Bidding farewell to the windy underworld, in the blink of an eye, there was a scene of warm paving in front of me.

Without the shroud of cold aura beside him, Yun Qianmo immediately woke up from a low mood. Then, Mo Qing's injuries gradually improved.

It turns out that the only thing in the world that can represent rebirth is between this vigorous and downward.

The ghost king suddenly crossed his arms in front of the two of them and said to Yun Qianmo: "It's okay to compete, but you can't join!" ”

Yun Qianmo knew that Yi Moqing's current situation was not the Ghost King's opponent at all, and then he planned to repeat the old trick and lead the Ghost King to be fooled again.

"Lord Ghost King is the overlord of the underworld, aren't you still afraid that we will unite and pose a threat to you?"

Then, the Ghost King glanced sideways at Yun Qianmo, and then showed an evil smile on his face: "Actually, even the two of you together don't pose any threat to me. ”

I'm just worried that you'll hurt you, and it won't be convenient for you to serve me at the wedding for a while. ”

After that, without waiting for Yun Qianmo to speak, Mo Qing took a step forward and confronted the Ghost King tightly, ready to fight at any time.

Yun Qianmo was worried that Mo Qing alone was not the opponent of the Ghost King, and was about to say something to him, but when he raised his eyes again, he saw that the Ghost King and Mo Qing had already appeared a hundred meters away from him, and the two sides were fighting enthusiastically.

When the ghost king makes a move, he is still deadly, and he is strong everywhere. And Mo Qing's mana at this moment has been reduced by most of it, even if he barely hits the Moon Slash, he only has three percent of the previous internal force.

This insignificant power was like tickling the Ghost King. Therefore, the Ghost King did not take much precautions, and only thought about ending this war as soon as possible.

But unexpectedly, in the next moment, when the ghost king's palm overturned forward, he saw that Mo Qing was no longer in place.

Mo Qing gave full play to his advantages, and flew quickly above the head of the ghost king for a while, until he made the ghost king unprepared, and then took advantage of his unpreparedness, and his body suddenly fell down in front of the ghost king!

Because the ghost king didn't care about anything else for a while, he was directly imprisoned by a bunch of blood bats released by Mo Qing.

Suddenly, Mo Qing hurriedly shouted at Yun Qianmo: "Hurry up!" ”

He knew very well that his chances of winning this time were very few, so he never planned to compete with the ghost king. He had already made up his mind, and as soon as he found an opportunity, he would help Yun Qianmo completely escape from the clutches of the Ghost King.

He naturally knew very well in his heart that if he persisted like this, he would die in the hands of the ghost king sooner or later. However, he just wanted to save Yun Qianmo before that.

Because Yun Qianmo is not only a chess piece that can be used at any time for him, but also the only white moonlight in his boring life, bright and clean without any flaws.

Even if he was crushed and ashes here the next moment, he couldn't watch Yun Qianmo being brought back to the underworld by the Ghost King again.

The reason why Mo Qing often covered his face with a mask of blue fangs was because he didn't want to face all the ugly intrigues and intrigues of Qu Shamen, as well as so many sinful killings.

However, for as long as he can remember, he has been shrouded in these smoky miasma.

From Mo Chuan being taken away by Chu Wuyu, to the young master of Qu Shamen, he finally introduced Yun Qianmo into the plan he designed step by step. All of all, he never had a chance to choose.

Although he couldn't convince himself to betray Chu Wuyu, he could at least use his best to keep her safe, and if so, he would be satisfied.

After the ghost king knew that he had been fooled, he seemed to be crazy, and he struggled to break free with his arm, and hit Mo Chuan's head hard again and again.

Even so, he still insisted on holding the ghost king's legs and never let go for a moment.

Streams of viscous blood kept flowing down the corners of Mo Qing's mouth, sliding directly to his chest, dyeing the white robe into a large area of red.

Yun Qianmo never thought that since Mo Qing met her now, he has only seen a few faces, and he actually chose to defend her desperately when life and death are at stake.

Sad, she hurriedly took out the last few spirit runes on her body, raised her fingers, lowered her eyes, and recited a few incantations silently with the rapid activation of her lips.

When she raised her head in the next second, she jumped straight from behind the ghost king and pressed all the spirit runes on the ghost king's back at the same time!

After a while, I saw the ghost king hugging his head and yelling with a hideous face, and then, his body seemed to be quicksand blown by the wind, and gradually decomposed countless fragments from it, and finally turned into a wisp of black smoke and dissipated...

After the ghost king disappeared, Yun Qianmo hurriedly ran over to see Mo Qing. Who knows, she found that Mo Qing had closed her eyes and fell into a fainting.

Yun Qianmo was flustered, lest Mo Qing fall asleep like this, pinched his shoulders, and shook vigorously: "Mo Qing! Wake up, Moqing..."

Yun Qianmo then placed her finger on Mo Qing's nose and stayed for a moment, until she felt an uneven breath emanating from her hand, and then she breathed a sigh of relief.

After that, I don't know how much time has passed, only to see the scenery of beautiful mountains and rivers in front of me, birds and flowers. The water of the mountain stream flowed from other places, and finally merged into an endless stream.

Next to the stream, Mo Qing closed his eyes tightly, pillowed on the stones on the bank of the stream, his face was as pale as a blank piece of paper, and his forehead was tangled in rags.

Yun Qianmo found a few herbs from the nearby mountains and rushed back without stopping. Then he swept it to Mo Qing by the way, and hurriedly went to the river to clean the herbs.

Later, when he was helping Mo Qing change the dressing, he accidentally touched the wound, which immediately caused Mo Qing to frown heavily. From a sudden tremor of his body, Mo Qing finally regained all consciousness in an instant.

When he sobered up, the first thing that caught his eyes was a face like a peach blossom, trying his best to smile.

Next, a greeting was gently transmitted from Yun Qianmo's lips: "Do you feel a little better?" ”

Mo Qing nodded vigorously at Yun Qianmo, and was in a hurry to sit up, but he didn't think that because the range of this movement was too large, he almost fell to the ground.

Fortunately, Yun Qianmo stepped forward in time and caught him with his cross arm. But it was precisely because of this that Yun Qianmo's body immediately leaned forward, almost sticking to him completely.

At a certain moment, they looked at each other, embraced each other, and their faces were reflected in their respective worlds, listening to the undulating breath, whether gentle or urgent.

It was as if every breath between them was slowly precipitating with the time that had been stilled, and it was clearly engraved into the hearts of both parties.

I don't know how long they used this posture for a long time, until Yun Qianmo first sensed that something was wrong, and hurriedly got up and turned his back, and at the same time broke the ambiguous atmosphere.

Then, Mo Qing also sat up as if she had just woken up from a dream.

Unconsciously, the extremely embarrassing atmosphere constantly revolved around him, causing each other to fall into silence for a long time and never return to their senses.

After a long time, he said softly: "Your medicine works very well, and I am almost better." ”