Jade pendant?" Following the sight of the man in black, Jing Hong soon knew what the so-called jade pendant was.

"Do you want to?" Jing Hong stiffened and took the jade pendant off his waist, fearing that if he was not careful, the jet-black short sword would cut his throat.

"Where did you get this jade pendant?" The killer never cared what others thought, only cared about his own doubts.

"Don't ......" Jing Hong was just about to say that it was given by someone else, but suddenly remembered what Senior Brother Snow Mountain had repeatedly told him when he handed over the jade pendant to him.

"Little Eleven, you must remember that this jade pendant must be carried with you and must not be lost. If someone asks about you, you say that someone else gave it to you when you were a child, maybe it can save your life. ”

At that time, the senior brother seemed to be joking, but he revealed a kind of seriousness, which made Jinghong unsure whether the senior brother was joking or not.

She played with the jade pendant repeatedly, but found that it was just a plain ordinary jade pendant, and after a long time, Chu Wangcheng was relatively safe, and she did not encounter any danger, and the senior brother's life-saving statement had long been thrown away by her in an unknown corner.

"Someone else gave it, when I was a child. Again, with a sentence added later.

The man in black seemed to care about the jade pendant, and was about to continue to ask, but he didn't want to, when a blue ice arrow shot at his short sword, the cold spread, and the sword and arm condensed into ice.

The man in black's only exposed thick eyebrows tightened slightly, and looked to the side, where stood a handsome boy in blue, beside him was a young man, looking at him uneasily, grinning his teeth and roaring in a low voice.

Jiao Zong didn't move, but his eyes were firmly locked on the man in black, a pair of dark eyes had been dyed blue at some point, and a blue mark appeared on the center of his eyebrows, which was very strange, like a bird's tail, but it couldn't match any kind of bird.

"It turned out to be you. The man in black's eyes did not wave, but his voice carried a hint of imperceptible joy.

Then he gently shattered the ice, and his arms and dagger were set free.

"Are you alright?" the black man stood with his sword drawn, as if he was speaking in his most gentle way, but his voice was still dry.

Jiao Zong didn't speak, his right hand firmly grabbed the young man who seemed to be rushing over in the next moment, his blue eyes were cold, and his killing intent was Ling Ran.

Looking at the pair of blue pupils full of murderous intent, the black clothes seemed to think of something, turned around, and didn't see any movement, just like when they came, their bodies gradually became transparent, until there was no trace of them.

Jing Hong patted his chest and exhaled heavily: "Xiao Jiao Zongzi, you are going to die!

Losing the trace of the enemy, the young man also quieted down, Jiao Zong let go of the hand that was pulling him, and spread his hands outward, a little helpless: "Who knew that you would be so miserable after leaving for such a while?"

As soon as Jiao Zong's voice fell, the golden light flashed, and the general was dressed in a military uniform, mighty: "What's the matter?"

Jinghong pursed his lips and ignored him, just muttered quietly: "It's so slow! ”

The magician's old face was embarrassed for a while, as soon as the black-clothed killer appeared, he rushed over non-stop, and he was also very anxious, since the other party chose to do it, it would definitely make him unable to rescue.

The fact is also the same, if it weren't for that jade pendant, Jinghong would definitely die here today.

"Why are you stunned there? Don't dig people?"

"Oh, okay!" This girl has a lot of ideas, and most of the people in the city have suffered from her, but this girl has a special identity, and those who have suffered can only endure it.

As a former general, the magician is usually under one person and above ten thousand, but this identity has no deterrent power for the girl Jinghong, which annoys her, how to fix you, and how to fix you.

However, although the girl likes to make people suffer, they are all innocuous little pranks, plus the queen's favoritism, and the magician is not good at using force, so she has to be used to this little ancestor.

He still remembers when he went to pick up the three little girls with his rag general, and the rag repeatedly emphasized to himself:

"Little Eleven is the palm of the brothers, don't look at the master expelled him from the master, if he is wronged somewhere, the seven sons of the snow mountain will definitely make him regret coming to this world. ”

The lord of the snow mountain, Xue Ding, is a real person, eleven disciples under the door, Jing Hong is the youngest disciple, and the pearl of Xue Ding, he has grown up under the care of all disciples since he was a child, and he is regarded as a treasure. What the rag said is not an exaggeration at all.

The snow-capped mountain is a majestic mountain, plus the people who live in the mountain, the world is so big, who dares to touch its edge?

Just when the magician was thinking about it, there was movement under the rubble, the broken stone and broken wood were lifted, and the black moon stood on the rubble, her hair was messy, and her body was covered with dust, but there was no trace of embarrassment, but her black eyes were shining and majestic.

The magician sighed secretly: After the fall of the rag, only this one has a little bit of general's talent, but this one has a calm temperament, likes to be quiet, and because of the death of the rag, he is alienated from himself, otherwise the trouble of Tiannan, why would the entire Chu State be dragged away?

The magician looked in the direction of Tiannan Shuize and muttered softly: "Brother, if you are still here, the world is so big, it is none other than Chutu." ”

"What are you muttering? There's another person!" said a disgruntled voice.

The magician was stunned, and suddenly noticed some miserable Mu Ming on the ground, a little confused, these three are arrogant lords, and they usually have intersections with their own people, when did they get together with strangers, they are still men.

With a stomach full of questions, the magician still began to work, the gazebo was not large, the scattered rubble was limited, and the dying Yiyang soon appeared in front of everyone.

"Who is this?" asked the magician.

"Yiyang. Jing Hong stood beside the magician and replied lightly.

", when will Mo Wuji's right-hand man get involved with you? Now it's troublesome, how can you explain to Mo Wuji if you die?" the magician reacted very much.

The girl on the side didn't care, cleaned up a few pieces of broken wood that looked relatively neat, and sat down.

"You've been hanging him aside for a few days, and you're still afraid of how to explain to him? Okay, don't be lazy, quickly fish people out, and if you force them to talk for a while, they will really die!"

After learning the identity of Yi Yang, the magician did not dare to slack off, although Mo Wuji was a prince in distress, but he had a favor to himself and the queen, and the magician was the master who cherished his reputation, so that the benefactor's love would die in his own place, some could not be said.

While helping Yi Yang treat his wounds, he asked casually, "Who is the one lying outside?"

Jinghong covered his mouth with his left hand and yawned, although it didn't take much effort to play the scene just now, but his mind was very drained, and he was safe at this time, and he suddenly felt a little tired, and his tone seemed a little careless: "Oh, it's Mr. Faceless." ”

Jing Hong glanced at Jiao Zong, who was treating the wound by Mu Ming's side, and was a little surprised: "Hmph, this little one has no conscience, we have been playing since childhood, and we just came back from a walk around the ghost gate, and I don't know how many words of greeting, I only know that I am guarding an outsider I just met." ”

Jiao Zong just finished dealing with Mu Ming's injury, and touched the young man's head, the young man seemed to enjoy it very much, and his face was happy.

"Sir is not an outsider. ”

"Little Jiao Zongzi, you're enough!" Jing Hong's face was angry, as if he was angry that he didn't know how to be reserved.

Jiao waved her hand longitudinally, condensed a ball of ice in her hand, and carefully rubbed it on Mu Ming's wound. house