Chapter 242:

"Who are these people? Miss! The slave followed Murong Nanying and hid, watching Murong Nanying's fiery red whip spark and lightning wherever it went, beating those people in black from approaching.

"Murong Nanci, you scourge! Provoked so many killers! When Murong Nanying saw the man in black who was in the lead, she recognized that the last man in black to appear was the person from the Killer Pavilion, and she was surprised that these Killer Pavilion would still appear, but when she thought of the reputation of the Killer Pavilion in the Red Moon Continent, she knew that they were here to kill Murong Nanci and maintain the reputation of their Killer Pavilion!

The Killer Pavilion, who had never missed, would never let Murong Nan quit live, and he also held a grudge against her.

The moment she saw the leader die, her heart fell, but Murong Nan's change in him was really big, how could anyone become so different overnight, could it be that he was hiding before?

No matter what she becomes, she will never let him go.

Thinking about Mo Lingran's transmission just now: I can't let Mo Lingyue go back alive!

Why couldn't Mo Lingran let Mo Lingyue go back?

But immediately he understood, seeing that his side was safe and sound, it turned out that these secret guards were helping her fight against these killer pavilions who wanted to kill her without moving in the process of fighting against Mo Lingran.

If Mo Lingyue died, then Murong Nanci would also be finished!

"You're a scourge!" Hearing Murong Nanying mention his name, Murong Nan looked in the direction of Murong Nanying.

Wrong! With so many killers, she was unscathed!

After observing carefully for a while, I found that these secret guards were intentionally or unintentionally attacking for Murong Nanying, and it seemed that these secret guards probably knew this Murong Nanying.

"Such a person pays attention to this son, and this son is also very helpless!" Murong Nan said innocently, and the narcissism in his words instantly made people speechless.

Murong Nanci noticed that the young man's eyes were full of fun, as if he wanted to think it was funny, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching.

"You've said so much? In the end, to fight or not to fight, anyway, if this son of the world does not make any struggles and follows you, does this son of the world not want to lose face? Murong Nanci looked at the black-robed young man and said.

The young man looked at him in astonishment, as if he was surprised that he would say such a sinister remark.

"You're still struggling?" The boy regained his original voice, with a green tone, and his words were full of contempt, "Is it useful for you to struggle?" ”

"It's useless!" Murong Nan was sincere

Boy: "......" is useless, so why are you struggling!

"But it's about face!" Murong Nan said.

Baili Chengyang looked at this scene in surprise, and it took a long time to come back to his senses, "Shangguan Ce, he, how is he?"

"What?" Shangguan Ce only felt extremely cute when he looked at Murong Nanci like this, it turned out that he actually had such a side, to be honest, such a naïve and lovely Murong Nanci was really rare, he used to think that he was very mysterious, and it seemed that nothing could stop him, but now he found that the young man was also helpless.

"Why is he so cute!" Baili Chengyang couldn't come back to his senses for a long time, "He even wants face more than the master!" ”

"It's really rare to see such a side of Nanci!" Shangguan Ce sighed, looking at the wooden window, there were two young men standing talking harmoniously, and he sighed in his heart Murong Nanci's ability.

The black-robed young man looked at the white-clothed young man standing next to the wardrobe talking to himself by the window, and the atmosphere between the two of them looked like enemies, but like friends who had known each other for a long time.

"Boss, what the hell are you doing here!" They've been standing here for a long time, like a backdrop.

"Nonsense!" The black-robed man standing at the front lowered his voice to a very low voice.