Who dares to steal my man
I stunned An Luowei, robbed me of Xishanzhu, I was alive, and no one dared to embarrass me like Wanlumen!
I took two steps forward and helped up the crooked wheelchair: "Master, I'll go to the backyard to see." I said a word, ignored Mo Qing, and went straight to the backyard. When they got to the backyard, they glanced left and right, and took off Zhi Yan's body in a corner. The moment I floated out, I saw that the yard was full of black grievances.
I searched left and right, but I saw the little round face on the east side of the courtyard with a sullen face, lying on top of the wall, struggling to fly outside, but Li Gui was destined to be bound to the ground, no matter how she bumped or struggled, Just lie on the wall.
"Yuezhu." I called her, she turned her head, and I saw blood and tears slowly dripping down her face, and her shape was terrifying, like Fang crawling out of purgatory.
She stared at me, gritted her teeth, hated deeply, and made a "giggle" in her mouth: "Kill... I'm going to kill them... "
"Tell me where they went, I'll help you." Yuezhu stared at me, I said, "I'm Lu Zhaoyao, that's my West Mountain Lord, no one can move me, even if I die."
When I was alive, I was notorious for being short-sighted. We bully others. If we bully rightly, we will get rewards. If we bully wrongly, we cannot be bullied by others.
Yuezhu was still scrutinizing me, but at this time, I saw a golden light pouring into the earth from the hall, like a wave of water, sweeping across hundreds of miles in an instant.
Yuezhu finally answered my words: "The direction of Lingting Mountain in the east..."
Without any delay, I immediately got on Zhi Yan's body and entered the main room. Just as I was about to talk to Mo Qing, I heard Mo Qing say: "Going to Lingting Mountain, you are waiting for me here."
Just then... Could it be Mo Qing's tracking technique? It is really extravagant to directly use mana to explore a radius of a hundred miles...
I moved my arm: "Let's go together."
"No." He rejected me so strongly and decisively.
I know, why I love you so I don't want you to risk it. I pursed the corner of my mouth and answered decisively, "Okay."
When Mo Qing relaxed a little and was going to explain a few more words to me, I used a teleportation technique, only to see Mo Qing's eyes slightly opened, wanting to interrupt my technique, but I had already done so. It landed on a bare mountain in Lingting Mountain.
Humph, clown bastard, want to order me, I'm afraid you're still short of the heat.
Now that I'm here, I'm here too. When he comes back, he wants to settle the account with me, and he just needs to coax him. Anyway, he likes me, and he can't do anything to me.
It was raining in the late spring on Lingting Mountain, I took a step, the next moment, a figure in front of me blocked me, and then a sword was thrown into my hand in a bad mood.
It is a six-heaven sword in a scabbard.
The scabbard of the jade dragon's blood wood carving was dark gray, with bright red faintly revealing it. After Sima Rong's carving, the bright red became a swimming dragon coiled on the dull gray. Extremely refined.
I admire this sculptor, and for this craftsmanship, I want to snatch him back.
When I looked up, I saw Mo Qing behind the raindrops like a bead curtain. After a while, raindrops wet his and my hair.
He took a deep breath, suppressed his anger and helplessness, stared at me without accusing him, and solemnly explained: "Take a good sword, don't walk around, follow me."
He turned around and led the way, I held the sword, and responded, "Master, don't you blame me?" He blatantly disobeyed his orders. This was a face-to-face slap, but he didn't even get angry at me.
Mo Qing glanced back at me, then turned his head over, accompanied by the sound of wind and rain, three words faintly emerged from the front: "Reluctant."
My footsteps stopped, like my heartbeat at this moment.
"Oh."
I held the Liuhe sword and glanced at Mo Qing's back. I knew that he still had bloody wounds on his back. At this time, it was raining heavily, and it won't be long before his clothes were wet, and he had a chance to kill him. right in front of you.
I followed him step by step, looking at his defenseless back, I held the hilt of the sword, but finally pinched a tactic, the golden light wrapped around Mo Qing's body, blocking the rain for him.
Once before, when Mo Qing was pouring rain, he also put up a rain curtain for me in front of my grave. This time, let me pay him back. Today I have to save Sima Rong, so I let him go.
