Jia Lan didn't expect that Mo Yan would be so ruthless because of Jun Muhan.

But what he didn't expect was that even if Jun Mu was poisoned by empathy, he would not be tempted by Roulan.

Originally, I thought that at this time, Jun Muhan should have been lying with Roulan a long time ago, but looking at Jun Muhan's expression just now, although he was tortured by empathy, his mind was obviously sober.

Is there really no way for him to separate them?

Jialan's eyes sank slightly.

"Excessive? The Garan patriarch may have misunderstood the word 'excessive'—" Mo Yan paused, and the blood whip in his hand was raised again, and the tail of the whip directly wrapped around the neck of Roulan, who had passed out on the ground, and then retracted it.

Roulan was directly dragged over and forced to kneel in front of Mo Yan. The blood-colored whiptail wrapped tightly around her delicate neck, and the intense pain and suffocation caused Roulan to wake up from her coma.

"Patriarch ......"

It's a pity that Mo Yan didn't give her a chance to call for help, and the silver needle in her other hand flashed, and it stabbed her directly at the shoulder and neck.

"Ahh

Roulan let out a miserable scream, if the dozens of whips in front of her had hurt her to death, compared to this needle, the pain she suffered in front was nothing at all.

The internal organs are like countless poisonous insects biting, which makes people feel painful.

"Antidote."

Mo Yan was condescending, and spit out two words coldly.

As long as she thought of Jun Muhan's suffering, she couldn't help the irritability and murderous thoughts in her heart.

"Lan'er! Lan'er! The Great Elder wanted to rescue his daughter, but he was injured all over his body, and he fell to the ground before he could take two steps, "Patriarch, save Lan'er, even a saint cannot harm her own clan." ”

Roulan was completely unable to make a sound at this time, and her whole body seemed to have been fished out of water, and she could only look at Garan in despair and helplessness.

"Cruelty to the same clan, such a big hat is buttoned down, if I don't do something, how can I be worthy of you?"

When the words fall, so do the needles.

Roulan's face was completely ashen, and her whole body was shaking in pain.

"Yan'er, if you kill Roulan, Jun Muhan will also die."

Jia Lan actually didn't care about Roulan's life or death, at this moment in his heart, even the entire Wu Clan was not as important as Mo Yan, but he didn't want to see Mo Yan do so much for a god clan.

"Don't worry, my subordinates are very measured, and I will keep her until she hands over the antidote." Mo Yan tightened the blood whip in his hand a little more, and Roulan showed a look of pain and began to roll her eyes.

"Patriarch—" The Great Elder's voice changed.

Garan sighed softly, "Roulan will give the Holy Maiden an antidote." ”

It seems that he used the wrong method.

As soon as Jia Lan let go, Mo Yan loosened the long whip and put it back.

Roulan fell to the ground in embarrassment and coughed heartbreakingly, but still shook her hand and took out the antidote.

Mo Yan took the antidote from Roulan's hand, didn't even look at Jialan, and walked directly towards Jun Muhan.

Feeding the antidote to Jun Muhan, Mo Yan checked his pulse again, and when he saw that the poison was resolved, he was slightly relieved.

Jun Muhan looked at her with a smile, and there was a soft color between his eyebrows.

"Yan'er, I'm very happy."

It's nice that she has him on the tip of her heart, and it's also great that she's fighting for him.

He got up, stretched out his hand and wrapped his hand around Mo Yan's waist, and kissed him like no one else.

Although Mo Yan was surprised, he still responded enthusiastically.

Not far away, Roulan's delicate face that fell to the ground was almost distorted, but she didn't dare to say a word of resentment, but her slightly drooping eyes revealed resentment.

Jia Lan's face was already pale, "Jun Muhan, are you dead when you are the patriarch of your own country?" ”

( Absolute Favor Evil Queen: Emperor, too sultry)