hurry, go back and report to the patriarch, and say that Bo Yue and Sima are back.”

Without saying a word, his companion turned and ran towards the village stronghold, shouting: ”Boyo and Sima are back...”

They were all friends from childhood to childhood, or from the same family. When they met at this time, Guo Jibo had a feeling of rebirth. He came forward and hugged Bo Wen tightly and slapped each other on the back. Bo Wen's voice choked: ”just come back, just come back.”

”Hey, are you two big men finished? Hurry to go.” Murong Qing's dissatisfied Jiao drank.

At this time, Bo Wen saw Murong Qing and immediately exclaimed, ”Qing'er? You... When did you come back?”

”Hum, I won't tell you.”

When he saw Chu fan beside Murong Qing, his face suddenly changed and said angrily, ”who is he?”

”Want you to manage?” Murong Qing stared at Bo Wen, took Chu fan's arm and said with a smile, ”brother fan, let's go.”

Before Bo Wen could open his mouth, gojibo Joo hurried to hold him. When Chu fan and he went away, he said solemnly, ”don't provoke him. This man is extremely dangerous. If it weren't for him, Sima and I might not have come back.”

Sima nodded: ”he was the one who saved me and Boyo from Qingcheng sect. No one dared to fight with him.”

Boyo stretched out his hand: ”you see, my wrist is almost broken by the rope, but people just wave their hand, and my injury will be all right, not even a scar.”

”Mine too.” Sima rolled up her sleeves and her white wrists were like snow. Where was there a scar?

Boyo continued: ”when we were taken away, we took a helicopter, took a car and crossed mountains. It took us several hours to get there, but when we came back, I felt like I just took a nap and got home.”

”Boyo, he and Qing'er, could it be...”

”Stop talking and go back quickly.” gojiberyo interrupted Sima and walked quickly towards the village.

When they entered the village, almost all the people in the village ran out in untidy clothes. A middle-aged man who seemed to be 50 years old, with a gray cloth belt wrapped around his head, ran in the front. Far away, Murong Qing waved his hand in surprise and shouted, ”Dad, I brought my brother back.”