His hands wrapped around his waist and wrapped them tightly, wishing to trap him on top of him and never run around again.

"Drip-"

The countdown on the wrist for the last five minutes chimes the time, alerting the two who were immersed in pink emotions for a moment.

Jing Mohao quickly pulled the woman's wrist, "Let's go, let's see if he is a human or a ghost." ”

There was a flying kick when he stepped forward, and the silver-white gate was vigorously kicked open, there were no guards, no traps, and everything went so smoothly that it was terrifying.

Luo Xi hugged the man's arm tightly, clinging to it tightly, and even his breathing became subtle.

Jing Mohao stepped in without fear, already aware of this unusual quietness.

Since there is no fortification outside, it is intentional to let yourself in, and since it is deliberately letting yourself in, there is no need to make some strange names come out.

Walking through the tower gate, you are greeted by an extremely empty hall with a very high ceiling, so high that you can't tell what style of decoration the roof is.

On the side of the hall is a luxurious bed, carved gold pear blossom wood, the dark fragrance of the sinking water, and on the bed made of thousands of layers of velvet, a person lies quietly, surrounded by white gauze, I don't know whether he is alive or dead.

Jing Mohao took Luoxi closer step by step, but stopped ten meters away from the bed, without saying a word, without advancing or retreating.

After being silent for a minute, Luo Xi stared at the countdown on Jing Mohao's hand and passed by second, his heart was like scorched earth.

But she held back her heartbeat and chose to trust unreservedly and believe in Jing Mohao's choice.

In the next second, reflecting the bright light in front of the window, a huge figure slowly appeared, obscuring a shadow.

Luo Xi subconsciously took a step back, but was steadily pulled by Jing Mohao.

"I'm here, what are you afraid of?"

His voice was fluctuating, but with unparalleled firm strength, Luo Xi involuntarily straightened his chest and stood back.

But her gaze remained unrelenting at the man in front of the window, a figure all too familiar, a shadow that lingered in all her nightmares.

"Jing Mohao, I didn't expect you to really dare to come." The voice was still nightmarish and low, which made Luo Xi grit his teeth.

Jing Mohao seemed to chuckle, "Where the facilities are so simple, why don't you dare to come?" ”

“……”

The other party did not reply, but he was obviously angry.

Jing Mohao stared at the backlit figure and narrowed his eyes fiercely, his voice echoing in the tower, full of certainty, "As the heir of the Phantom Underworld, I established the Phantom Cloud Brake six years ago, and proclaimed myself the Phantom Cloud Demon Lord, since I returned to Australia, you have been secretly spying on my whereabouts, I am right, Ou, Yang, Wei, and Yun." ”

When Luo Xi heard Jing Mohao's words, his expression froze slightly, and the huge back in front of him was also shocked.

Jing Mohao knew that his judgment would not be wrong, he glanced at the timer in his hand, and showed a slightly impatient look, "Okay, there is no one else here now, and you don't need to pretend to be a ghost in front of me, let's settle the account today." ”

“……”

Now that he knows the answer, there is no need to hide it anymore.

He has been preparing for so long, for the sake of Xiaofeng, it should be time for a head-to-head confrontation.

Immediately, between the flashes of light, the outer robe and armor scattered and split, turned into pieces of flying armor, and rushed out of the window.

Only a three-foot jade tree was left, standing by the window.