The momentum was rising.

Fang Yue's fighting spirit was soaring.

When he had just entered the third-rate realm of Xiantian, he had killed Mazu of the Phoenix organization's Twelve Seats!

Now that his strength had skyrocketed to the first-rate realm of Xiantian, with the help of the Guijing, suppressing Shuzu, who was also one of the Twelve Seats, was as easy as turning his hand!

Although the strength of the Twelve Seats fluctuated, and they were not all at the same level.

But he figured the difference shouldn't be too big.

Just as Fang Yue thought this, Shuzu made a move that Fang Yue hadn't expected.

He took a deep look at Fang Yue, then turned around and fled!

That's right, he fled!

Without even looking back, he frantically sped away!

In the short time that Fang Yue was stunned, the man was almost out of sight.

His expression changed, and Fang Yue didn't care about anything else, and hurriedly chased after him.

The two chased one after the other, quickly disappearing from everyone's sight.

Watching the two flee into the distance, disappearing into the darkness one after the other, the people left behind couldn't help but look at each other, their faces full of astonishment.

For a moment, they didn't know what to do.

"Protect the Eldest Miss!"

Mang Liuzi shouted at this time, gathering the death warriors around him to guard the Eldest Miss, the dying Butler Hai, and...him.

The large gash in his left waist made his consciousness begin to blur. If he didn't call someone to protect him, he would really be done for.

Master Ye entrusted the Eldest Miss to me, but now I can't even protect myself!

Of course, enduring the pain, he could still struggle if an enemy rushed in.

But messing around like that would only make him die faster.

"Master Ye...Butler Hai..."

The Eldest Miss clenched her fists, took a deep look in the direction Fang Yue had left, then took out a handkerchief, tore off her sleeve, and bandaged the claw mark on Butler Hai's wound.

Seeing the blood-stained handkerchief, the Eldest Miss was momentarily dazed, and suddenly thought of the dirty handkerchief that had always been wrapped around Fang Yue's right hand, and couldn't help but smile bitterly. But she quickly collected her expression, wiped sweat for Butler Hai, and ordered people to invite a physician, while also directing the battle.

The Eldest Miss, who had calmed down, although her combat strength wasn't great, was quite good at commanding.

This was thanks to Head Yang's careful cultivation.

In fact, Head Yang's cultivation of the Eldest Miss was an all-round, comprehensive cultivation method.

However, during the cultivation process, the Eldest Miss, due to her subjective consciousness, began to be picky and lazy, and gradually only some skills stood out, while other skills were mediocre.

Given sufficient conditions, most wealthy families treat their next generation with all-round cultivation, and finally selectively screen out suitable projects based on the child's talents and abilities, and cultivate them in depth.

The Eldest Miss's days in the Dayang Merchant Troupe had always been good. Whether she wanted to be lazy or work hard, Head Yang gave her enough freedom.

Perhaps there was too much freedom, and some of the Eldest Miss's abilities did indeed lag behind. Otherwise, the Dayang Merchant Troupe's achievements could have reached another level. They might not even have needed a guest like Fang Yue. After ten or eight years of martial arts practice, they could have exploded in one wave and still had the opportunity to lead the Dayang Merchant Troupe to the top of the list.

Under the command of the Eldest Miss, the remaining short-tailed tribesmen, whose morale had long been lost, were either repelled or killed.

The other invading men in black were also dealt with one by one.

The entire Dayang Mansion gradually became calm.

Mang Liuzi lay weakly on the ground, his wounds treated and bandaged by the physician, then he was carried to the bed to recuperate, and people were ordered to decoct medicine to be taken with three meals a day.

Mang Liuzi felt very lucky. At least after this battle, he was still alive.

Although he had prepared to escape alone before, leaving a very bad impression on the Eldest Miss.

But at that time, he was almost dead. He couldn't beat Short-tail Taimai at all, and the situation was clearly unfavorable to the Dayang Merchant Troupe, so what could he do? He could only save his own life.

Could he possibly take the Eldest Miss, who was the other party's target, and escape together? That wasn't just delivering a head.

That being said, anyone who heard Mang Liuzi's description would understand Mang Liuzi's actions.

But the fact that Mang Liuzi wanted to abandon the Eldest Miss and Dayang Mansion and run away himself couldn't be avoided.

Therefore, everyone's attitude towards him was not very good.

Mang Liuzi also gave up. Anyway, that's just how he is, his own life is the most important thing. Who cares about anything else? He hasn't even received the benefits of the guest position yet, and they're already demanding so much of him.

"At least Master Ye shouldn't kill me. Such a strong master, taking the time to practice swords with me every day, I'm going to take off! My strength will definitely improve by leaps and bounds!"

Compared to Mang Liuzi, who could still think this and that, even thinking about his strength soaring, Butler Hai's situation was already dire.

The Eldest Miss guarded Butler Hai's bedside, her eyes red and swollen, obviously having cried all night.

The morning sun was slowly rising outside, but Butler Hai had struggled all night, and in the end, he couldn't make it through. His breathing became weaker and weaker, and he was about to leave this world at any moment.

As if in a final burst of energy, when the warm morning sunlight shone through the windows and onto Butler Hai's face, Butler Hai slowly opened his eyes.

"...Eldest Miss?"

Butler Hai's voice was as weak as a thread, as if he would die at any moment.

The Eldest Miss was stunned for a moment, then excitedly grabbed Butler Hai's hand.

"Butler Hai! Butler Hai, you...you..."

Tears began to fall from the corners of her eyes again. The Eldest Miss was filled with grief, and didn't know what to say for a moment. Even she...could feel that Butler Hai was about to leave.

"...It's not your fault...Eldest Miss, sing me a song, that one that you loved to sing when you were little... 'Yangyang Flower'..."

Although pain tormented Butler Hai, making him wish he were dead, Butler Hai still showed the gentlest expression and said softly.

The Eldest Miss's vision blurred, but she quickly wiped away her tears. She could already feel that Butler Hai was about to die.

Forcing herself to show a smile that was uglier than crying, she smiled and began to sing.

"Yangyang Flower" was her favorite nursery rhyme when she was a child, and it was Butler Hai who taught it to her word by word.

At that time, she was carefree, causing trouble every day. Her father was away on business all year round and rarely had time to accompany her.

Butler Hai was the one who really grew up with her.

In a sense, Butler Hai was her adoptive father.

In the gentle and soothing singing, Butler Hai's eyes seemed to see the scene where they sang nursery rhymes together under the big willow tree.

That childish voice and the current crisp female voice overlapped, making him show a gratified smile.

"You've grown up...Eldest Miss..."

As the voice fell, Butler Hai slowly closed his eyes and stopped breathing.

In the room illuminated by the morning sun, there was only a tearful girl, crying and singing, her voice distorted, her throat hoarse, crying and lying on the bed, sobbing.

The sound of crying traveled far, the sound was desolate and moving, making those who heard it sad, and those who saw it shed tears.