Black-gold soul power poured out from the palm of her hand, turning into flies and insect spots scattered all over Mana's body.

'Soaring' to the ground, and suddenly it burst into flames.

Manna becomes a Burning Man.

But she still bit Mu Yi tightly.

Mu Yi's face was slightly cold, and the natal soul power protector in his hand flew high into the distance with a fireball-shaped Mana.

Luo Jia was short of breath and in a sluggish state, watching the two black dots in the sky turn into two fireballs, flying farther and farther until she couldn't see it.

Mu Yi was bitten out of several bloody wounds on his arm, and bright red blood rushed out of the bloody mouths.

Mu Yi slashed at Mana's neck with a palm.

Who knew that Mana's neck seemed to have been trained, like steel and iron, and it was extremely hard, and there was nothing she could do for a while!

Mu Yi grimaced and unloaded one of Mana's arms.

Manna didn't even snort, still biting Mu Yi tightly, as if she wouldn't stop biting her to death.

The two of them reached the top of the mountain in the middle of nowhere.

The land is barren and barren, and Mu Yi is searching in her mind for a way to deal with Mana.

Emperor Xuanyuan appeared.

As soon as he appeared, Mana's body stiffened for a moment, and it was this moment of kung fu that Mu Yi took the opportunity to remove her chin.

A clear phoenix chirped.

The Dihong sword slashed at Mana.

Manna had a foreshadowing and dodged first, but still had an arm cut off by the blade of the Dihong Sword, Manna screamed, lowered her head and hugged the broken arm and fled quickly.

Emperor Xuanyuan put away his sword with a calm face, turned to look at the wound on Mu Yi's arm, and his dark eyes were floating and heavy.

"Purple clothes," Xuanyuan Emperor Hong knelt on one knee, helped Mu Yi, saw that black blood was constantly gushing out of her hands, snorted coldly, and opened his mouth to cover it.

Mu Yi was injured by Mana's mouth poison, her consciousness was blurred, half of her body stiffened, and she opened her eyes in a daze.

"Xuanyuan Emperor Hong-" Mu Yi was surprised, her face was covered with sweat, and she pushed Xuanyuan Emperor Hong hard, and said weakly, "Poisonous." ”

Xuanyuan Emperor Hong sucked out a mouthful of poisonous blood, spit on the ground with a 'poof', and slowly raised his eyes and glanced at Mu Yi, "It's okay." ”

He is a 10,000-year-old drought, an indestructible body.

If you want him to die, you can only wipe out his thoughts about this world, but if you want to erase his thoughts......

Xuanyuan Dihong bowed his head, carried Mu Yi back to his residence, and personally forced her to poison.

Emperor Xuanyuan's method of forcing poison was simple and rude - under the urging of his strong and domineering skills, the diffused toxin re-condensed and slowly flowed out of the bloody mouth.

The body was cold for a while and hot for a while, Mu Yi was a little uncomfortable, squinting and opening her eyes, looking at the iron-blooded young man with hot air on the opposite side, Mu Yi remembered the scene when she forced Liao Yi to poison.

She saved Leek Yi, which is a system requirement.

What did Emperor Xuanyuan save her for?

When he killed her, he must have hated her very much, and since he hated her so much, why did he want to save her now?

The blood from the wound gradually became lighter.

Although Mu Yi was puzzled, she knew that no matter what, she had accepted the favor of Xuanyuan Dihong today.

Mu Yi looked at Xuanyuan Dihong's gaze softened a lot.

The process of persecuting the poison continued until midnight, Xuanyuan Emperor Hong exhaled cold air, opened his eyes, and looked at Shang Muyi's concerned gaze for a long time.

The atmosphere between the two is delicate.

Mu Yi settled down, got up softly, and leaned crookedly on the Duobao Pavilion to rest.

Xuanyuan Dihong followed closely, walked to the door, and called someone to find clothes for Mu Yi to change, and then went out to change clothes.

Mu Yi listened to Emperor Xuanyuan's steady footsteps and walked away, raising his eyes to look at the heavy black walls around him.

