Chapter 583 (1/2)

The fight was going on in the dark. There was a sound, but it was covered by the sound of heavy rain outside the house.

The martial arts of the two monks obviously far exceeded Gu Xinglang's imagination. After a few fights, Gu Xinglang was convinced that the two monks were performing with him at other times, including when they were tortured without saying a word and seemed to have a hard mouth, except that it was true that they were injured and unconscious by Yu Xiaoxiao.

After blocking a monk's palm, Gu Xinglang's back hit the stone wall heavily.

At this time, the two monks seemed to be convinced that Gu Xinglang had no power to fight back, and temporarily stopped.

”What do you want?” Gu Xinglang raised his hand to wipe the wet corners of his mouth and asked hoarsely.

”People will take you away unknowingly,” said the monk who had been silent at last.

”Why?” Gu Xinglang asked.

”Gu Qinghui,” said the monk, ”you're just holding your hands.”

Another monk struck out at this time.

Gu Xinglang reluctantly took another breath and took the monk's palm.

He bounced up and slammed into the stone wall. The stone wall was swept by the palm wind. Gravel splashed on Gu Xinglang's face, one of which splashed in the corner of his eyes. Gu Xinglang closed his eyes in a stress response. When he opened his eyes again, the world in front of him seemed to be shrouded in a layer of blood light, which made him feel a little sick.

”Let's go,” the monk grabbed Gu Xinglang's skirt and slapped Gu Xinglang's temple.

Gu Xinglang struggled and punched, then his body slid down the stone wall and sat down on the ground.

”Don't let him die,” the monk who stood aside and planned to stand idly by reminded his companion.

The monk standing in front of Gu Xinglang squatted down. In the dark, the two people still saw things clearly. Try Gu Xinglang's breath. The monk said, ”he's just unconscious.”

The monk on one side said, ”while Yu Linglong is away, we will take him away as soon as possible.”

”What about the others in the stronghold?” The monk who put his hand on Gu Xinglang's heart asked.

The standing monk's voice was bleak and said, ”nature doesn't stay.”

At this time, the barbarian slaves in the stronghold were locked in the house. There were no onlookers. Fengtian and rosefinch had nowhere to escape at this time. They had been waiting for this opportunity for a whole day.

The standing monk looked at the corner and ten people curled up there. The monk believed that the ten people must not dare to say anything. These people are also useful to them and can't die for the time being“ Let's go, ”turning his head, the monk urged his companion again.