The moment his wrist was tightly clasped, Han Cuo turned his head sideways, and looked at Su Liruo's panicked face, flashing bright eyes, and looked at him anxiously.

This time, she finally called his name right! No longer mistake him for someone else.

Han Cuo's heart was fluttering, it was Wei Yue's emotion, he was stunned for a moment, he was about to speak, and Mu Zhi behind him had already comforted him: "Liruo, don't be afraid, we won't hurt you..."

Su Liruo's body shook, but he stubbornly still clasped Han Cuo's wrist tightly, his eyes were flustered, he shook his head and said in a trembling voice: "No, I'm not a heavenly girl, Han Cuoruo, you know, I fell from the cliff..."

"Liruo!" Mu Zhi exerted force with the palm of her hand, and said patiently: "It was when you fell from the cliff and were unharmed, and it happened that it was a vision from the sky, and the colorful auspicious clouds appeared..."

"No, I'm not a goddess..."Su Li ignored it, interrupted quickly, and the fear that she had never felt before suddenly appeared in her heart, she didn't give Mu Zhi a chance to continue.

"This..."Su Liruo's fierce rejection made Mu Zhi helpless, her face was gloomy, and she was quite helpless.

Han Cuo groaned, and then said softly: "It's okay, you have good internal strength, and you still have fifty percent spiritual power, there will be no problem when you jump into the altar..."

"Jumping into the altar?" Su Liruo was shocked and stared in disbelief, "You want me to sacrifice my body?" ”

Han Cuo was silent, and his deep eyes gradually became cold, and he was like two people with Fang Cai's gentleness.

Su Liruo felt cold and cold, in this mysterious and strange place, who knows what kind of danger the Muyun clan is hiding? Such a hasty assumption that she must have an unknown secret, or some kind of conspiracy, maybe she is just a scapegoat, or a puppet to be used. It's a pity that she is isolated and helpless, and she still thinks that he can help? It's ridiculous!

Su Liruo was full of desolation, and withdrew the hand held by Mu Zhi in disappointment, and at the same time, he also let go of the hand that was tightly clasped by Han Cuo.

"Liruo, you believe in us, and we will never put you in danger." When Mu Zhi saw that her face was pale, she knew that she had a deep misunderstanding, and she was afraid that she would not be able to let go of it for a while.

In fact, Su Liruo understood that Mu Zhi had no malicious intent. For more than a month, she and A Yuan have taken care of her, and Su Liruo has already had a good impression of her.

However, although Mu Zhi is gentle and kind, and Ah Yuan is simple and cheerful, the caution that hides her heart makes her never let her guard down.

She was full of doubts, and she couldn't solve it.

What kind of tribe is this? Is it the legendary Witch Clan? It is also a choice of mountains to live in, isolated from the world.

Under the peaks and valleys, the faces of the guards are strange, and they are not ugly, but they are indeed difficult to see. Although she couldn't see the faces of the people who were cross-kneeled in the outer circle, the elders of the clan were majestic and solemn, but their faces were kind and charitable. Why is there such a big difference in appearance between people of the same race? Is it because of the disparity in power that it can also make the face beautiful and ugly?

I don't know if it's the figure of Han Cuo's majestic shore, or the familiar qiyu? She would have preferred to be close to him!

Perhaps, the longing in her heart that had nowhere to hide made her hallucinate and trust Han Cuo.

At this moment, the heaviness in Han Cuoyu's eyes made her completely sober, her heart crossed a sharp tingling, a self-deprecating bitter smile appeared on her lips, and despair swept again: Feng Xuanyu would not rip her off with heavy eyes, let alone trap her in danger!

It turned out that the man who cherished her like his life, protected her thoroughly, spoiled her to the bone, and melted the cold for her, really parted and died, leaving her alone in the world. So far, there is no other person in the world...

Su Liruo's throat tightened, and the fishy smell filled her mouth.

Han Cuo looked sideways at her increasingly pale face, and before he knew it, his heart fluttered, and his gaze softened. Her prosperous face, presented in the glittering firelight, is so weak and resolute, and so sad and cold.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he was surprised to find a trace of blood draining from the corner of her mouth, and she quickly wiped it away with her sleeve, leaving no trace.

Han Cuo sighed secretly, feeling guilty in his heart, if it weren't for the trance at that time, he wouldn't have rushed to save him, and he wouldn't have fulfilled this lie.

Of course, if she hadn't absorbed his spiritual power, how could the clan elders get to the bottom of it, and at this time, he wouldn't be embarrassed to jump into the altar for her.