I walked to Mo Qing, looked at the dark front and asked, "Master, can you find out where they are?"
Mo Qing lowered his eyes and looked at the golden light, his eyes were broken, and he didn't know what he was remembering. After listening to my question, he didn't say anything else, only said: "In the cave of the main peak."
I put the Liuhe sword on my waist: "Is there a forbidden technique? Can you pass it in an instant?"
"Don't go in a flash."
I stood with him on the top of the bare mountain, the wind blew up, rolling up his hair and black robe, the Wanjun sword at his waist slightly exposed the hilt, he pulled the sword out of its sheath, and the mountain wind was blowing.
Wan Jun Jian's cold blade is condensed, but its shape and appearance are not similar to ordinary long swords, but it is held by Mo Qing, but it really has the elegance of the first sword, implying the power to shake the world.
Mo Qing's eyes condensed, the long sword turned, and the blade sank into the rock that had been hit by the wind and rain. I felt the silence between heaven and earth for a moment, like the silence before the storm, and then there was a slight gap on the rock, and I saw this gap meandering out from under my feet, and it became more and more urgent, traveling into the distance.
Splitting the mountain and cracking rocks is like a violent earthquake, tearing apart the vast mountain, lightning flashes in the sky, white lightning roars down, and the main peak of Lingting Mountain not far away seems to be split in half by this lightning bolt!
With the sound of "Boom", the mountains were torn apart, the rocks collapsed, the wind was furious, the rain was rushing, the thunder and lightning struck, and the world was in a panic.
I was stunned by this destructive power like Pangu's creation of the world, and also by Mo Qing's current strength.
I stared at him in a daze, and saw that his eyes were somber, as if he was a god of killing in the world above the nine heavens. I was completely unable to associate him with the clown and eight monsters with low self-esteem in my memory. Together.
I boasted that I was arrogant, and that I did things absurdly and boldly in this life. If I were to deal with this situation today, I would definitely catch the thieves and hack them collectively. But I didn't expect that this demon king's relic with Wan Jun sword in his hand... Acting really...
More arrogant than I was back then!
Cut down the mountain directly!
Young man, your behavior is very dangerous!
"Where's Sima Rong!" I asked him, "You split the mountain, what will he do! Are you really here to save him?"
Don't you really want to take the opportunity to get rid of him? And then throw the pot to someone else
Mo Qing calmly took the Wan Jun Sword: "Rescue." As soon as his voice fell, he saw a ball wrapped in a golden barrier in the distance, from far to near, catching Sima Rong through the wind and rain , floated over.
In such a powerful move, he even threw the barrier out, and threw it on the person he wanted to protect. You are really...
No wonder I was left in that yard, because I wasn't needed at all!
"What about those thieves who kidnapped people? Why don't you catch someone alive and go back and ask?"
"It's all buried." Mo Qing wrote lightly, "An Luowei is on the way, if there is a living hole, let them deal with it."
"Alright."
I took the first two steps and looked at the situation of Sima Rong in the barrier. I just stepped forward, behind the rain curtain, Mo Qing suppressed a cough.
I turned to look at him, and saw Mo Qing's right hand just dropped from the corner of his lips, clenched into a fist, and hid it in his sleeve.
There was no change in his face, but his face was faintly pale. His black robe was soaked a little by the rain before, and it was so dark that he couldn't see anything.
"Look at Sima Rong's injury," he said, forcing me to look away from him.
"Oh." I hugged Sima Rong from the golden light barrier. He fainted, but there was no trauma on his body, but his face was terribly white, just like Mo Qing.
"I have to take him back for Gu Hanguang to see."
"Well, let's go."
"Master." I stopped him, "I'll take you on a quick trip." I stretched out my hand to him.
Mo Qing looked at me quietly for a while, then stepped forward and put his left hand in my palm: "Okay." He held my hand, the temperature in his palm was slightly cold, but there was a bit of brilliance in his eyes. Rare warmth.
Perhaps it was the pouring rain and the broken mountains and rivers that were too desolate. Holding his hand, I felt a little pain in my heart from the coolness.