Mu Qingfeng frowned, but his hand didn't move, he didn't want to, he really didn't want her to do that.

He couldn't imagine what would become of Los Angeles after she synthesized the Black Bee.

Maybe it's the bloody storm and the people's misery, or perhaps, the whole dynasty is reshuffled.

The Xia family of Junlan City will regain control of that land, and Ye Zhimad will become the new generation of empresses in Junlan City.

Either that, or Ye Zhimad dies......

She's dead!

She's dead!

Mu Qingfeng has been struggling in his heart, whether the countrymen can continue to maintain such a stable life is actually in his hands.

As long as he went down with a needle, Ye Zhimad could immediately close his eyes.

Can it be ...... like that Isn't it too cruel again?

Ye Zhimad's eyes flashed with a cold light, and his hand pulled back violently, glaring at the handsome man in front of him, a trace of murderous aura crossed his eyes just now.

"You want to kill me." Her voice was as cold as three feet of ice, her eyes were bottomless and deep, and the breeze blew her fine hair behind her ears, and the filaments hanging from the hem of her clothes also fluttered.

Mu Qingfeng's heart jumped, he lowered his head, raised his hand, re-grasped Ye Zhimad's wrist, picked up a needle, first stopped the bleeding and then calmed down, his face was no longer as weird as just now, and his eyes had returned to their former brilliance, but he avoided answering Ye Zhimad's words.

Ye Zhifang's eyes stared at the silver needle he was holding in his hand, his gaze slowly raised, and his voice was extremely cold: "If you could be a little more ruthless, or kill me fifteen years ago, you might not be as entangled as you are now." ”

"Nope." Mu Qingfeng raised his head violently, met Ye Zhifang's bright eyes, and there was a surging horror in his eyes, he couldn't analyze his pain at this moment, but he was full of dissatisfaction with Ye Zhifang's words: "Even at that time, I was also entangled, but, in the future, I had already thought that it would be this situation, but I thought about trying to reverse it, but I didn't expect ......"

"Did you abolish my martial soul?" Ye Zhifang said softly and lightly, his voice was like a grain of ice, falling on the sand table, crisp and pleasant, but full of cold shouts.

Mu Qingfeng was stunned again, but did not deny it: "If you don't do that, how can you control the evil qi in your body." ”

"Huh." Ye Zhiyan sneered: "What a benevolent and healer-minded miracle doctor." ”

She smiled contemptuously, paused, and said: "When my mother was killed, why didn't you try to save it, when those people entered the county city to slaughter the city, why did you never think to stop it, is it only you who can do it, and we are the great evildoers who were set by you from the beginning as unforgivable." ”

Yes, she was right, when Junlan City was slaughtered, he didn't stop it?

No, he stopped it, but at that time, he was a disciple of Lingshan, and behind him, no one supported him to come forward.

With only his meager strength, he can't confront the powerhouses of all walks of life.

Even if he really went, he almost wasted half of his life's cultivation.

Ye Zhimad, she didn't understand his hard work at all.

Mu Qingfeng shook his head and smiled bitterly, but did not refute Ye Zhifang's words, carefully healed her, and said in a light tone: "I will help you sew up your wounds, you can't use martial spirits within three months, your essence and blood can basically recover within a month, but you need food and some supplements to assist your essence and blood to fill your body, it is best not to be too tired, it is better to recuperate, and it will be very good for your future cultivation." ”

He was very attentive to every stitch, and when he spoke, there was still the anger just now, and he was gentle like a husband whispering to his wife, telling him his love for her.

But often the artistic conception is beautiful, but the meaning is sad.

The bloody clothes on her body are the best proof of this.

In the dead of night, there were few people in the streets and alleys, and Mu Qingfeng walked slowly behind her.

Occasionally, there were patrols, but Ye Zhimad had already changed into another face, and Murong Fu couldn't swagger on the street with his original honor.

Qibao jumped out of the alley in another place: "Little master, don't go back, Murong Old Taijun's people have already arrived at the Bai family, and she has obtained the emperor's pursuit warrant, and she wants to arrest you immediately and return you to the prison." ”

"Humph!" Ye Zhimad put his hands behind his back, turned around, and walked towards Anyi Palace: "Then go back to the house, let her play slowly by herself tonight, and my sister will go back to have a beauty sleep." ”

Beauty sleep??

Are you sure you sleep on the fifth watch?

The corners of Qibao's mouth twitched fiercely for a long time, and then he came back to his senses and followed behind Ye Zhimad.

Mu Qingfeng stopped and looked at the direction in which Ye Zhifang left.

Her white clothes were washed clean by his spiritual skills, and she was also fluttering like a fairy at the moment, wearing that simple hair bundle, her back was desolate but beautiful.

His heart twitched suddenly, and he lowered his head, contemplating another woman.

He sighed and walked slowly at the end of the road.

Ten meters away, the space suddenly appeared, he just walked into the space, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

After Murong Fu saw Mu Qingfeng leaving, he also turned around and quickly caught up with Ye Zhimad.

