"You're not Mo Beichen?"

Although it was a question, there was no trace of doubt in his tone.

This man is not Mo Beichen.

If he were he, he wouldn't look at her with such strange eyes.

"Who are you?"

The man curled his lips lightly, "Who am I, you don't know?" ”

Jun Qinge was about to say something, when his waist suddenly tightened, and then he fell into a cold embrace.

"Bang ——!"

There was a loud bang, and when she looked again, a deep pit was smashed out of the place where she was standing!

Seeing that he couldn't make a plan, Mu Ning over there turned on his aura again, and several thunderbolts smashed down from the sky!

For a moment, the ground was shaken and roared!

The man's iron arm firmly wrapped around her, and with a slight leap, he stood at the top of the pavilion.

Thunder and lightning came in an instant, and under the powerful coercion under the hood, Jun Tingge felt that her palms were slightly wet, and a strong sense of crisis made her body tense.

"What's so tense about this little battle?"

The iron arm on his waist tightened slightly, the man waved his sleeves lightly, and the lightning and thunder disappeared in an instant!

It's really just a stroke of your hand!

All the lightning that struck was gone! As if it had never been there!

This scene is too weird.

So much so that Jun Tingge thought that he was hallucinating and did not return to his senses for a long time.

Mu Ning couldn't believe it, "No, it's impossible to ......"

Looking at the man standing high on the roof, his indifferent gaze was like looking down on a humble ant, and he was so frightened that he sat on the ground!

The man stretched out his hand slowly, his slender fingertips carved like ice sculptures.

It was just such a simple action, but Mu Ning felt that an invisible hand was tightly pinching his neck.

His eyes rolled and his eyes were full of horror.

The white fingertips moved slightly, as if a kind of foreshadowing, and in the next second, only a crisp sound was heard under the silent night.

The sound was so terrifying that it made people stand upside down.

Then, Jun Tingge saw Mu Ning's neck below drooping to the side at a strange angle, and he fell to the ground with a bang, and there was no movement.

The night was quiet again.

And Jun Tingge couldn't calm down at the moment.

A spirit king, the number one master of Anliang Kingdom, has no power to resist in front of this man?!

That's the Spirit King! It's not cabbage! This man killed him without much effort!

Who the hell is he?!

He...... Is it really the Mo Beichen she knows?

"What do you think?"

A man's muffled voice came overhead, and a slender fingertip lifted her jaw.

Jun Qingge looked at the deep eyes, and instantly had the illusion of being swallowed by it.

"Your Excellency and a friend of mine look alike......"

The man raised his eyebrows slightly, "Seventh Prince Mo Beichen?" ”

Jun was surprised, "You know? Who are you? ”

The corners of the man's mouth slightly hooked a demonic arc, and the beautiful face slowly approached, "Who am I, you really don't know?" ”

It's the same face, but why do they exude a completely different aura?

The person in front of him is him, but not him.

Jun Qingge wouldn't believe that there would be two people in the world who looked exactly the same, so, is this person really Mo Beichen?

"It's going down."

The man floated down with him in his arms, and suddenly a white light flashed in front of him, and after Jun Qinge came back to his senses, he saw the man's hand pinching his squeaky head.

The squeaky sound was terrified, and it seemed that there was a natural fear of the man in front of him.

"It's my contract beast, don't hurt it!"

"Oh? Your Contract Beast? ”

Jun Qingge was anxious, for fear that he would really hurt Squeak. Hurriedly grabbed his wrist, "Let it go!" It's almost out of breath! ”

Anxiously, Jun Qingge didn't notice that her tone was unceremonious at this time, and even carried a hint of command.

After the initial surprise, the man's eyes returned to the depths.

When he looked at the whiteness of his wrist that belonged to a woman, his eyes narrowed.