Ling Luo only now figured out what she felt was wrong, this gray-clothed man had an extremely strong murderous aura on his body, and it was impossible for a servant who gave a reward to have this kind of aura accumulated from years of killing.

Ling Luo punched the ground, and the hard earth and stone ground cracked several deep ravines in an instant, all to blame her, it was all her fault, if she could have realized that something was wrong earlier, if it wasn't for her luck to be able to escape Molan Jiuye's mentality, those people would not have died in vain, they all died because of her.

For a while, anger and guilt burned Ling Luo's heart like a raging fire, and she raised her head and shouted in all directions, "Mo Lan Jiuye, you get out of here!" ”

Ling Luo's voice just sounded, and in the next second, the familiar black figure appeared in front of her, the hem of the clothes fluttering, picturesque.

The corners of Mo Lan Jiuye's mouth rose slightly, and a beautiful smile bloomed on his peerless handsome face, his mood was completely different from Ling Luo's, as if he had seen something happy.

Mo Lan Jiuye looked at Ling Luo, who was half-sitting on the ground, and stretched out a hand to her, with a rare trace of sincerity in her charming and lazy voice, "It's been a long time since I've heard you call my name, I'm really nostalgic." ”

The voice was fluttering and soft, and it was extremely good, but in Ling Luo's ears, she only felt sarcastic and mocking, and the anger in her heart became more and more vigorous, and without thinking, she immediately sealed it and struck towards Mo Lan Jiuye.

"Dancing Fire!"

The vermilion flames flew towards Mo Lan Jiuye with a blazing temperature, but he was not in a hurry at all, just raised his arm slightly, and an arc-shaped barrier composed of snowflakes suddenly formed in front of him, and the ice and fire melted in an instant, and only the slightest water vapor evaporated from the air swirled.

Mo Lan Jiuye withdrew his hand, he didn't seem to be the slightest surprised by Ling Luo's rash move, but instead had a reassuring smile on the corner of his mouth, and the smile between his eyebrows and eyes that could be called warm made his body exude a dazzling light, and the weeping flowers that bloomed all over the garden were not as good as a speck of dust around him.

In the face of such a beautiful man, Ling Luo didn't feel comfortable at all, but was about to explode with anger, she couldn't win the fight, she couldn't escape, there was nothing more desperate than her current situation.

Mo Lan Jiuye walked slowly in front of Ling Luo, stretched out her slender and white hand to lift her smooth chin, leaned over her ear and whispered, "Xue, stay." ”

The tone was a surefire without any room, but for some reason, Ling Luo could hear the trembling in his heart, what was he afraid of? In the Night Palace, she was already unable to escape, but Weishenme was going to be afraid? What is the relationship between him and Luo Xue?

From the facts that Ling Luo learned, Mo Lan Jiuye was one of the murderers who killed Luo Xue, and he should have had an indissoluble enmity with her, but he called her "Xue", how could such an affectionate title be what it should be for the enemy?

Besides, since Ling Luo saw him, he hadn't hurt her in the slightest, and his attitude was unusually gentle, could it be that they were once a pair of lovers?

But Weishenme Ling Luo didn't have any memories of Molan Jiuye? Moreover, Liuze and they had never told her anything about Luo Xue and Mo Lan Jiuye, could it be that they really hid something from Ling Luo?