It turned out that Mo Youran used the dark incense glimpse to quickly dodge when the whip was about to touch him, and what was pierced by the whip in everyone's eyes just now was actually just Mo Youran's afterimage!

Her movements were too fast, and the scene on the stage was relatively chaotic, so no one noticed that what was standing there was actually an afterimage left by Mo Youran;

The three people who rushed up couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when they saw Mo Youran holding a sword on the neck of Hongyan, but the three of them were still a little afraid in their hearts;

At this time, Mo Youran's eyes were cold, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and there was a thick coldness in his words:

"Will you throw in the towel?"

This is the first time that Hong Aya has been held against her neck like this, she is the most favored granddaughter of the demon veteran, who dares to move her like this since she was a child;

The spoiled Red Aya raised her neck proudly and smiled contemptuously:

"What if I don't admit defeat? What can you do with me? Do you know who I am....."

"Hiss ....."

Before Hong Aya finished speaking, she felt a pain in her neck, and then Mo Youran's cold voice came from her ears:

"Who do I care you are? Don't think I dare not touch you, if you don't believe it, you can try....."

Hong Aya was indeed shocked by Mo Youran's coldness, but it was even more impossible for her to admit defeat like this; Seeing Leng Mohan, who was not far away, looking at this side, he couldn't help shouting in an aggrieved voice:

"Lord Evil Lord, help me kill this slut, ah...."

Hong Aya could feel the warm blood flowing in her neck, and at this time, her neck had been cut open by Mo Youran, although it was not fatal, but Mo Youran used a little fire spiritual power very inauthentically, so that the wound would heal more slowly, and it would leave some scars a little!

Leng Mohan could save Hong Aya when Mo Youran pressed his sword against Hong Aya's neck, but he didn't want to do this, he knew that Mo Youran was a person who had revenge and would definitely make Hong Aya suffer a little; In fact, if Hongya is not the granddaughter of the old general of the demon clan, she is already a corpse at this time;

Although he was annoyed and refused leisurely, he never forgot the time he had been away from her; originally thought that he could ignore Mo Youran, and even when he saw Ye Xiuchen holding her hand, he suppressed the jealousy in his heart and pretended not to care, but when he was pierced just now, his heart was like being pierced together, and she couldn't bear the pain of losing her;

suppressed the urge to slash Hong Aya to death with one palm, and watched coldly as Mo Youran cut her neck with a sword; At this time, he was stopped by Hong Aya and it was not good not to make a move, so he waved his sleeves and knocked out Mo Youran's sword; Stretched out his hand and dragged the red silk to his side, but the red silk was swung out easily, and a sharp blade hit Mo Youran hard; was blocked by Ye Xiuchen, who felt it in time;

Mo Youran, whose eyes could already breathe fire, was supported by Xi Yuanzhen, who rushed over, and looked coldly at Leng Mohan, who was looking at him with some guilt;

"Ran ran ....."

At this time, Leng Mohan wanted to speak, but he didn't know what to say, could he say that he was forced to do so? Can it be said that Red Aya's grandfather has the grace of reinvention for him, so he can't hurt her? Can you say that you miss her?

Ye Xiuchen was also furious at this time, and when he heard Leng Mohan shouting 'Ran Ran', he was even more annoyed, his eyes could not hide the killing intent, and he looked at Leng Mohan and the two coldly;

"What does this mean? It's a competition, and the loser doesn't admit defeat, but the evil king actually intervenes? Isn't it excessive; ”

The words were already a little angry, and at this time, Ye Xiuchen didn't pay attention to the disparity in cultivation between them;

Leng Mohan saw that Ye Xiuchen was so angry, and he was also angry in his heart; I saw him holding Mo Youran's hand before, and at this time, he came out for Mo Youran like this, could it be that they are already together?

This thought made Leng Mohan, who was originally guilty and distressed, lose his mind in an instant, and the hands they were holding kept coming to mind;

"What are you? How dare you speak to Benjun like this? What's more, of course Benjun's people will protect him, not to mention this little thing, even if the sky falls, Benjun will protect Benjun's people; But if it is a person who has rejected Benjun, even if he comes back to ask Benjun, Benjun will not look at her more; ”

It is estimated that only the three of them can understand this sentence at this time, and the rescued Hong Aya is dyed red, lying in Leng Mohan's arms shyly, and spitting out words like Lan Jiao's voice:

"Lord Evil Lord. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Mo Youran raised his eyelashes lightly and looked at the scene in front of him, for some reason he felt an inexplicable pain in his heart, snuggled weakly in the master's arms, and whispered:

"Master, it hurts!"

Seeing Mo Youran snuggling weakly in Xi Yuanzhenren's arms at this time, saying that he was in so much pain, Leng Mohan also felt a pain in his heart, and he had some impulses to slap himself in the mouth, why did he say these words, he obviously didn't think so!

Ye Xiuchen didn't know where she was hurting, and he didn't pay attention to Leng Mohan at all, turned around and walked anxiously to Mo Youran's side, looked at Mo Youran who was slightly drooping his eyes, and asked anxiously:

"Leisurely, how are you?"

She shook her head slightly, and only one word came out of her mouth:

"It hurts!"

In fact, everyone sitting here didn't know what the pain was that Mo Youran was talking about, but the strange thing was that Xi Yuan Zhenren could clearly feel it, and he knew where his apprentice was in pain;

The heartache is just like when Liu Er lay in her arms and said, 'Master, I hurt so much!' ’

At that time, I didn't understand what it was, but at this time, I could feel that it was heartache, unknown heartache;

Ye Xiuchen wanted to step forward and pick up Mo Youran, but was stopped by Xi Yuanzhen, and there was a hint of sadness in his still soft words;

"No, leisurely is my apprentice;"

After speaking, he leaned over and picked up Mo Youran horizontally, and asked Dao Shen Zhenjun on the side:

"Trouble Zhenjun to help us find a room, leisurely need to heal;"

"Okay, please come here!"

Dao Shen Zhenjun knew that Mo Youran was injured this because of their Qingxia Sect, not to mention that she was also the precious apprentice of Xi Yuan Zhenren, seeing this, he hurriedly led the way to the nearest guest room to heal;

Ye Xiuchen didn't think much about it when he was rejected, now he was just worried about Mo Youran's injury, being bitten by a powerful ghost was more than just flesh and skin, and he followed closely behind Xi Yuanzhen;

Leng Mohan also wanted to go over and take a look, but was pulled by the red silk beside her, who deliberately rubbed Leng Mohan with her soft breasts, and said softly and coquettishly:

"Lord Evil Monarch, people are in so much pain! Hurry up and help people take a look; ”

Originally, Leng Mohan just wanted to ensure that Hong Aya was not injured in any way, and there was no need to pretend to be anything for her, just now it was just jealousy that she would be allowed to lean on herself, at this time, Leng Mohan, who had calmed down, pushed away the red Aya who was clinging to her with disgust, and couldn't help but ask with a little more chill in her words:

"Who gave you the guts to hurt her?"

The coercion of the Yuanying Monk made the already injured Hong Aya spit out a mouthful of blood violently, and looked at the man who was as cold as frost and couldn't help but tremble and collapse to the ground;

"Benjun warned you not to go to her, and you dare to want to kill her again and again;"

Leng Mohan's eyes were sharp, and he could see that he had moved the killing intent, he slowly squatted down on his body, stretched out his slender hand and slowly pinched Hong Aya's neck, ignoring the deep wound on her neck, and slowly said with a slight force:

"Don't think that Benjun won't dare to kill you if you have an old general to support you, if you dare to touch her again, Benjun will make you regret it;"