It’s really Mo Chuan!
He came for her!
Mo Chuan held a sickle in his hand and was fighting with a group of black-clothed attendants.
She had known for a long time that his martial arts skills were very high, but she did not expect that all the black-clothed attendants of the man in white were strong fighters.
They surrounded Mo Chuan in the center and fought fiercely in silence.
Although Mo Chuan was not at a disadvantage, it was not easy to force his way into the hole.
Especially the weapons in the hands of the black-clad attendants were as sharp as clay. He only used a grass-cutting sickle. Soon, the head of the sickle was cut off, leaving only a bare stick in his hand.
He had no weapons and could only rely on Qinggong to dodge. He was immediately paralyzed. If he was not careful, he would be injured.
"Don't hurt him, he...he came to see me!" Shen Rumei shouted anxiously.
The man in white looked indifferently at Mo Chuan fighting with his attendants, and he snorted.
"My martial arts skills are good, but if you want to save people from me, I still need a little more skill."
He put his hands behind his back and did not take any action.
Shen Rumei knew that if he made a move, Mo Chuan would definitely be injured.
She looked at the man in white: "I am already yours, he is my friend, you can't hurt him!"
Hearing this, the man in white's sleeves moved slightly.
Mo Chuan suddenly raised his head and looked at her in disbelief.
What does she mean
Could it be that she has been given to the man in white...
He almost didn't dare to think about it.
Just when he was distracted, the guard slashed with his sword, and with a swish sound, blood surged out like a fountain, and a long gash was cut on his right arm.
If he hadn't delivered his internal energy in time, this arm would have been chopped off.
Shen Rumei bit her lip. She didn't dare to look at Mo Chuan anymore, but just stared at the man in white.
"You promised me!"
The man in white looked at her indifferently, and finally raised his hand.
"stop!"
Shen Rumei immediately breathed a sigh of relief, turned to Mo Chuan and shouted, "Don't do anything, I'll go with you."
Both sides stopped.
Without saying a word, Mo Chuan flew to her side and said in a deep voice: "Let's go back."
Shen Rumei nodded and grabbed Mo Chuan's hand with her right hand. She wanted to leave, but her legs were sore and weak.
Mo Chuan picked her up and strode out.
The wound on his right arm was bleeding, but he didn't seem to have any consciousness. He started Qinggong and disappeared in a moment.
The man in white stared at the disappearing figures of the two people, and the corners of his mouth behind the mask slowly raised a strange arc.
No matter where you are in the world, you will always be here!
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Mo Chuan ran very far in one breath, so far that he could no longer hear the sounds behind him, and he did not stop.
Shen Rumei suddenly moved.
"Put me down."
He ignored her and hugged her tighter.
Her voice seemed to still ring in his ears: I am already yours!
Could it be that during the period of her disappearance, she was really given to... by that person
His teeth chattered.
"Put me down first. You are injured. I want to bandage your wound." She said calmly.
Mo Chuan finally stopped. He put her down silently and said nothing.
Shen Rumei calmed down, took out the medicine bag, opened it, applied medicine to him, and bandaged the wound.
Neither of the two people spoke anymore.
After the wound was bandaged, she stared at his expressionless face and sighed.
"How did you find me?"
Mo Chuan said nothing and didn't look at her.
"Have you ever learned the art of tracking?" she asked again.
He remained silent.