Feng Qian saw that Mo Feibai was motionless, and couldn't help but raise his eyes to look at him, "What's wrong?" ”

Before Mo Feibai could speak, he heard Jun Jin say: "A woman should be pampered, how can she sleep in this small temple?" ”

Feng Qian blinked, "You can sleep, why can't I sleep?" Also ......"

Before Feng Qian finished speaking, Mo Feibai's face turned cold, and he hurriedly said: "There is demonic energy, you find a place to hide, I'll take a look." ”

After saying that, Mo Feibai disappeared without a trace.

Jun Jin's good-looking brows furrowed slightly, and the hand holding the wooden stick tightened.

The people of the demon clan have always only stayed in the demon domain, how could they come to such a small country.

And the identity of the man just now is not bad, but he came to such a small country.

Jun Jinci's eyes were naturally fine, but he used some tricks to cover his eyes, covering his eyes with a layer of mist.

His worried look was seen by Feng Qian, and Feng Qian's small hand reached over and held his cold palm.

She wouldn't comfort anyone, but at the moment she softened her tone, "Don't worry, I won't leave you." ”

Although he didn't know why he easily believed in this man, Feng Qian has always done what he wanted.

She asked her to be close to him in her heart, and she would not resist.

Feng Qian carefully helped him hide behind the statue of the broken temple, and looked at the temple door vigilantly with a pair of eyes.

Jun Jinci saw everything clearly with his eyes under the fog, and he held Feng Qian's hand with his backhand.

An invisible barrier held the two of them together.

Feng Qian looked back at him, saw a smile on the corner of his lips, and puzzled: "You're not afraid?" ”

Jun Jinci shook his head, "I'm not afraid of endless darkness, and I'm even more afraid of these." ”

Feng Qian blinked, looking at Jun Jinci's eyes, there was a hint that the newborn calf was not afraid of tigers.

He didn't know about the demons, but she knew it very well.

The people of the demon race are as murderous as hemp and bloodthirsty as life.

As soon as she ruled the Divine Netherworld Continent, she was attacked by a strong attack by the demons, resulting in countless casualties.

Even the old and weak women and children have not let go, and their murderous nature is still fresh in their memories.

Looking at Feng Qian, who looked unhappy, Jun Jinci held her hand tightly, and forcibly pulled back her thoughts.

"What's wrong?" Feng Qian lowered his eyes and looked at him holding his hand, those hands were so beautiful.

Fair-skinned and slender, not like a mortal.

Jun Jinci's hand loosened, and the corners of his mouth slowly raised, "It's okay, you don't speak, I'm a little uncomfortable." ”

Feng Qian tilted his head and stared at him, looking for something to say to him without a match.

In the end, she found out that she didn't even know his name.

"By the way, what's your name?"

"Ah Ci."

Feng Qian's eyes were slightly stunned, and he unconsciously murmured: "Ah Ci." ”

Ci is her master's word.

She didn't even know Master's full name, she only knew that Master had one word, which was resignation.

There was silence again in the ruined temple, and the two of them had their own thoughts.

Mo Feibai, who chased out the door, followed the wisp of demonic energy to the Chaos Forest.

His eyes grew dark, and he poked into the woods, and soon caught the demonic aura.

"Come out."

Strange laughter echoed in the woods, eerie and terrifying.

A cloud of black gas surged towards Mo Feibai, stopping at the arm's length in front of him, gradually taking shape.

"Prince Moling, you and I have the same goal, so why bother with each other."

Mo Feibai's face was gloomy, "You know a lot. ”。

"The demons are not weak."