The Wife Is Like Fire: the President of Hidden Marriage Is Sultry!

Ye Yuchen held Mu Wanqing in his arms, he stood up suddenly, with a cold and resolute light in his flushing eyes, scanning everyone in front of him.

"Get out of the way." His lips lightly opened.

However, the subordinates of Jixue Pavilion and Bo Liang were contending with each other, and no one dared to act without authorization and could only continue to stand in stalemate.

Ye Yuchen's long and narrow phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, he coldly slapped the blood sacrificial pavilion, a sudden killing intent soaring all over his body, holding Mu Wanqing, he turned and kicked.

The Bo Liang people immediately cooperated with him and quickly cleared a passage to the door of the dark underground of Fanxing Film and Television.

"Go." Bo Liang's index finger clicked inward.

He did not press the trigger, but for the priests and the people of the blood sacrifice pavilion, it was undoubtedly a violent warning.

Ye Yuchen rushed towards the door like an enclave, holding Mu Wanqin who was in a coma, and left in a hurry.

"Stop them." Bo Liang ordered coldly.

Several black shadows immediately formed an obstacle in front of the door, isolating Ye Yuchen and Mu Wanqing, and not allowing anyone in the blood sacrifice pavilion to break through this line of defense.

Ives clenched his fists tightly.

He turned his eyes to the priest a little unwillingly, "Young Master! I will immediately lead someone to chase them!"

But the priest just looked at Bo Liang with dark eyes, and didn't mean to hunt Ye Yuchen and Mu Wanqing.

"No need." His red lips lightly opened, and he murmured two words quietly.

"Young Master!" Ives couldn't help feeling a little anxious.

The priest returned to the country for revenge, and he spent a lot of time to tie Mu Wanqing to threaten Ye Yuchen.

Now, how can you just let them go like this?

The priest looked down. He rubbed the wound from the poison whip and said coldly, "Let them go."

When the voice fell, he took a deep glance at Bo Liang, then turned around, and didn't even bother to take care of this group of people and the gun.

Ives frowned tightly and looked at him puzzledly.

The priest slowly sat back on the soft chair, raised his long legs and folded them lazily, "If you don't want to lose both sides, just take your people and roll away."

While talking, he looked down and played with the wound.

The priest red lips lightly tickled, "Of course, if you toast and don't eat or drink fine wine, I can continue to play with you."

Killing is just a game for him.

Bo Liang stared at the priest, he hesitated for a moment, then raised his hand and fired a shot at the ceiling, "Bang—"

The deafening shot made Ives' heart tighten.

However, the priest still observed the wound slowly, and was not at all scared by the bullet.

"You can roll." He raised the corner of his eyes and opened his lips.

Bo Liang put the gun away, put it neatly back to his waist, glanced at the priest with deep eyes, raised his hand and ordered, "Retreat."

Head-to-head with Jixue Pavilion is not good for anyone.

The most important thing right now was only Mu Wanqing's condition, and Bo Liang did not intend to continue fighting with them.

The two parties quickly withdrew their subordinates, and Bo Liang turned and left.

"Young Master, why did you let them go?" Ives immediately strode forward to the priest, puzzled.

If Mu Wanqing died, it would undoubtedly be a serious injury to Ye Yuchen. This kind of mental collapse would be far more cruel than ruining him or taking his life.

The priest didn't answer, he raised his eyebrows, and lazily stretched out the poisoned hand to Ives, "Detox me."

Ives suffocated in his heart.

He looked down at the priest's black wound and blood. After all, he continued to hold it back. Without asking any more, he respectfully helped him detoxify, apply medicine and bandage.