[System: Open [Main Quest: Raiders Demon Sect Leader Hua Joke], this character has a very high danger index, please be cautious about your strategy. 】

The owner of the purple eyes was keenly aware of her sight, raised his left hand and swept it gently, and the few remaining people around him flew out of the jab, the blades in their hands were taken off one after another, and the figure fell to the ground, vomiting blood and dying. And he lazily raised his eyes to look at her unhurriedly, and those purple eyes were already deep and waveless.

When he kills, he has no waves, his expression is indifferent and ordinary, and there is no murderous aura, as if he has pinched an ant to death.

She had countless doubts now. And the biggest puzzle is, why did he appear here with Xiao Bangchen?

After the two looked at each other for a moment, he blinked his deep purple eyes, and then walked unhurriedly towards her.

She looked at him vigilantly, her hand holding the corpse of Forget Shi Chu tightened, and just as she was about to ask aloud, she saw him make a gesture in front of her that made her stunned. He actually raised his hand and grabbed the green silk scattered around his waist, and asked her in a cold voice: "What is his hair silver?" Juvenile white? Child-faced and old? A pair of eyes that have always been dark and waveless are actually full of interest.

"Don't pull my hair!" Without waiting for her to think about how to answer, she heard a soft squirming sound with a crying voice, and her hair seemed to slap his hand away, and then hugged her even tighter, and a pair of crying and swollen rabbit eyes stared at the purple-eyed beautiful man who pulled his hair.

And this purple-eyed beautiful man was obviously more interested in the silver hair of Hua Bangchen than they were, withdrew his hand into his sleeve robe, stared intently at his long green silk hair that was scattered like silver silk over his hips, and patiently asked again: "What is silver for Lang?" ”

As soon as Mo Nancheng was about to answer, he was covered by Hua Wanchen angrily, only to hear him say angrily: "I won't tell you!" I hate you. It's all because you stopped me on the road and delayed me from coming to Nancheng, otherwise I wouldn't have died at the beginning! Nancheng won't be so sad! ”

She was just about to take away the hand of the painting and pause, and lowered her eyes to look at the lifeless forgetfulness of the beginning, her eyes were gloomy, and she was silent.

He pursed his lips slightly, lowered his eyes thoughtfully, and muttered for a while, his cold and piercing eyes swept between them, and finally his gaze fell on the body of the painter, his eyes were like a pool of stagnant water, and the eyes looked at him as if he was looking at a dead object. After a moment, he said lightly: "You don't tell me? ”

"That's right! I won't tell you! I hate you to death! I don't want to talk to you! I don't want to see you! You're out! You bad guy! Nasty! The attitude of painting Bangchen to hate the purple-eyed beauty is very obvious, and he didn't even look at him when he said this.

Hearing the sound, he blinked his deep purple eyes, and then took a step closer to them, looking at them condescendingly, exuding a majesty that could not be hidden. In a moment, his thin lips, which were as pale as water, moved silently a few times, and a strip of white actually swirled down from his wide sleeved robe, and burrowed into the long sleeves of the painting, and at the end it hovered around his neck, sticking out his tongue and not moving.

Seeing their surprised appearances, he patiently explained to them: "This is the Gu snake I raised, and if you bite it, you will definitely die." ”

Mo Nancheng's face changed instantly, and he didn't dare to move, for fear of disturbing the little white snake on Hua Wanchen's neck, his eyes met the pair of purple pupils, pressed the strong uneasiness in his heart, and pretended to be calm to the person in front of him: "I tell you, you let your snake leave." ”

Hearing this, the purple-eyed beautiful man quietly shifted his gaze from Hua Bangchen's body to hers, and met her pupils, his expression unchanged. After a moment, he moved his lips and said slowly, "I don't want to know the Tao now." ”

As the words fell, he took another step closer to her unhurriedly, reached out and pinched her jaw and lifted it gently, forcing her to look at him, and after examining her, he calmly said to her in his usual cold tone: "You are very familiar, I have seen you before." Again, it was a statement.

He hadn't remembered her before.

Just as she was thinking about whether to answer truthfully, she suddenly felt the other party pinching her jaw harder, and looked at him with some pain. I saw that his eyes narrowed slightly, then let go of her, slapped his left palm with his right fist, and suddenly realized: "You are the slave I picked up before." ”

Don't change the character setting for her without authorization, okay? They used to call it using each other, okay?

Seeing that she was silent for a long time, the purple-eyed beautiful man frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, his eyes darkened, and his voice became a little colder: "You follow me?" ”

What are you making up in your head! She's been here all along, and now you've found her yourself, so you're following her!

Mo Nancheng didn't dare to talk nonsense, after all, the life of the painting was still in his hands. She glanced at the little white snake on the neck of the painting and the little white snake that was sticking out her tongue, frowned deeply, pursed her lips, and began to think about how she should answer so as not to offend the strange-tempered person in front of her.

After another period of scrutiny, his face gradually softened, the bottom of his eyes was cold, and he couldn't see the bottom of his deep eyes, he looked at her suspiciously, and said coldly: "I can't find my subordinates, I'm going to go back." If you want to come with me, go with me. ”

"No, I'm not that ......" Mo Nancheng tried to express his thoughts in a tactful tone as much as possible, but before he could finish his words, he was coldly interrupted by the other party in that cold but disgusted voice.

"You are my slave, and you should go back with me. You're so useless, go sweep the floor when you get back. The other party was obviously not in the mood to listen to her nonsense, and even didn't care about her reaction at all, and made a decision for her very egoistically. I'm afraid that in his heart, Mo Nancheng has been made into a brain-dead image, and he can't wait to follow him at this time.

Before she could reply, he stretched out an extremely beautiful hand from his robe, and the delicate white snake crawled from the neck of the painting and back to his hand, wrapped up and disappeared into the wide sleeve robe. Then he slowly stretched out his hand to her, and just when Mo Nancheng was puzzled and distracted, he actually picked her up directly! After a whirlwind, she was carried on her shoulders by him as if she were a sack, and then she was resisted by the other party with a light body. And Hua Bangchen also hurriedly chased after him, but unfortunately he couldn't work lightly and fell behind a lot.

If it's usual, the problem is that the corpse of the forgotten time is still in the inn. She could not do anything for the goddess during her lifetime, at least after death to let her be buried in peace. So she began to struggle desperately, trying to get the wicked man to let her go.