In Yulin City, Shen Qiancheng and Feng Feiwu stood opposite each other on the city wall, and the eyes of both of them were faint and alienated.

"I can take Yiluo back to Dinghan Palace, but you must also leave with us."

"I promised not to ask the sky, I will resurrect the Moon Worship Queen."

"Are you crazy?! With your current spiritual power, you may not be invincible to Mo Wentian, why should you be controlled by others? Feng Feiwu roared in a low voice, her chest rising and falling with anger.

Seeing this, Shen Qiancheng sighed slightly, then raised his head to look at Feng Feiwu, his amber eyes were full of determination.

"Mother, you know that, right? In my body, there is still the breath of the ancient wizard Yin Hua, this is the reason why you gave me life and death ten years ago, right? ”

"You got ???" Feng Feiwu stepped back unconsciously, a trace of panic crossed his eyes.

"That aura is getting stronger and stronger, I can't help but I don't know, so I must enter the Heavenly Tomb, I must suppress this breath." Otherwise....... All of her nightmares will become reality.

Thinking of this, Shen Qiancheng took a deep breath, then looked at Feng Feiwu again, and said softly, "So, mother, you guys go back." Now, the only one who can save me is myself. ”

"But...... Lone Smoke, you don't need to resurrect the Moon Worship Queen, you know? Once your spiritual power is depleted, then Mo Wentian will definitely not let you go. ”

"Don't worry, Mo Wentian has promised me that as long as I resurrect the Moon Worship Queen, his hatred with the Miao Xiwen clan will be written off." Only in this way can Shen Qiancheng let go and resist Yinhua, otherwise if she doesn't survive, then Dinghan Palace will be over.

At this time, Shen Qiancheng still chose to believe in Mo Wentian, she believed that Mo Wentian was not a treacherous person.

Feng Feiwu is such a smart person, how could she not understand Shen Qiancheng's deep meaning? Just to watch his daughter go to death, Feng Feiwu still felt that his heart was like a knife.

Why? Ten years have passed, why is her daughter still suffering from this?

Looking at Feng Feiwu's tearful eyes, Shen Qiancheng slowly closed his eyes and said in a deep voice: "You guys go quickly, if you don't leave, your father's injury will be useless." ”

Falling into the hands of Yu Yuanyue, Yiluo was naturally injured a lot, although Shen Qiancheng had already crossed the spiritual power for him when he rescued Yiluo, but it was only a symptom but not a cure, and Yiluo's injury still needed to recuperate.

"Lonely Smoke...... I'm sorry. A tear welled up in Feng Feiwu's eyes, and then she quickly walked down the city wall and got into the carriage that Shen Qiancheng had prepared for her in advance. And her last cry of sorry also dissipated in the air with the wind.

Standing on the city wall, Shen Qiancheng watched Feng Feiwu and Yiluo's carriage drift away, with a faint light shining in his eyes. After standing like this for a long time, Shen Qiancheng took a deep breath, and then slowly walked down the city wall.

Feng Feiwu is not sorry for her, if she really owes her, she should owe it to Yiluo, ten years of infatuated waiting, ten years of hard pursuit, Yiluo finally waited for Feng Feiwu to appear, how could she let the two of them get into danger again?

Walking down the city wall, Shen Qiancheng saw that Mo Wentian and Gongsun Yuexuan were already waiting for him at the city gate.

Approaching Mo Wentian, Shen Qiancheng glanced at the carriage behind him without being salty, and the one lying in it was the Queen of the Moon......

"Let's go, time is limited, we have to rush to the Heavenly Tomb as soon as possible." Coldly throwing down such a sentence, Mo Wentian immediately turned over and got on the horse.

Seeing this, Gongsun Yuexuan answered yes in a deep voice, and then quickly got into the carriage and drove the horse to follow Mo Wentian.

Looking at the backs of the two of them drifting apart, Shen Qiancheng didn't stay any longer, and hurriedly got on the horse and chased after them. No matter what the road ahead, just go and see.

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On the other side, Mo Qingjue and Hua Rongying were also hurrying, and within a day, the two of them had already entered the territory of the Northern Desert.

Standing on top of the ravine, Mo Qingjue's gaze crossed the endless grasslands and stared into the distance, as if he wanted to see a certain shadow thousands of miles away.

"Twilight, you must wait for me." Sighing softly, Mo Qingjue turned over and got on the horse again, and a strand of white hair on his forehead was blown up by the breeze, making his peerless face even more dusty.

"Let's go, in two days we'll be at Manchester City." Pulling the reins of the horse, Mo Qingju glanced back at Hua Langying, who was still sitting on the ground.

Hearing this, Hua Rongying's eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and then stroked Lan Lingruo's side face in his arms, and said lightly: "Take the waterway, and you will arrive in one day." ”

"Waterway?!" Mo Qingjue's voice was slightly deep, the waterway can indeed reduce the distance, but at this time, where can they find the boat?

Just when Mo Qingjue frowned, a small boat suddenly appeared on the mountain lake not far away, and a woman in white stood at the bow of the boat, with a cold temperament and déjà vu.

When the ship approached, Mo Qingjue's dark eyes tightened slightly: "Wen Xi ......" Isn't this the holy envoy of Dinghan Palace?

Hearing Mo Qingjue's low words, Hua Rongying smiled lightly: "How can I say that I am also the deputy palace master of Dinghan Palace, Wen Xi obeys me, nothing strange, right?" ”

Hearing this, Mo Qing frowned noncommittally, but he remembered that Hua Rongying was expelled from the palace by Shen Qiancheng.

Looking at Mo Qingjue's obviously unbelieving eyes, Hua Langying stopped talking, just hugged Lan Lingruo in his arms, and landed on the boat lightly on his tiptoes.

Seeing this, Mo Qingjue no longer hesitated, and at present, it seems that it is naturally better to save time.

Seeing Mo Qingjue's immortal-like figure fall in front of him, Wen Xi's eyes tightened slightly, but in the end, he didn't say anything, just stood aside by himself.

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After stopping on the road for two days, Shen Qiancheng and Mo Wentian finally entered Manchester City in the evening.

Looking at the people coming and going on the streets of Manchester City, the prosperous appearance was not the same as when Shen Qiancheng first entered Manchester City.

"Let's find a place to live first, and then go up the snowy mountain tomorrow." Just when Shen Qiancheng's thoughts were a little flustered, Mo Wentian's cold and thin voice came slowly.

Hearing this, Gongsun Yuexuan hurriedly dismounted and took over the horse in Mo Wentian's hand, and just wanted to leave, but at the moment of raising his feet, he was stopped by a snow-white figure not far away.

At the moment when Gongsun Yuexuan stiffened, Mo Wentian and Shen Qiancheng's eyes had already fallen on Mo Qingjue who was not far away, and behind Mo Qingjue, there was still a red dress with a hint of evil smile on his face.

Looking at Mo Qingjue and Hua Langying not far away, Shen Qiancheng's eyes crossed with doubts.

"Mo Qingjue?!" Mo Wentian's voice was full of gloom, and the hands hanging by his side tightened, and he was about to make a move on Mo Qingjue.

"Emperor Mo Xian, I think about it, the prince of Qingjie should be here to find him, and I hope that Emperor Mo Xianhuang will show mercy to his subordinates." Shen Qiancheng's voice was mixed with a hint of threat, if Mo Wentian still couldn't understand it, then he would have lived in vain for so many years.