In this way, it was his fault, in his mind, he was wrong, and it was even more wrong to save her. Shi Gong healed her, and she sucked away fifty percent of her spiritual power, but she inherited the vision of the elders of the clan and revitalized the temple, which is even more outrageously wrong.

Han Cuo's heart surged, thinking about mistakes, and the guilt deepened and sank, and the guilt was difficult to subside.

Her mocking sneer was lost for a moment, but he still caught her discouragement, and she seemed to be full of anticipation, but she was as desolate as being extinguished in an instant.

Who is she? Why did you fall off a cliff? The moment he fell into his arms, how could he smile with his eyebrows, tender like water, and his eyes full of hope? Death as home? Why did you decide to die? Affectionate and martyred? Why are people martyred?

Is that the person? She always mistook him for another person's name, could he be similar to that person?

Where exactly did she come from? Her world-splendor really eclipsed all things in Cuihua, and it was incomparable.

When Han Cuo saw her for the first time, although he was seriously injured and fell asleep, her face also disturbed his state of mind, and he couldn't suppress the sigh of surprise in his heart.

In any case, it was always clear to him that she was not the heavenly vision that the elders had in mind, the goddess of heaven who had revived the temple. His welcome was to avoid hurting her, but unexpectedly, he personally pushed her into trouble and put her in trouble.

Han Cuo's thoughts were thousands, floating and drowning, his brows became more and more deep, and his eyes became darker and darker. It's just that his mask is covered, moody, cloudy, and unpredictable, making it difficult to grasp his emotions.

Mu Zhi was slightly stunned when she saw that Han Cuo was depressed, and thought: He was reluctant to reprimand her! Let it be resisted. Mu Zhi frowned, and then said in an accentuated tone: "Liruo, Ah Yu not only has the grace to save your life, but also gives fifty percent of your spiritual power in vain, don't you admit it, don't you have half a point of gratitude?" ”

Su Liruo was stunned for a moment: I didn't expect that the gentle and kind Mu Zhi would be so sharp-tongued? Is she anxious for her, afraid of causing trouble and being severely punished by the clan elders? Or is it because of the power of the Han Cuo Patriarch and the unchallengeable dignity that oppression her to be convinced?

Han Cuo was stunned, he didn't expect Mu Zhi to say so harshly, and his eyes sank with cold light.

Before Su Liruo could react, she heard Mu Zhi say coldly: "For a hundred years, you are the only survivor of the cliff, we have never rejected differences, treated you well, accepted you, respected you, and the power is yours." If you don't admit your kindness, don't make it difficult for you! ”

At this point, Su Liruo instantly realized, relieved and speechless, she looked away, looked at Mu Zhi with a cold face, her eyes were as calm as water, and the panic and fear were hidden. 88

After a while, Su Liruo turned his head and glanced at Han Cuoyu, nodded slowly, and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "I'll go!" ”

Hearing this, Han Cuo's eyes trembled and stared at her.

Mu Zhi's brows stretched, returning to a gentle complexion.

Su Liruo retracted his eyes, looked up at the altar as tall as a mountain peak, and had a thought in his heart.

Han Cuo's eyes froze, staring at her cross-legged position, and his eyes seemed to be still wrapped around the flowing clothes when she jumped up, gradually flickering, blurring away, and his eyes were empty.

When Han Cuo was immersed in it, a loud and uproaring cheer sounded in his ears, and he slowly turned around, sat upright, and raised his head. When you see it, it is a small and light figure that enters the altar!

Han Cuo's ink eyes disappeared with the ethereal touch, gradually rendering the twilight, and there was no trace between the vastness.

In an instant, the shouting of cheers died down, and all the people gazed with bated breath at the altar, for they all knew that the altar was solemn and could be approached by ordinary people. Even if you regard marriage as supreme and marry a man and a woman, you can only build another altar next to the altar and burn the red flame to test your affection. Dare to jump directly into the altar, not only is he full of spiritual power, strong martial arts, and deep internal strength, but he is also a specially selected person. For example: Patriarch, Great Elder, Shenna, Wuzun, Clan Elder, Witch God, Witch Priestess, Celestial Maiden. Otherwise, ordinary people, those who have no skills, enter by mistake, the light ones are mutilated and mutilated, and the heavy ones are burned to death.

Although Han Cuoyu knew that her internal strength was pure and her spiritual power would not hurt her in the slightest, his heart was still floating and fluttering.

This heart-wrenching feeling made him feel more and more cold, and he stared intently at the altar, lest he miss her silhouette in the blink of an eye.

However, when it was nearly a pillar of incense, there was no trace of grace on the altar.