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"Wait a minute." When she arrived at the courtyard of the palace, Murong Fu saw that she had no intention of stopping, walked forward quickly, reached out and grabbed Ye Zhimad's arm, and pulled it hard, turning Ye Zhimad around.

The two faced each other.

Her faint breath lingered between his snorts.

"What do you want to say?" Ye Zhi asked indifferently in his crazy voice, now in her eyes, only the synthesis of the black bee cub and the safe return of Mo Junxie are the things on her heart.

Including Murong Fu, although he saved her just now, she also used her blood to pay off the entanglement between the two people.

"We ......"

"You, me!" Ye Zhimad made it clear that she and Mo Junxie had "we", but otherwise, there was no more.

"You're mistaken." Murong Fu's heart twitched, and his face turned pale, but in the blink of an eye, he changed his words.

"I hope so." Ye Zhifang gently broke away from his hand.

He let go of her too.

The two men stood facing each other for a long time.

Qibao looked up, looked left and right, and asked puzzledly, "Does she have eye droppings in her eyes?" ”

Two cold lights shot fiercely, Qibao's frightened teeth trembled, his legs stepped back, raised his other hand to block his chest and said, "Okay, you two continue to play, I'll go to sleep first." ”

Shippo turned away resentfully, running faster than a rabbit.

This chattering little thing ran away, and the yard seemed more peaceful.

Murong Fu's eyes rolled left and right, listening to Mu Qingfeng's tone, she seemed to want to do something.

"Do you need me to help me?"

"No, I don't." As a clear word fell, the white Shadow turned around and walked to the courtyard where she lived.

The wind is very strong tonight, and it makes people's hearts even colder.

Murong Fu was not reconciled, he followed quickly until he arrived at Ye Zhifang's bedroom.

He stopped.

She stood in front of the room, gently pushed it open, stepped in, entered, turned around, and was about to close the door......

Murong Fu's hand blocked her door heavily, preventing her from closing!

"Crazy, give me a chance, I can help you transfer troops, as many as you want."

"Is it okay to take Ye Yunzong's disciples to fight with the emperor?" Ye Zhimad asked rhetorically.

"What's wrong, he was able to use your mother back then to slaughter the people of Junlan City." Murong Fu said.

Ye Zhimad lowered his eyes, thinking left and right, if there were more troops at this time.

Murong Fu saw that she seemed to be hesitating, so he said again: "Those are damned people, aren't they, they can't afford your mercy at all." ”

"Okay." Ye Zhimad took a step back, and regardless of whether Murong Fu still had one foot in the room, he slammed the door shut.

As soon as the door was closed, she leaned against the door weakly, and Murong Tiantian's words just now tossed and turned in her heart thousands of times.

Tiantian, she still hates me after all.

I hate it......

She didn't want to let herself think too much, but her words couldn't be dispersed and lingered!

Thinking of the sweet and simple smile, naïve temperament, how could Ye Zhimad let himself hurt her like this.

Her chest was very panicked, and she reached out and stroked her head, only then did she think that the fairy hairpin had fallen!

She opened the door again.

Murong Fu was still guarding the door, and when he saw her coming out again, he turned to look at her.

She hurriedly ran out: "The fairy hairpin is still in your Murong Mansion, I have to go back to find it." ”

He stretched out his hand and immediately grabbed her, stopping her from thinking like this: "Can't go, the old lady must have found the fairy hairpin, go at this time, don't you just throw yourself into the net, no matter how important the fairy hairpin is, it won't be worth your life!" ”

"That's Mo Junxie's life, it's his life!" Ye Zhimad was angry for no reason, and shook off Murong Fu's hand with his backhand, turned around and rushed out of his courtyard quickly.

Murong Fu saw the situation, and as soon as the green dragon phantom came out, a martial soul disappeared behind him, and he quickly caught up with his martial soul.

The door opened, Murong Fu was already outside the gate, he carried one hand on his back, the other hand in front of him, the wind was quiet, blowing on his pale blue ice robe, a trace of tiredness on his handsome face.

After all, he only lifted the seal of the old lady on him, and he didn't detoxify it.

But Ye Zhimad said that he would go to Murong Mansion again, that was the life left to her by Mo Junxie, and if the fairy hairpin was not in her heart, she would feel unsteady.

"Murong Fu, what are you doing here?" Ye Zhimad opened the door with his hands down, took a few big steps, and looked at Murong Fu who was blocking her way, if the two of them fought, Ye Zhimad would definitely not be his opponent.

It must not be her opponent.

She's not at all fit to use martial spirits right now, is she?

"I won't let you die." Murong Fu said solemnly with a handsome face.

"Do you want to say that if you want to go to Murong Mansion, step on my corpse." Come to think of it, only this kind of bloody line is suitable to explain the current situation.

Murong Fu shook his head: "No." ”

"I just want to tell you that the eighteen knights of Murong Mansion must be waiting for you in Murong Mansion......"