Jun Muhan hugged Mo Yan, although he didn't wear a mask on his face, he couldn't see what emotions were at this time, he just casually played with the green silk scattered on Mo Yan's shoulders.

"Jun beauty, why do you say it's you?" Mo Yan seemed to be smiling.

"When Sikong Xing appeared with Zhu Yu'er, it was as if he was waiting for me here......" Jun Muhan's eyes gradually became stained with a trace of frost.

At that time, Sikong Xing and Zhu Yu'er appeared too coincidentally, but then he fell into a coma, and he was powerless to pursue anything? And when he woke up, and more than a month had passed, he naturally went to find Mo Yan as soon as possible, and as for Zhu Yu'er's purpose, he was even more lazy to take care of it.

"Jun Meiren, do you remember your beautiful benefactor, the second miss of the Leng family?"

"Leng Xianhua?" There seemed to be a dangerous light in Jun Muhan's eyes, "Yan'er suspects that this holy woman who has come back from the dead is Leng Xianhua?" ”

"A woman's intuition tells me that this Zhu Yu'er is Leng Xianhua."

Mo Yan stretched out his hand and lazily wrapped his arms around Jun Muhan's neck, and his words were resentful, "I said Jun Beauty, you have constant peach blossoms, and you can't finish pinching it, which is also a very tiring thing." ”

"Then kill it." Jun Muhan threw out a sentence lightly.

Simple and brutal.

"Don't be in a hurry, there are some revenges to be avenged slowly."

Mo Yan smiled like a cunning little fox.

She has a lot of "secrets" in her hands, and it is fun to worship this witch as a god-like saint and pull it down from the high altar.

*****

At this time, Zhu Yuer can be said to be so anxious that she almost collapsed.

Since the emergence of the beast tide, there has been a lot of turmoil, and the children of the Wu clan have died several times because of the fierce beasts that run out from time to time, and it seems that the aftermath of this beast tide not only does not mean to stop, but also has a more and more serious drive, and the people of the Wu clan can be said to be panicked.

As a result, there were many not very good rumors in the Wu clan, all of which said that this holy woman did not live up to her name.

When he received the news that another Wu clan disciple had died under the claws of the fierce beast, Zhu Yu'er in the temple directly smashed everything.

"Mo Yan! Mo Yan! ”

She hated Mo Yan so much that she gritted her teeth, if it weren't for Mo Yan, Jun Muhan would have already become something in her pocket.

All the maids and servants in the temple knelt there, and not one of them dared to say anything.

Their holy women were weak and kind in front of outsiders, like fairies who were not stained with mortal dust, but in private, the servants in the temple suffered no less.

But no one dared to tell the true nature of the saint, because there was a sorcerer Uda in the temple, and if a rumor against the saint spread, that person would die without a place to bury.

The temple was in shambles, with sharp shards flying everywhere, and some people didn't even dare to move a single inch of their faces because of the deep cuts cut on their faces.

Zhu Yu'er's expression was terrifying, although she broke everything, she couldn't swallow the anger in her heart.

originally thought that she could wait for the news of Mo Yan's miscarriage or death, but for three days, she waited and waited, and all she was waiting for was the news that the children of the Wu clan kept sending their lives to the claws of the beast.

Could it be that Mo Yan's life is so big?

Zhu Yu'er angrily kicked over the nearest palace maid, but the poor palace maid was kicked so much that she vomited blood and fainted directly, and the others were so frightened that they trembled all over, and they didn't even dare to raise their heads.

"Even if you kill everyone in the temple, what will you change?"

Outside the door, a man covered in a black cloak walked in.

He was tall and hoarse, with a wide hood and cloaked collar that almost covered his entire head, revealing only a pair of cold eyes.