In the light of the water, which is as elegant as mist, Baili Heze is wearing a plain gown, covered with light-colored tulle, which is elegant and free.

The faint alienation between his eyebrows reveals the freedom of the unstained world, as if he has already seen through the world, and people are as light as chrysanthemums.

Jun Moran leaned on the high position of the Ziyang Temple lobby, and the aura exuded by his body was incompatible with the harmonious and gentle Ziyang Temple.

He glanced coldly at the Baili Heze that came by the wind, and the voice of the magic seemed to have the power to penetrate the sky, which made people feel frightened, "Baili Heze, the people of this king, you dare to move?" ”

"Regent, you are watching things with such fanfare, if you disturb the royal dragon vein and break the feng shui of Jimo Yi, I am afraid that you will become a sinner for the ages."

"Baili Heze, this king asks you one last time, where is Feng Wuwu?"

"Where is she, I still want to ask you to understand." Baili Heze pursed his lips and smiled, his face was frank, Zhilan Yushu, not stained with dust.

"Si Ming, search."

Jun Moran didn't say much, his fingers unconsciously clasped the board, and his expression was vague.

And at his feet, there were six men dressed as Taoist priests who were bleeding and dying.

Chu Qi, who was standing behind Baili Heze, stared at the corpse with red eyes, his fists clenched, daring to be angry but not daring to speak.

The one lying at Jun Moran's feet is just six lackeys in Baili Heze.

But in Chu Qi's heart, he is a brother who gets along day and night.

Although Baili Heze didn't care about the life or death of Chu Yi and the others, Jun Mo ran so grandly broke into his Ziyang Temple, and he lost face in the end.

Therefore, Rao is good at forbearance, and his face is a little uncontrollable, "Heaven is clear, and retribution is unpleasant." Today, if you kill innocents with your power, are you not afraid that he will lose power and be scolded by thousands of people? ”

"Chase the wind, read."

Jun Mo's dark and golden eyes are a little arrogant to look at the world, and his gestures naturally reveal the domineering spirit of a natural king, arrogant, wild, and lead people to fall.

The world always refers to him and Baili Heze as the East and the Double.

In fact, Baili Heze's strength is much weaker than Jun Mo Dye.

Chasing the wind and hearing this, he neatly took out his sleeve Chinese book.

"Ziyang Guan Chu Yi, hand dyed hundreds of lives, all of which are recorded; Ziyang Guan Chu II, more than 1,000 people were killed by plague...... Ziyang Guan Chu Liu, a good woman. Within a year, more than 50 women were poisoned, 39 of whom were seriously injured and could not be treated. ”

After chasing the wind, Baili Heze still looked faint, "If you want to add to the crime, why bother?" ”

Although Jun Moran didn't take Baili Heze in his eyes, he knew that Baili Heze's subordinates would never just raise a group of waste.

If it weren't for the sake of Feng Wuwu, no matter how Baili Heze would be obscure, Jun Mo Dye would not bother to take care of it.

After all, if the country of Jimo Yi's clan collapses, it will not be as tiring as he is dyed.

"Wang, General Feng Xiao is not in the view."

Si Ming searched the Ziyang Temple inside and out several times, but still did not find the slightest clue, and entered the lobby with a little frustration.

Jun Mo's eyes darkened, and when he thought that Feng Wuwu was very likely to suffer a misfortune, his mood changed sharply.

"Let's go."

Jun Moran suddenly got up, straddled the corpse that was not yet cold under his feet, and walked out without squinting, completely ignoring the Baili Heze, whose face was as cold as a thousand years of ice.

"Master, will you just let them go?"

Chu Qi's eyes were red, and he whispered unwillingly beside Baili Heze.

Baili Heze sneered, "Chu Qi, the gentleman takes revenge, ten years is not too late." This seat has already grasped the soft underbelly of the regent, and one day, he will be able to crush his bones and scatter ashes! ”

Unexpectedly, Baili Heze's voice did not fall, and Jun Mo dyed and returned.

His black and golden eyes carried a bloodthirsty cold glow, like waterfall ink hair dancing against the wind, "Baili Heze, if you dare to hurt him at all, this king will step on your Ziyang Temple." ”

"Is the Lord Regent tempted?" Baili Heze noticed the heavy anger on Jun Moran's body, and still jokingly asked him.

Boom –

Jun Moran casually threw his hand towards Baili Heze's chest, and blasted out a fierce palm wind with a ten-percent murderous aura.

"The national teacher should please do it yourself."

"If the Lord Regent finds no worries, don't tell her about her injury. She had a skin-to-skin relationship with Honza, and if she learned that Honza was injured, she would be heartbroken. Baili Heze covered his chest with one hand and said gently.

"The national teacher has paranoia?"

Jun Moran thought that that little thing had personally admitted that he had an affair with Baili Heze, and his heart was very uncomfortable.

However, the forces behind Baili Heze are also very complicated, Jun Moran didn't want to poke this hornet's nest when the time was not ripe, and even if he "rewarded" Baili Heze's palm, he didn't dwell too much, turned around and raised his robe, brushed his sleeves away.

Poof-

As soon as Jun Mo ran away, Baili Heze vomited a mouthful of blood.

"Master!"

"No problem. Quickly go to the outskirts of the city and look at Chu Jiu, and ask her to be sure to describe the humiliation of Feng Wuwu. I want to see how long Jun ink dyeing can be rampant! ”

Baili Heze coughed heavily, with red blood hanging on the corners of his lips, his skin was as white as snow, and at first glance, he looked like a terminally ill person, and he was terrible.