Chapter 1793 This Is the Real Purpose

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The fifth Qingtong was running, but a dagger emitting a cold light suddenly slipped out of his sleeve.

"Miss Qingtong, you are..."

Before the Yinbi painter could finish speaking, he saw Wu Qingtong stab the dagger in his hand without hesitation.

The goal is to point directly to the fifth Qinglan!

The pupils behind the mask were only indifferent.

And the fifth Qinglan obviously did not expect that the fifth Qingtong of the same clan would kill her, and she was still looking forward to the fifth Qingtong being able to save her from leaving.

Therefore, when the dagger stabbed at her, Wu Qinglan was completely stunned.

"puff--"

The intimate contact between the blade and the flesh made a creepy abnormal sound.

It was the sound of organs being torn, the sound of blood flowing, it was...

The silver pen artist groaned in pain.

"Old, teacher..."

Fifth Qinglan's pupils shrank to a small point, and looked at the silver pen painter who was standing in front of her in horror.

At the critical moment, the silver pen painter chose to block the knife for the fifth Qinglan.

"Wow-"

The silver pen painter firmly pressed the dagger on his chest and couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood.

He looked sadly at the golden mask that was close at hand, and asked abruptly, "Why?"

Not only the silver pen painter and the fifth Qinglan, but the others present were also stunned.

What's the matter?

Aren't they a gang?

"Humph!" Fifth Qingtong smiled coldly, "Naive old guy, do you really think I'm here to save you?"

"Until we find out the details of the Xuanyuan family, our fifth family will not violate the ancient martial arts ban for the time being and will not harm ordinary people.

That's why the words that just killed the island were just to gain your trust.

But I didn't expect you to lose your cultivation.

Well, it's easier to kill you guys. "

Wu Wu Qinglan looked at the increasingly weak appearance of the silver pen painter, and shouted frantically: "Fifth Qingtong! What the hell are you doing?!"

"Idiot, don't you understand?" Fifth Qingtong's eyes were indifferent, "The people of our fifth family have always been killed in battle, and there is no precedent for becoming a prisoner of others.

Because of you, there are countless opportunities to expose the secrets of our fifth family! "

"Cough cough..." The silver pen painter's eyes became more and more slack, and a lot of blood spilled from the wound.

But he still said firmly: "Miss Qinglan and I have never disclosed any information about the family!"

"Who knows?" Fifth Qingtong smiled disdainfully, "The purpose of the family is to kill all unsettled factors in the cradle.

Even people within the family!

Only dead people can keep secrets!

The order the family gave me this time was an order to kill the two of you! "

Hearing Wu Qingtong's heartless words, the Yinbi painter was full of sorrow and closed his eyes in pain.

And the fifth Qinglan also seemed to have lost all his strength, and slumped on the beach with both eyes blank.

"In the next life, remember not to be reborn into the family."

With a flash of killing intent in Wu Qingtong's eyes, he took out the dagger from the silver pen painter's chest and stabbed Wu Qinglan on the ground.

But at this moment, a voice exploded in Wu Qingtong's ear.

"Huangquan Tactics, The Gate of Underworld!"

Fifth Qingtong: ! ! !

She looked down at her feet in awe, and a deep hole suddenly opened.

"how is this possible?!"

Before falling into the deep pit, Wu Qingtong only saw an arm that was magnified several times not far away, and a familiar face.

Ye Hong.

"Impossible! How could you possibly know the Huangquan tactics!"

Beneath the deep pit, there was the inconceivable voice of the fifth Qingtong.