Nan Shiyan carefully rubbed the handle of the jade fan in his hand, his eyes were firm, with a kind of majesty of a superior person.

"I am the senior brother of my junior sister, the son of Yan Yanzhai."

Mo Qingchen stared at Nan Shiyan, his eyes sharp, as if he wanted to see him through.

"Really?"

Nan Shiyan smiled warmly, and his tone was brisk, "Always." ”

After speaking, Nan Shiyan looked directly at Mo Qingchen, and there was the aura of a Venerable in his usually gentle eyes, and the whole person carried a certain irreversible momentum, and his tone was majestic.

"Your Royal Highness King Gong, it's time for you to leave."

Mo Qingchen sneered, he was not frightened by that kind of momentum, but also looked directly at Nan Shiyan, dressed in a dark robe without wind and automatic, and there seemed to be waves in his eyes, cold and eroded bones.

"Why don't you leave?"

Seeing that Mo Qingchen was still saying that, Nan Shiyan chuckled, "How many times does King Gong repeat this?" ”

After speaking, his body moved, and he had already come to Mo Qingchen in an instant, his eyes were condensed, and his tone was full of warning.

"His Royal Highness King Gong, Yan doesn't know what your purpose is, but if you move your junior sister, Yan will definitely not let you go."

Mo Qingchen's thin lips hooked, and his tone was cold, "The same words are also given to you by this king." ”

Nan Shiyan squinted his eyes and looked at the man in front of him carefully.

Dressed in a dark robe, with a handsome face, cold eyes, as if quenched ice, with a bone-eroding coldness, without any emotion.

Thinking of this person's words, Nan Shiyan frowned.

This man ······

When did you come into contact with Ling'er?

In Nan Shiyan's opinion, it is not a good thing to be concerned by Mo Qingchen.

He felt that a person like Mo Qingchen would never have feelings for anyone, and he noticed that Ling'er must have other purposes, and he would definitely hurt Ling'er.

Could it be that he is ······

Thinking of this, Nan Shiyan was shocked.

No way!

He had to check Mo Qingchen carefully.

Anyone who may be unfavorable to Ling'er, he will definitely not hesitate to cut him off.

Nan Shiyan's originally warm eyes were filled with murderous aura in an instant, and the jade fan in his hand was full of spiritual power, stabbing towards Mo Qingchen.

Mo Qingchen frowned, dodged away, and drew an arc in the air with the dark sleeves, and his spiritual power flashed, attacking Nan Shiyan head-on.

Outside the barrier, the night is dark, the grass and trees are quiet, the insects are chirping, and the moonlight is rippling.

In the enchantment, under the impact of spiritual power, a great sound was made, and the two of them made a ruthless and merciless move.

The jade fan faced the palm wind, the air became sharp, and the speed of the two was extremely fast, and they vaguely saw white and black figures entangled together.

Nan Shiyan's jade fan was warm, wrapped in sharp spiritual power, with a monstrous anger in his heart, he didn't know where this anger came from, he only felt that as soon as he thought that Mo Qingchen was related to Ling'er, this anger rose from his heart, majestic and surging.

Mo Qingchen shot fiercely, not afraid of Nan Shiyan's offensive at all, Rumo's eyes were full of exploration and judgment.

There are no superfluous eyes, no superfluous words, fierce and bloodthirsty, and murderous.

Sensing that Mo Qingchen's aura was a little more fierce, Nan Shiyan put away the jade fan, condensed the spiritual power in his palm, and waved it at Mo Qingchen without hesitation.

Mo Qingchen pulled his lips slightly, and also raised his right palm to meet it.

Suddenly, there was a melodious flute sound from the enchantment, light and elegant, as if there were endless words, low and whispering.

The moment the two heard the sound of the flute, they invariably shifted their direction.

There was a loud bang, and the palm force hit the enchantment, and the enchantment trembled a few times, and then stabilized after a while.

Mo Qingchen's long body trembled slightly, listening to the sound of flutes, his eyes immediately became dark, he couldn't see the emotions inside, his hand hidden in his sleeve was clenched tightly, and the bones were filled with a terrifying whiteness, but his face was calm.

Nan Shiyan fell aside, his warm eyes glowing with tenderness, and his jade-like face was kind.

When the flute stopped, Nan Shiyan raised his hand to lift the barrier.

In the depths of the vast night, Su Yunran wore a cloak and held a delicate lantern in his right hand, and walked slowly.