"Yes. Second Prince Longyan." Now he doesn't know Situ Wuyou's identity, so he can only say his current identity because he is not sure.
"Second Prince Longyan?" The Lord Chiyan thoughtfully lightened his beard and said, "I would like to remind you that your Mo family's protection for the past thousand years is about to become complete, so don't let it be with you. Except for the mess."
He looked at Mo Haotian, who was lying down, and continued: "The punishment for your mistakes back then was the lightest!"
"Yes. Everything is at the mercy of the gods."
"Well, it's time to bring her to see me when you get it back. She doesn't know about the past. It's better to let her follow me and accept her as my apprentice."
"Follow the arrangements of the gods."
The conversation between the two fell into the ears of Mo Lingyan outside the door, and the hand in the sleeve was tightly clenched into a fist.
Mo Lingxuan is also Mo Lingxuan, why all good things fall on her head, hum, he can't sit still, she must replace her!
It was said that Mo Lingxuan fell asleep after laying down. She saw a deep sleep. In her dream, she saw a white figure, a man who was exiled, appeared vaguely in front of her, and seemed to be calling her and talking to her. What to say, Mo Lingxuan wanted to see him clearly, but couldn't see clearly.
Then he left her and followed her, but he couldn't catch up, and in the end he disappeared into a puff of white smoke.
The scene changed again. In a huge square, there were all corpses, gold and iron chattering, horse leather wrapping corpses, it seemed that several worlds were fighting, and a woman appeared at random. She stretched out her hand and stopped everything. Mo Lingxuan saw clearly. That woman was herself, Luoyue Qingcheng to be precise, and she saw her slowly walking towards a person.
However, the man in white behind her stopped her, and walked towards the person opposite without caring. The two seemed to have said something, and in the end, she actually destroyed her spiritual consciousness and stabbed herself with a blood flute.
"Xuaner. Xuaner."
Mo Lingxuan slowly woke up after hearing a shout, and opened her eyes to see Situ Wuyou sitting in front of her.
"What's wrong?" he asked softly.
"It's okay." She wiped the sweat from her face.
A ray of light flashed in Situ Wuyou's eyes and then returned to normal.
"Sunset?" She seemed to say unintentionally.
Immediately after getting out of bed, Situ Wuyou nodded and led her out.
"I want to go back."
The two walked on the iron bridge, and Mo Lingxuan spoke quietly after a long time.
Situ Wuyou frowned slightly after hearing this, and thought for a while: "No way!"
Mo Lingxuan looked a little cold when she heard this: "I want to go back!"
This time her tone was tough, but Situ Wuyou ignored her and walked straight ahead.
She was a little annoyed when she saw his indifferent appearance. No one had restrained her yet. Why did he control himself? After he said that, he directly summoned the phoenix, and then heard a sharp cry in the sky, a fiery red light. The phoenix hovered in the air.
When Situ Wuyou saw his face was cold and stern, he raised his hand and waved in an instant, the sky was rolling. Soaring in the sea of clouds.
Although the fire phoenix is an ancient beast, the black dragon is even more powerful than it. It screamed loudly, and the black dragon roared directly, which was suddenly deafening, and wanted to resound through the nine heavens.