Murong Yixuan smiled and said, "Yes, I have. I learned about your story from them." He paused, looked at Hao'er and the others, and asked, "Do you know him?" His eyes fell on the masked man.
"I don't know him, but he saved us." Yue'er said.
Hearing this, Murong Yixuan bowed to the masked man and said, "My name is Murong Yixuan. Thank you for saving my old friend's son. What is your name?"
"Saving them is my business. What does it have to do with you?" said the masked man, his voice cold and somewhat inhuman.
Seeing this, Murong Yixuan said, "I want to send them back to their parents. Please put the child down."
"This little girl is my chosen disciple."
The masked man said coldly, holding Yue'er in one hand, and had no intention of handing her over to others. Moreover, in his opinion, from the moment he rescued the little girl, the little girl's life was his. Why would he hand over his favorite apprentice to others
Hearing this, Murong Yixuan's eyes flickered slightly, but he didn't get angry. He just showed an elegant smile and said, "It's a good thing that you have chosen her as your disciple. However, they have been wandering outside for a long time, and their parents are very worried. If you are worried about me, why don't you send them back to their parents with me? After they are reunited with their parents, you can tell Fengjiu about your intention to accept her as your disciple, and it won't be too late to take the child away."
"Heh! Do I need you to teach me how to do things?" The masked man sneered, seeming a little displeased.
"I want to go back to see my father and mother. I don't want to be your apprentice." Yue'er said, struggling to get down: "Put me down, put me down, I don't want to be your apprentice."
"Sister!" Mu Chen held her hand and glared at the masked man: "My sister will not leave us! You are not allowed to take her away!"
The masked man saw that she was still struggling, and her delicate face was full of panic, as if she was afraid of being taken away by him. He then said, "Don't worry, I will take you back to see your parents."
Hearing this, Murong Yixuan glanced at him and changed the subject, saying: "Let's go to another place first! It's too messy here, and you are injured and you need to treat your wound." He lowered his head and looked at Mu Chen.
"Silver Wolf!"
Hao'er called out, and saw the Silver Wolf who was teaching the sect's elders a lesson turned around, leaped to his side, and also looked at Murong Yixuan who appeared.
"How about those people?" Hao'er asked, the people he was referring to were the elders and the sect master.
"The sect leader pretended to be unconscious and watched from behind. He escaped the fastest once the barrier was broken. As for the elders, I taught them a lesson. Each of them was seriously injured, but not fatally." Silver Wolf said, and then asked, "Should we kill the sect leader?"
Hao'er glanced around. No one and no wolves were approaching them. But a few meters away from them, corpses and body parts were scattered on the ground, and the blood was shocking.
The corpses on the ground included not only those from the Black Mountain Sect, but also those from the sect. Looking at the tragic scene, Haoer pursed his lips, was silent for a while, and said, "Forget it, let it be!"