She followed the figure south until she stepped into the swamp and was almost attacked by the black shadows flying over the swamp......

"What else are you hiding?"

Ji Jiufang suddenly interrupted her memories.

She looked like she had remembered something, but when she asked, he regretted it first.

She had already told him before that when she entered the enchantment several times, most of them were accompanied by Mo Feng, and now that she remembers something, it is naturally related to Mo Feng.

Mo Feng?

Realizing that he remembered this person, Ji Jiufang subconsciously watched out.

Unexpectedly, this time he didn't have too many negative emotions, just jealousy and unhappiness within the normal range.

Aren't you very sensitive to Mofeng?

Even Mo Feng didn't speak, he just needed to deal with the water birds, and he would-

Ji Jiufang's eyes widened suddenly.

Not again!

That kind of hatred for Mo Feng, and the emotion of wanting to destroy the world, really came again! He immediately stopped, stood on the edge of a shallow dirt pit, clenched his fists vigorously, and tried to breathe hard, trying to suppress the clamor of blood.

Reason is still there.

The instinctive desire to kill is intensified by the hatred provoked again.

He could only do his best to control himself from moving.

As long as you don't move, you probably won't hurt.

Liluo took a few steps forward, and found that the footsteps behind him had been cut off for a while, and then he was sure that Ji Jiufang had stopped. I wanted to look back at what he was doing, but I heard him whisper:

"Stay away from me!"

Leaving a spirit.

She could hear that Ji Jiufang's tone was wrong, it was mixed with gloom and anger, and the gloomy resentment in the air had aggravated again, so heavy that it made it difficult for her to breathe. Previous experience told her that at this time, staying away from him was naturally the best choice.

So she cautiously rubbed behind a tree on the side and hid, not daring to look back from beginning to end.

It wasn't until she hid behind the tree that she breathed a sigh of relief and poked her head in the direction of Ji Jiufang.

There is still no red pupil.

But the bruised neck, the gurgling fists, and the heavy, chaotic breathing made Liluo desperate more than the red pupil reappeared—the red pupil could at least use her blood to slap it twice, and it would be good to touch it.

What is she going to do with the look in front of her?

I don't have a clue!!

But how did he get the way he looked? Since analyzing the reason, she was very witty and didn't mention Mo Feng again, so far apart, even if Mo Feng used spiritual power, Ji Jiufang had no reason to feel it.

What went wrong?

Liluo's head is about to explode when he thinks about it.

The gloom in the air is even more uncomfortable, I don't know if it's the illusion of fear, Liluo always feels that although it should be almost dawn outside, the light in the woods is a little darker.

It's not going to go on like this.

Liluo tightened her eyebrows, almost not daring to move, even though the surrounding environment made her feel uncomfortable like never before, she still tried to control her breathing, trying her best not to alarm Ji Jiufang.

The piccolo in his hand came with a voice.

Youshui Yu and they found the tower shadow, Qianyan was fighting with the tower shadow with a magic weapon, and Fu Zimo helped to fall into battle, so Yu Shuiyu told Mo Feng. Subsequently, Yu Shui Yu also joined the battle, and it was too late to inform Ji Jiufang and himself.

The heart of the detachment "popped".

Sure enough, Ji Jiufang's piccolo sounded.

It was the rumbling sound of the earth shaking and the mountains shaking.

Mofeng ......