Ning Mengyao looked at Bai Mo: "My mother is also in your hands, right?" Ignoring Bai Mo's words, Ning Mengyao looked directly into Bai Mo's eyes.
Bai Mo's lips curled up slightly: "I have to say you are really smart."
Although he did not admit it directly, these words were also a disguised admission that Xiao Chengya was indeed in his hands.
"Why?"
"Why? Because I'm not willing to accept it. I met Ya'er before Nangong Yan, but Ya'er fell in love with Nangong Yan and even gave birth to your child." Bai Mo's indifferent and elegant expression completely changed at this moment. of rupture.
There was no elegance on that face, but only hatred, a hatred that wanted to crush Nangong Yan to ashes.
"Emotions are not prioritized. So what if you take my mother with you? She's not awake at all." Ning Mengyao subconsciously thought of the woman in the secret room. Is that her mother
What Bai Mo hated the most was someone saying such things to him. He looked at Ning Mengyao with his eyes red: "What do you know? You know nothing."
Bai Mo curled his fingers into claws and galloped towards Ning Mengyao. His movements indicated that he wanted to kill her.
Ning Mengyao was not really just a vase, so she quickly dodged and waved to the three others who wanted to help to retreat.
Looking at Bai Mo's ferocious look, Ning Mengyao suddenly felt that her mother's charm was not small.
"I really don't know, I only know that it's because of you that I lost my mother." Ning Mengyao dodged Bai Mo's fatal attack, then ducked behind him and slapped Bai Mo on the back.
Bai Mo didn't notice it for a moment, and it was already too late when he tried to avoid it. Although he tried his best to avoid it, he was still injured by Ning Mengyao.
"Master..."
When Bai Mo's subordinates saw that he was injured, their expressions changed drastically. They were stopped just as they were about to take action: "Your opponent is us."
Looking at the people standing in front of them, the other people felt extremely angry: "You are looking for death."
The two sides started fighting as soon as they disagreed, and Ning Mengyao and the others entered a fierce stage.
Bai Mo's skills are much more powerful than Ning Mengyao's. If this continues, she will only be injured in the end.
The reason why she can reach a tie with Bai Mo now is because he was blinded by anger. When he calmed down, she lost.
At this time, Ning Mengyao could no longer care about the morality of the world. With a little trick, the Xueluo Sword appeared in her hand.
With the help of Xueluo Jian, Ning Mengyao gradually gained the upper hand, and the Imperial Master gradually calmed down, but at the same time, a flaw was revealed.
Ning Mengyao, who caught the flaw, picked up a sword flower and stabbed it. At the same time, she hit Bai Mo's chest with her other hand.
With one palm and one sword, Bai Mo spurted out a mouthful of blood.
He stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at Ning Mengyao who was standing not far from him: "I underestimated you."
Ning Mengyao didn't speak. Although there was no unnecessary expression on her face, her body was always tense, ready to take action at any time.
Bai Mo laughed loudly: "You really deserve to be Nangong Yan's daughter. Okay, very good. I'll wait for you to come to the palace."
After saying that, he jumped up and left with wounds all over his body, leaving only a faint smell of blood in the air.
After Bai Mo left, his subordinates also left the circle and chased after him.
After returning to his residence, Bai Mo spurted out another mouthful of blood, and his face was much whiter than before.
He stretched out his hand and touched several of his large acupoints. Looking at the bleeding wounds on his shoulders, Bai Mo laughed to himself. After so many years, he had been injured like this.
"Master, are you okay? Master, please punish me." The person who caught up behind him knelt on the ground on one knee.
Bai Mo waved his hand: "Just take care of yourself."
"Master, please bandage your wounds first."
"Um."
Bai Mo closed his eyes and leaned on the recliner, letting his subordinates help him treat his wounds.
The sword wound has been treated, but the internal injury will not heal for a while.
He reached out and rubbed his chest. The dull pain still felt like cleansing.
"Master's subordinates go and kill her."