Jiang Jiuxiao had probably bypassed half of the tree, but this tree was really a bit big.

It's been like this for a while, and I still haven't seen Mu Qingchen coming from the other end.

She walked, however, stopped when she saw a red aya.

Jiang Jiuxiao approached the red silk. And the people next to him, although rare, are not nothing.

But, apparently, they were not the same as what she saw.

Why?

The red silk on this tree is no different, but this one is the only one, which seems to exude a magnetic field that I don't know how to describe, attracting her closer.

It seems that this is a red silk that belongs to her.

However, she did not reach out for a long time.

*

The other side.

Mu Qingchen looked at the red silk in front of him that seemed to be flickering and exuding a gray aura. For some reason, my heart hurt.

The ghost sent the gods, but he still reached out and grabbed the red rope.

When he grabbed the red silk, the palm of his hand seemed to be scratched by a sharp weapon, which made him subconsciously let go of his hand.

However, he looked at the palm of his hand, there was not the slightest scar, and even the violent reaction of his heart was much smaller, but it seemed that something was missing.

Mu Qingchen pursed her lips slightly, looking at this red silk and narrowing her eyes.

Finally, he grabbed the red silk once. Hold it tightly in the palm of your hand.

*

Jiang Jiuxiao was stunned for a moment, and said in his heart, this red silk has just ...... Moved.

Her hand slid down it, no more movement.

She said to herself, Jiang Jiuxiao, do you still expect this?

However, what she didn't notice was that somewhere in the red silk, a little yin color fell, and it slowly bloomed.

*

Mu Qingchen took a quick step, and finally saw Jiang Jiuxiao walking towards him.

He slowed down, and it was obvious that Jiang Jiuxiao had also seen him.

Jiang Jiuxiao looked at him, and then said, "You, didn't you take it?" ”

Mu Qingchen reacted for a moment, and then replied, "The red silk here can't be taken off, the legend of the red silk of the Yue Lao Tree is that Yue Lao put down." ”

Jiang Jiuxiao was silent for a moment, and then said, "You still believe this." ”

The rumors weren't quite the same as she had heard.

"Let's go."

Just as she turned to leave, Mu Qingchen stepped forward and grabbed her hand in a few steps, and then his voice reached her ears, "Wait." ”

Jiang Jiuxiao was pulled back by his movements, which showed his great strength.

Jiang Jiuxiao frowned slightly, although she was slow to pain, but this pull ......

When he lowered his head, he saw that there was not much flesh on his wrist, no, it should be said that the skin, had been scratched and deformed by him.

Mu Qingchen let go of his hand at this time, and said with some confusion and panic, "I ......"

It took a while for the red mark on his wrist to fade.

Jiang Jiuxiao didn't care, she said, "What's wrong?" ”

At this time, Mu Qingchen looked at her wrist and was distracted.

He was sure that his strength was definitely not so heavy, how could it be......

"Ah, wait a minute, there's something to show you."

"Yes......"

Before Jiang Jiuxiao's words fell, there was a harsh voice from a distance, which was a little harsh to her.

It's fireworks.

The moment it exploded, Jiang Jiuxiao's pupils suddenly shrank.

Everything happens in an instant.

Jiang Jiuxiao knocked down Mu Qingchen.

Mu Qingchen snorted, "Hmm......"

Jiang Jiuxiao half-stood up the moment he landed, and then looked at the direction of the fireworks with a somewhat solemn expression.

Suddenly, she frowned.

Mu Qingchen was about to ask what was wrong, he was about to ask what happened, but when he saw her frowning, he asked, "What's wrong?" ”

Jiang Jiuxiao was half sitting on him, but it was the feeling that she was hanging over, and raised her hand to look at it.

Scratched a little skin?

But why did she feel pain?

Could it be that she was hurt before?

Jiang Jiuxiao pursed her lips, and the next moment, her hand was grabbed again.

"Just scratched?"

Jiang Jiuxiao replied, "It's just a little bruise." "The main pain, definitely not this.

When is it?

Although she was right, her pain was often multiplied.

She got up, as if the person who had just pressed Mu Qingchen under her was not her, and stood up, reaching out to pull Mu Qingchen.

Mu Qingchen got up, and then he felt something.

He looked serious and said, "It's those people." ”

Jiang Jiuxiao was no longer surprised that he knew about the affairs of the Wu Clan, but he was still surprised that he could be so sensitive to the breath of the Wu Clan.