Mesmerizing Ghost Doctor

They dare not fight back, afraid of hurting this little boy. The attack of the nephew was step by step, and it took some time for the two to dodge some effort.

At this time, the dozen or so disciples behind them quietly encircled the 17th, dealing with the 17th low-ranking monk who was stepping into cultivation. Any disciples could suppress him absolutely. Without a moment, they would First seize the seventeen.

"Stop! Otherwise, we killed him!" A disciple who was detained by seventeens drank and pressed the sword in his hand to the neck of the seventeenth.

"Seventeen!" The child screamed, and a pair of beautiful big eyes screamed with anger.

Mu Yan licked his lips, clenched his fists, did not speak, but his eyes stared coldly at the disciple with the sword on his seventeen neck.

The nephew stopped his hand, his eyes were like a knife, and he looked coldly at the disciple. The cold eyes made the disciple shudder and shriveled involuntarily, but he held the sword in his arms. The hands on the neck of the seventeenth were not removed.

"Catch him!"

A drink came and I saw that the elders came in a hurry and immediately ordered the disciples to arrest the deaf children.

"Young master, don't care for me!" Seventeen shouted, struggling, but was scratched by Jianfeng, blood leaked from the neck.

"Seventeen, don't move!"

The nephew sipped coldly, his cold face was like a cold frost, his eyes swept through the neck of the seventeen bloody, and then stared at the disciple, saying, "If he dies, I will I want you to be buried with your family!"

Because of this, it is also because of the cold eyes of the nephew, a serious look. The disciple’s life was shaken off, and his face was white and his lips trembled. He did not take the initiative to take a step back. He also carefully removed the sword on the neck of the seventeenth, lest he still Will accidentally die under his sword.

Seventeen listened to the words of the nephew, the eyes were hot, and the throat swallowed. He stood still and did not move, watching several disciples step forward and tied the nephews with ropes.

"I'm sorry for the young master, I am tired of you." He blamed himself, very guilty.

"It's none of your business, I can't beat them." The nephew said, staring at the elders in the cold, and commanding: "Silver wolf, leave with a nephew!"

"I don't go! I want to be with my eldest brother!" shouted.

"I don't want to go." Mu Yan also said, standing still.

The silver wolf looked at the two little guys and didn't speak. Because at this time, even if they fled with them, I don’t know where to escape. What's more, the two of them are so small, there is no nephew and seventeen are taking care of them?

Plus, the nephew is its contractual master, and it is impossible for it to leave in this way.

"Ha ha ha ha ha, you just want to go, you can't go."

The maddening laughter came from the sinister test, and there was a bit of excitement and anger in the tone.

The silver wolf turned back in the first time, came to the front of the two little guys to protect them, and blocked them behind them. The bloodthirsty and murderous eyes stared at the vast group of people who came from the mighty, vigilant eyes. Those who fell on the front of the body of the monk with a black cloak.

"This is the super-beast silver wolf? It is indeed awe-inspiring, imposing!" The gaze of the mountain ancestors stared at the silver wolf with excitement, as if looking at his belongings, Eyes, very aggressive.