Ming Yulong was at a loss, she had finally mustered up the courage to say that Sima Xiang had gotten the thing, but this thunder interrupted her words, and it was already difficult to speak again.

Lightning thundered through the sky, lighting up most of the sky, and the cool wind of the autumn night swept towards the forest.

Sima Xiang didn't know what happened between the two of them? But she very much hoped that Rong Shizi could know that the magnolia flower was taken by her, she didn't dare to look up at his god-like face, lowered her head and said quickly:

"Rong Shizi, I took the magnolia flower, and I also put the silver ingot!"

The sky light illuminated Rong Yi's face, and the golden electric light slashed by, slanting from the corner of his lips to his eyebrows, and the haze of pupils showed its deepest color in this moment,

"Ming Yulong, what she said is true?"

Ming Yulong didn't know what Lu Dao was thinking at this moment, he only felt that his mind was blank, and he heard Sima Xiang's voice in a trance, as if retelling, and said with a dry smile:

"Yes, the silver ingots and magnolia flowers are hers, and you and Miss Sima are the people with the most fate!"

Before her words fell, Rong Yi's deep eyes seemed to suck all his emotions into the whirlpool, and he suddenly smiled softly, that smile was no longer the light and breezy Gao Hua Wushuang in the past, and it was as light and warm as jade.

This smile is like a demon god outlining the corners of his red lips, drawing an extremely evil look.

Everyone was intoxicated by his laughter.

A smile that was so beautiful that it was suffocating.

And in the midst of this laughter, she suddenly saw a purple cloud rolling in front of her, layers of soft robes passing over her, and her back collar was already carried by someone in the soft robe flying, past the sluggish crowd below, and drifting into the unknown distance.

Ming Yulong never knew how high a person's light skills could be, and when he flew up, he could make people's faces like a knife, and every piece of dough was as if he was being cut by a wind blade.

She wanted to open her mouth to shout, but all that poured in from her mouth was the autumn cold wind and boundless cold, and her cheeks were fluttering, and she couldn't say a word.

She turned her head to look at the person behind her, but she could only see the large purple sleeves flying in the air, gorgeous and cold, beautiful but ruthless fabric.

Since she couldn't break free and couldn't tell clearly, she simply closed her eyes and waited for the end of this battle as if she were swimming in mid-air.

Soon, she was thrown down.

What is really thrown, like carrying a burden, falling from mid-air and sending it down, without any care and attention, when it landed, it also hit a small stone, Ming Yulong touched his ass and sat on the ground, complaining:

"Rong Yi, you are neurotic, just fly, you can say hello when you land! So falling down from a high will hurt people to death, do you know the way? ”

"If you don't have a heartless woman, will it still hurt?" Rong Yi walked in front of her and looked at her condescendingly, in the night without moonlight and stars, he couldn't see anything clearly, only his pale face was exceptionally clear.

Ming Yulong was looked down at by him like this, and the eyes that greeted her did not have any emotion, looking at her like a stranger, and her heart suddenly felt like a pinprick,

"When did I lose my heart? Those who don't hurt are all dead, okay? ”

"Do you really have a heart?" Rong Yi looked at her face, still so innocent, like everything, she didn't understand, she didn't know what to do.