Mo Jiu narrowed his eyes a little, as if he was smiling.

"What if Mojiu still insists on leaving?"

Ye Xiu's right hand flicked casually, and a sharp golden ray came out, flying away at an extremely fast speed, and stopped less than ten centimeters away from Wuchen's neck.

The golden ray was an extremely sharp scimitar, and although it was only condensed with spiritual power, the shape was as exquisite as if it had been made by human hand.

The scimitar stopped there and shook its body, making a piercing buzzing sound.

"If you dare to take a step from here, the knife will move forward a little, and if you take ten steps, I guess his head will hit the ground."

Mo Jiu folded his arms lazily against a big tree behind him, narrowed his peach blossom eyes slightly, and said, "Lord Demon Venerable is so sure that I will stay for him?" If the price of Mo Jiu's departure from here was only his life, Mo Jiu would like to try. ”

Ye Xiu raised his eyebrows, his eyes full of inquiry. It's like trying to discern the truth of this sentence.

If the boy in front of him was the Mojiu he had known, he could be sure that he would not sacrifice the lives of his companions for the sake of his own freedom.

On several missions with Mojiu, she was injured trying to save him, and once almost lost her own life because of it.

But the young man in front of him is not Mo Jiu after all, and he may not care about the lives of his companions for his own freedom.

Ye Xiu can't see through him, maybe he's her at all? Acting all the time?

Ye Xiu glanced at Wuchen, who was lying unconscious on the ground, snorted coldly, and said, "Okay, then you can leave." Honza doesn't mind risking his life to seek an answer. ”

Mo Jiu didn't say anything, but raised his leg and took a step.

The buzz rose a little, and the scimitar moved closer to its neck. If this distance is calculated, a sharp knife within ten paces will pierce the dustless and snow-white neck.

Mojiu took a step and stopped.

There was a sneer on the corner of Ye Xiu's lips, and sure enough, he still couldn't joke with his companion's life. Even if he didn't cross over from Mo Jiu, it was not easy to find a young man who looked like Mo Jiu so much, and it would be good to stay by his side first.

After all, he was a companion for many years, and with just one look, Mo Jiu could guess what he was thinking.

Mo Jiu suddenly smiled at Ye Xiu, and took a few steps forward.

Little by little, the scimitar approached, and just as it was about to pierce into the skin, the change happened in an instant.

Mo Jiu's footsteps did not stop, and not only that, but the speed also increased.

Night Xiu has always had an attitude of watching the show, and for him, whether Wuchen will be stabbed to death is not the point, he just wants to see Mo Jiu's reaction. Therefore, all his attention was on Mojiu.

Because of this, he didn't notice that the scimitar was approaching Dustless, and Dustless's fingers moved slightly, and even when Mojiu took another step, he had opened his eyes.

With a piercing sound, the scimitar that should have been pierced into the skin fell to the ground in several pieces.

Ye Xiu turned his head suddenly, only to find that Wuchen, who had been seriously injured, had gotten up at some point.

Ye Xiu began to make a move, and there was a phantom in front of him, and his fingers were actually attacked.

Ye Xiu's eyes condensed, and the wind swelled in his eyes, looking at Mo Jiu, who was holding a python whip in his hand.

"For a long time, you actually want to deal with this seat? However, you miscalculated, and even if the two of you join forces, you are no match for this seat. Don't struggle uselessly. ”