Leaning lightly against the edge of the door, he closed his eyes.

For the first time in his life, he felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

What else could he do?

All he could do was wait here for her to come out of the Phantom Lotus Space, just because of the particularity of the Phantom Lotus Space, he didn't know where she would appear after she came out?

So he needed Nangong Ye's tracing array.

As long as Mo Yan appeared, no matter where she was in the Shenzhou Continent, the tracing array could find her traces.

But waiting, isn't it a kind of torment?

She was afraid that he would get hurt, so why wasn't he afraid that something would happen to her?

Since they fell in love with each other, there have always been various obstacles and difficulties.

Or as Feng Ming said, they are destined not to be together.

It's just that neither he nor she believes in fate, they both want to hold each other's hands and keep going, but how can she break the contract again?

Even though this power might hurt him, what he wanted more was to work with her to solve it.

He didn't want to be the one waiting to be found all the time.

He was afraid that one day, he would really lose her.

He was afraid that his dreams would come true.

What will he do?

There was another tingling in his heart, and he coughed lowly twice, but he poured himself another glass of wine, drank it all, and suppressed the fishy sweetness in his throat.

No matter how painful the wounds on his body were, they couldn't match his heartache.

"Master."

In the void, the figure of Dark Guard Wind appeared.

He was holding a black box in his hand.

Jun Muhan put down the glass cup in his hand and glanced at the box lightly.

"Found it?"

"Yes." Darkguard presented the brocade box.

Jun Muhan took the box and asked for it, and there was a pair of delicate black chains lying inside.

"You say, can these twin locks lock her?" He looked at the chains and asked in a low voice.

Dark Wei Feng hesitated for a moment, and replied truthfully: "The twin locks are the treasure of the apocalypse, and the two people locked by this lock will be locked together for the rest of their lives, and they can't be separated easily. ”

"Good."

Jun Muhan's thin lips that had lost their blood-colored color were slightly raised, and suddenly the spiritual power condensed between his fingers, forcing out a drop of blood and dripping on the twin locks.

In an instant, the twin locks flashed brightly, and they had successfully deed the master.

The Dark Guard moved his lips, but he stopped talking.

He knew that he couldn't persuade his master.

The twin locks can indeed lock the master and the ink girl together for the rest of their lives, and they will even be limited by the power of the twin locks, and they will not be able to leave each other a hundred steps away. Once one party walks away, no matter where they are, they will be forcibly pulled back to the other party by the power of the twin locks.

But once the twin locks are activated, they must be two people with one heart, if one of them changes their minds, or one party insists on cutting off this lock, the owner of the twin locks will be hit hard by the original spirit, and the light will be completely wasted, and the soul will be scattered.

Dark Guard sighed softly.

The master is almost crazy because of Miss Mo's departure again.

Now I hope Miss Mo can come back soon.

And at this time, in the Phantom Lotus space, Mo Yan was also about to become depressed.

In a hurry just now, she hid in the Phantom Lotus Space, originally wanting to avoid Jun Muhan for the time being.

After all, the power in her body is too terrifying, and with how much that man attaches importance to herself, I am afraid that she will not take care of herself at all.

But she also knew that when she left, the man would also be mad.

She had just made a promise with him that she would not leave him alone.

As a result, she broke the agreement made on the front foot, and broke the contract on the back foot.

"Jun Meiren, I'm really sorry, I don't want to."

After she goes out, it may not be so simple to smooth the tiger hair this time.

Mo Yan stroked his forehead in distress, and when he stretched out his hand, he found that his hands were full of black mist, which was no different from a monster.