The man in ink didn't speak, just looked at Mu Hanyue quietly, his dark eyes were very deep, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Looking at the red fruit of the man in ink, Jun Moye's eyes suddenly sank, pulled Mu Hanyue into his arms, and looked at the man in ink coldly.

"Your gaze should be narrowed."

Indifferent words, with absolute strength and domineering.

His little moon belongs only to him.

The man in ink retracted his gaze and snorted coldly: "Such an immature woman, this seat has no interest at all." ”

He didn't dare to be interested in this woman, but he felt that the aura emanating from her body was somewhat familiar, as if it was déjà vu.

That's why I stared at the woman, trying to see something in it.

However, it was all fruitless, and nothing could be seen.

His brows furrowed slightly, could it be that he was really from the Orvis Continent?

If so, he doesn't know it.

"Who are you looking at through me?" Mu Hanyue raised her eyebrows and glanced at the man in ink, her cherry lips opened lightly, and she asked coldly.

That look was too strange.

"You don't need to know, it has nothing to do with you." The man in ink didn't intend to tell the two.

I secretly thought in my heart that I felt wrong.

"What is your identity? Where is it from the Shenwu Continent? "No, it doesn't matter, she doesn't have much interest in listening.

She was interested in the affairs of the Shenwu Continent and was also a little curious about his identity.

Who is it that is such a powerful man, who traps him here?

Hearing her mention it, the already deep eyes of the man in ink became even deeper.

"The Demon Venerable of the Demon Realm."

Cold words, with absolute arrogance and majesty.

Just like his identity, Demon Venerable, Demon Venerable, has that arrogant and arrogant capital.

"Killed by whom?" Such a strong strength can be trapped here, isn't it by a more powerful person?

I nodded in my heart, very likely.

The man in ink glanced at Mu Hanyue with cold eyes, his eyes as sharp as an eagle were cold, as if he wanted to destroy her.

"It's just a fact, so can't be mentioned by others, the Demon Venerable of the dignified Demon Realm, is it so small?" There was no trace of fear in his clear eyes, and his eyes looked directly at the man in ink.

The aura emanating from his body was as cold as ever, and there was a hint of pride.

"If I hadn't been injured, do you think I would have lost? Will you be stuck here? The man in ink snorted coldly, his tone was unruly and wild, and the majesty on his body also exuded.

A pair of inky pupils were very deep, extremely deep, as if they were trying to suck them in, and they were all endless darkness.

"Plotted?" Mu Hanyue's mood improved slightly.

"You're happy?" stared at Mu Hanyue coldly, as if she was very dissatisfied with her words.

"I'm not happy, I'm just curious, isn't it really plotted?" A certain woman shook her head very decisively, and said with a serious face.

It was as if to say that she wasn't happy at all, but she was just curious.

Jun Moye beside him couldn't help laughing, a smile appeared in his purple eyes, and his thin lips were slightly hooked, which was fleeting.

"The deity is injured, naturally it is not caused by the opponent, but just at that time, the enemy came to attack."

The implication is that the blind cat encounters a dead mouse, and the timing is not right.

"Who is so capable?" The eyebrows are slightly raised.

"The war between the gods and demons, three days and three nights, the lives were devastated, the blood flowed like a river, and countless casualties ......"