Dull, smooth walls with faint waves gliding.

Mu Yi glanced at it a few times and hung her head to think about things.

Xuanyuan Dihong changed his clothes and sat in the living room waiting for Mu Yi, there were teacups and tea sets on the table in the living room, his fingers touched the white enamel patterns of some cheese hands on the teapot, and the corners of Xuanyuan Dihong's flat lips were slightly hooked.

He remembered the gentle and tolerant eyes that Mu Yi had when he looked at him before.

When he was in the Great Ding Dynasty, he tried to keep Mu Yi by his side, and his means were strong, but what did he get in the end?

It's just the panic of worrying that Mu Yi might escape at any time, losing both, and then there are tens of thousands of years of loneliness.

The teacup clicked and was placed on the tea table, and Emperor Xuanyuan lowered the corners of his eyes.

He will not let history repeat itself again.

William Guce, the butler, an Englishman, personally watched the cook prepare the dinner, and with a gentle smile on his face, he brought it out.

Mu Yi changed her clothes and walked out of the room.

Xuanyuan Dihong, whose hair was shaggy but unmessed at the long table, heard the sound and raised his head, at this time he was no longer the Xuanyuan Dihong who was extremely gentle and considerate when he healed her before.

His eyebrows are like swords, his eyes are deep, and his heroic spirit is compelling.

Mu Yi pursed her lips, lowered her head quietly, and walked over with light steps.

Xuanyuan Dihong stood up very gentlemanly and pulled out the chair next to Mu Yi.

Mu Yi sat down.

Emperor Xuanyuan glanced at William Guth, and the butler bowed to him and retreated with the people.

Xuanyuan Dihong: "How do you feel?"

Mu Yi: "Much better. ”

Neither of them is good at talking, but they are both extremely smart people, they both guess each other's thoughts, but they have scruples and are reluctant to speak easily.

Heaven and earth are the biggest, and the food is the greatest.

The two had dinner very tacitly, and Xuanyuan Dihong took Mu Yi to the back garden, where the back garden of the villa was full of black thorn flowers.

After walking for a while, the two remained silent, but they didn't feel embarrassed.

Mu Yi secretly looked at Xuanyuan Dihong, and after dinner, she let out the heat, at this time, her peach cheeks were pink, and her black eyes reflected the murmuring of the lake, and she was indescribably squeamish and cute.

Emperor Xuanyuan pursed the corners of his mouth, and two smiles appeared in his eyes.

Mu Yi accurately captured it, and also smiled.

The atmosphere has become more cozy again.

"Don't move. Xuanyuan Dihong suddenly reached out and pressed Mu Yi's shoulder, his big hand was hot, strong and powerful, making her unable to move.

Mu Yi paused slightly, looked at the vigorous creeper hanging down from the wall, and hung vigilantly on the side of the wall.

Emperor Xuanyuan frowned, his face was serious, staring at the light purple butterfly on Mu Yi's shoulder, breathing lightly, his two fingers were combined into a sword, and he easily cut the butterfly in half.

Mu Yi looked at Emperor Xuanyuan suspiciously.

"Puppet butterfly," Emperor Xuanyuan Hong's cold, ice-like face had a trace of cracking, Mu Yi blinked, his expression was normal, as if the slightest strangeness just now was just her illusion.

Mu Yixing's eyes sank slightly, looked up at Xuanyuan Dihong, and said solemnly, "Thank you so much today." ”

He needs a thank you from the purple clothes?

Xuanyuan Emperor Hong glanced at Mu Yi indifferently, "When did you become so polite?"

A smile froze on Mu Yi's face.

"If you need my help," Xuanyuan Dihong's eyes carried a meaning that Mu Yi couldn't understand, helpless and conniving, "just speak...... I'll help you. ”

Mu Yi's hand trembled, and he suddenly felt that the wound was a little painful, and he couldn't help frowning.

She wasn't such a tangled person, but she couldn't open her mouth because she had some unspeakable thoughts in her heart.

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