Perhaps because she was worried about Yan Xiaoyi, she was in the carriage and nestled in Emperor Moxuan's arms until Yinshi, but she still didn't feel sleepy at all.
She got up quietly and got out of the carriage.
Mu Zifan's vigil was replaced.
After evading for a while, seeing Ye Qingluo's insistence, he said that he would wake up in an hour and continue his vigil.
Ye Qingluo waved his hands, turned over and jumped onto a thick tree.
Sitting facing the wind, looking at the bright moon in the sky.
In my mind, I reorganized the things that happened in the recent period from beginning to end.
It is also sorting out the dark forces, the purpose of the king of darkness.
I am also wondering how many people around me have been controlled by the dark forces.
After thinking about it, there is no clue.
Suddenly, Ye Qingluo's expression froze, and his ears moved, as if he heard something.
Staring at the charming eyes of the bright moon, a chill suddenly flashed.
With a movement of her fingers, the Flame Devouring Fan slipped into her palm.
The figure was also at this moment, as light as a feather, leaping down from the big tree.
She glanced at the two people who were resting, in order not to disturb them, she had to make a quick decision.
With a movement of Ye Qingluo's five fingers, the Flame Devouring Fan unfolded, and a stream of profound energy burst out from the Flame Devouring Fan, condensing on the Flame Devouring Fan, directly facing the wind, and chopping countless sharp blades.
The trees in front suddenly fell down a large piece.
Ye Qingluo's figure flickered, and he flew to the end of the fallen tree.
Dressed in a flirtatious red dress, under the moonlight, it looks like a flaming rose blooming in the dark night.
Exuding a suffocating, fatal charm.
Just stood still.
In all directions, a bunch of killers dressed in black and covered with black cloth poured out.
Thirty or so people, the weapons in their hands gleamed in the moonlight.
Ye Qingluo was directly surrounded by it.
Ye Qingluo raised his eyebrows, with no trace of panic on his face: "Hey, are you still playing siege?"
Ye Qingluo sneered, and with a sweep of the Flame Devouring Fan, the coquettish red glow shot out a wind blade as fast as lightning.
Immediately, countless silver threads shot out from the Flame Devouring Fan, and directly wrapped around the thirty or so killers.
The speed was so fast that the killers had no time to react, and their necks were directly cut off by a cold and slender thing.
Wherever Ye Qingluo went, the killer didn't even have time to scream, and countless people were killed or injured.
Blood splashes.
Ye Qingluo, however, seemed to be an elf dancing under the moonlight, flirtatious and charming.
It doesn't take much time to solve these killers.
After a while, he quietly and silently eliminated all the thirty or so killers.
Just as he was about to turn around, a killer suddenly sprang out from the bushes beside him, and the scimitar in his hand slashed straight at Ye Qingluo's neck.
Ye Qingluo reacted quickly by leaning back and rolling over, trying to avoid the killer and then finish him off.
Unexpectedly.
Seeing her lowering her waist to avoid it, the killer suddenly turned back and cut his own neck.
Ye Qingluo was astonished by this move.
The killer's hot blood spilled down the pavement.
Even if Ye Qingluo reacted quickly and dodged quickly, he was still splashed with blood.
The smell of blood that repels the nose is extremely strong.
Ye Qingluo quickly took a few steps back, avoiding the killer's body and falling down.
He raised his hand and wiped his blood-spattered face.
Hitomi shrank suddenly.
The strong smell of blood seemed to carry a manic feeling.
Bright red blood stained her eyes.
It seemed that something was spreading in her heart.
Ye Qingluo didn't capture the subtle feeling.
I just felt that my heart was beating extremely fast suddenly, and I almost couldn't hold the hand that was clinging to the Flame Devouring Fan.