Looking at those indifferent eyes, Jun Muhan only felt that his heart seemed to be burned, the dizziness in front of his eyes became more and more serious, and there seemed to be a fishy breath in his throat, and he suppressed it tightly.

"Mo Yan, do you think you can escape from the palm of Benjun's hand?"

"I don't mind trying, the more difficult it is, the more challenging it is-" Mo Yan paused slightly, his red lips hooked up a cold and bewitching smile, "After all, Lord Emperor, you are reluctant to let me die, and with this alone, I already have half a chance to win." ”

"You threaten Benjun?" Jun Muhan's eyes were cold for two points, and the hand holding Mo Yan's wrist couldn't help but use two points of force.

He was furious.

But in the midst of the anger, there was inexplicable uneasiness and panic, which made his heart ache.

Because he found that he couldn't really keep her.

The closer he got to her, the farther she got away from him.

He hated the feeling.

"Emperor, what's going on?"

In the stalemate, Leng Xianqiu's voice came.

She hurried towards it.

But neither Jun Muhan nor Mo Yan paid attention to her.

Mo Yan glanced at his aching hand, "Is the Emperor trying to break my hand?" ”

Jun Muhan slightly relieved his strength, but did not let go of Mo Yan, but dragged her to the quiet room.

"Benjun wants to retreat, you together."

He was only tying her to his side now that he could feel at ease.

"Let it go."

Mo Yan was about to be laughed at.

He wants to go into retreat, why should he pull her?

Jun Muhan glanced at her lightly, "You only have seven days, rather than being disturbed by idle people, it is better to retreat with Benjun and concentrate on comprehending the mantra." ”

"I don't need to."

Mo Yan refused without thinking about it.

She suddenly felt that something had become different between them.

The man pushed her too hard, as if he wanted to tie her up all the time.

It wasn't what she wanted.

Jun Muhan's eyes were a little heavy, and his voice was a little cold, "Whether you need it or not, Ben Jun has the final say." ”

knew that saying this would only arouse her anger even more, but for a while, he didn't know how to keep her except for using such a coercive method?

"Jun Muhan, are you sick?"

Mo Yan was furious.

His restraints frightened her, and made her even more uneasy.

Her instincts told her that they couldn't go on like this, or they would only get more and more messy.

She didn't know what she was afraid of?

But she was just scared.

I was afraid that this man would enter her life so forcefully and let everything go off the rails.

Mo Yan's heart was sluggish, and his subordinates didn't feel that they were exerting their strength, but they still couldn't break free from the man's clamp.

"I'll let you go!"

She was furious, and slapped Jun Muhan with one palm, trying to force him to let go of herself.

But he didn't want to, Jun Muhan didn't even hide.

The slap hit him directly in the chest.

"Poof—"

Jun Muhan vomited blood on the spot, and his body shook slightly, but his hand still didn't let go of Mo Yan.

Mo Yan was stunned, "You ......"

"Mu Han!"

Leng Xianqiu was shocked, and flew away with a palm and slapped it towards Mo Yan's chest.

This palm has strong spiritual power, and it hides a killing intention.

Leng Xianqiu obviously wanted to kill Mo Yan!

"Xiao Yan!"

Chu Hongyun's face changed, and he was about to save people, but when he saw that Jun Muhan's body shape was wrong, he stopped directly in front of Mo Yan and raised his palm to meet Leng Xianqiu.

"Boom!"

The spiritual power is agitated, and the wind is blowing.

A powerful force swept across the courtyard like a wave.

Trees break at the waist, rockeries shatter, and the earth shakes.

Chu Hongyun, who was affected by this force, stumbled under his feet, and a wisp of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

And Leng Xianqiu has been swept away.

She slumped to the ground in embarrassment, spurting out a mouthful of blood.