Roulan walked towards Mo Yan and Jun Muhan.

Her face has long since lost the previous resentment and cruelty, and it is as calm as if she has changed into a different person.

"The saint may not know, but we have always been very close."

Roulan smiled slightly, it was clearly still the same face, but Mo Yan still caught a strange sense of familiarity from it.

She suddenly remembered someone.

Leng Xianhua.

Because she has only felt this crisis and familiarity in Leng Xianhua.

But the woman in front of her is clearly not Leng Xianhua.

Even if this woman is no longer Roulan, she is definitely not Leng Xianhua.

Mo Yan had already learned everything that happened to Roulan from the flying insects sent earlier.

She never thought that there was another person sealed in the Wu Clan.

And she has not yet ascertained the identity of this person, and she has not had time to find out.

"Although there is fate, however, we have different ways and do not conspire with each other, Miss Roulan, do you say?"

Mo Yan smiled.

She had never feared anything, even in the face of unpredictable and unknown dangers.

Roulan didn't answer, just glanced at Jun Muhan deeply, and then walked directly past them.

"She's not Jolan."

Waiting for the figure to walk away, Jun Muhan, who had been silent, suddenly spit out a low sentence.

Mo Yan glanced at Jun Muhan in surprise, "Jun Meiren's eyes are very sharp." ”

But after saying that, I felt a little tasteful.

"The eyes are so sharp that I can see through the disguise of other women at a glance."

How much do you know about this Roulan?

See through it at a glance!

Jun Muhan was stunned for a moment, and then chuckled, "Yan'er, this is vinegar?" ”

"What about vinegar?" Mo Yan asked with a faint smile.

Jun Muhan lowered his head and choked her soft lips.

After a lingering kiss, Jun Muhan reluctantly let go of her, and his voice was slightly hoarse, "Then the kiss will be until it is no longer jealous." ”

Mo Yan: "......"

Looking at the happy smile on the corner of the man's mouth, Mo Yan really wanted to bite him to death at this time.

But at this time, she also had to admit that being so troubled by Jun Muhan seemed to have subsided a lot of strange emotions that had been pressed in her heart before.

"Roulan has the aura of belonging to the Protoss." Jun Muhan suddenly said lightly.

"Protoss?" Mo Yan was puzzled, and she relayed the information reported by the little flying insect to Jun Muhan before.

"Isn't this chaotic space for imprisoning the Witches? Why would a Protoss be imprisoned here? ”

Mo Yan had a lot of doubts in his heart.

Jun Muhan shook his head lightly, "We may not be able to find out about this matter for a while. The top priority, let's find Xing Ye and the Burning Heart Sword first. And this Roulan, we must be careful to beware of. ”

Jun Muhan was jealous of a person for the first time.

Even when he fought against Garan, he had never felt like this.

But the previous Roulan, who was possessed by a certain god clan, gave him a deep sense of crisis.

It was a very strong intuition.

And his instincts were always damn good.

"By the way, Yan'er, did you have a sense of the Burning Heart Sword just now?"

After all, the Heart Burning Sword was refined from Bai Xiyan's flesh and blood, and it was reasonable for Mo Yan to feel something.

"Hmm." Mo Yan nodded, his expression becoming more and more solemn, "And I feel ...... It's getting closer to ......"

Jun Muhan's eyes moved slightly, and the hand holding Mo Yan's waist tightened a little.

At this moment, Mo Yan saw a figure not far away, from far to near.

Dressed in black and with black hair, but covered in blood.

It's Xing Ye.

And Xing Ye was holding a blood-red long sword in his hand, and blood was dripping from the tip of the sword, winding and gathering behind him, forming a deep blood mark.

At that moment, Mo Yan suddenly felt a pain in his heart.

Piercing.

PS: Tomorrow around 20 o'clock to continue.