Mu Zhi looked anxious and asked uneasily: "Ah Yan, she shouldn't have an accident!" ”

Han Cuo's heart sank: the time she had jumped into the altar was indeed a long time, thinking about it, her palms were quietly tightened, but she was calm and silent, and she did not move.

"Otherwise, I'll go up and have a look..."Mu Zhi said in a low voice: "But don't make any mistakes!" As she spoke, she raised her eyes to look at his side face, waiting for him to answer.

Han Cuoyu was calm and silent, and just when Mu Zhi thought that he would not make a statement, he said indifferently: "It's better for me to go!" After speaking, he jumped up, and the black wind swept through the rapid arc of glare, blurring everyone's eyes.

Mu Zhi glanced at the location of the missing figure, looked up and disappeared, and a strange thought came out of his heart: He couldn't wait to jump into the altar so much, could it be that he was even more anxious about Su Liruo's safety?

She shook her head, trying to shake off the inexplicable thought, but the afterglow touched the boots in front of her. Mu Zhi stood up slowly and calmly focused.

This time, not only nine clan elders, but even eleven witch gods and twenty-three witches also flocked to Mu Zhi's side, almost surrounding her tightly.

"Ah Zhi, why did the patriarch jump into the altar? Is that girl—" asked the witch god with five black feathers pinned to the collar of one of them.

Mu Zhi caught a glimpse of their solemn expressions, solemn eyes, smiled slightly, and said in a calm tone: "Oh, all the elders have jumped into the altar, and they also know that there are many mechanisms in the altar. The patriarch thought that Miss Liruo should be playful, so she stayed in the altar for a long time, so he went in to urge her, so as not to make everyone anxious. ”

Mu Zhi dissolved the doubts of the clan elders with a few words of understatement, and her solemn expression gradually relaxed.

"I see!" They looked at each other, pondered for a moment, and stroked their heads.

"Otherwise, what do you seniors think?" Mu Zhi's face was soft and her smile was gentle.

"I didn't expect this girl to be so powerful, to have such courage to stay on the altar," exclaimed another sorceress who had received seven black feathers.

"God finally favored the Muyun clan, blessed the heavenly maiden, revitalized the temple, blessed the people, and blessed the people!" The clan elders sighed, stepped back into the circle, and waited for Han Cuo and Su Liruo to jump out of the altar.

Mu Zhi calmed the clan elders and wizards, and when they turned around, she secretly let out a sigh, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

Mu Zhi said casually, thinking that she would deal with the clan elders, but she didn't admit it, but she didn't inadvertently hit it.

It is said that Su Liruo jumped into the altar, and when she was close to the edge of the altar, she realized that not only did it look like a towering mountain from afar, but it was actually as big as a mountain.

How many years will it take to build a mountain-like altar? At the same time, Su Liruo was even more sure of the speculation that the Mu Yun clan was the Wu clan.

When Su Liruo was thinking, a huge current surged, and the whole person was instantly absorbed by the torrent and coiled inside, Su Liruo circled several times, swinging like a swing. The intense impact shook her internal organs, and a sharp cramp was intense.

She secretly said that it was not good, so she hurriedly lucked and put her colic on hold, but the fierce swinging still made her feel that her viscera was surging like a river and a sea, almost shattered.

After a while, Su Liruo's floating body finally stopped swinging, and her toes touched the ground. Dizzy, she held on to the barrier to stabilize her mind, and after a while, she saw clearly that this was a road that was only one person wide, and she was at the crossing.

Su Liruo raised her hand to stroke her forehead, rubbed it a few times, and when the dizziness subsided, she raised her eyes and found that all kinds of birds and beasts were carved on the wall piers of the road.

When Su Liruo was puzzled, his feet slipped, and before he could come back to his senses, the whole person rolled into the road. Around the corner, she was stuck, her whole body barely fell apart, and it hurt everywhere. Reaching out and stroking, he was not injured, not even scratched.

Su Liruo secretly wondered, there were no injuries on his body, why was it in severe pain, could it be an internal injury? She didn't care about the pain, and looked around by the light emanating from the barrier, but she didn't notice anything unusual.

Su Liruo got up in embarrassment and carefully followed the corner.

After walking for about half an hour, the light became weaker and weaker, but the corridor became more and more spacious, and finally, almost without seeing his five fingers, Su Liruo hesitated, groped and sat down against the wall pier of the barrier.

I don't know how long I sat in the dark, but suddenly, there was a faint sound of heavy footsteps.

Su Liruo came back to her senses, listened carefully, and a faint call came from not far away: "Su Liruo..."

What a sound it is! Su Liruo was stunned, and jumped up to the place where she called.