The crisis disappeared, and Mulin sat cross-legged and regained his strength.

Suddenly.

At Mu Lin's neck, it was cold and piercing, and the sharp blade was shining with coldness.

A faint fragrance makes people feel refreshed.

"As the saying goes, a husband and wife are a hundred days in a day, and in the blink of an eye, how can they become enemies!" Mu Lin teased without looking back.

Han Mengya!

At this moment, she is like a cold ice and snow lotus, cold and noble, rejecting people thousands of miles away, and she is no longer a good person.

Then.

Mu Lin sighed and said.

"Alas, you are not from the Han family! Like Han Qin, you are here to kill me!"

"Yes!"

Han Mengya, her voice was cold and piercing, and silent tears crossed her cheeks.

"Alas!"

Mu Lin stood up, dragged his heavy steps, and walked into the distance without looking back.

"Why can't you just look back at me!"

"You're not afraid I'll kill you!?"

"Could it be that incident that makes you haunt you!"

Han Mengya, with a cry in her voice, full of resentment.

"If you had killed me, you wouldn't have saved me from Han Qin's hands in the Han family's martial arts field!"

"As for that, don't mention it!"

Mu Lin's words were unusually calm.

After so many life-and-death struggles, some things are naturally clear.

"You ......"

"Poof!"

A stream of blood, spurting far away.

Mu Lin's neck was slightly hot.

He quickly turned around and stepped forward to hug her.

Han Mengya, on her delicate cheeks, she was a little more pale, and her abdomen was pierced by a sharp sword, and the blood flowed endlessly, staining red.

"You're turning back!" she said with a smile.

If the lotus blooms, it is fresh and refined, and the dust is like a fairy.

"Why?" asked Mullin.

"Do I have a choice?"

She tilted her head and passed out.

Mu Lin hugged Han Mengya and walked towards the depths of Luling Mountain.

The wind was a bit cool at night.

Mullin was beside a stream and a bonfire was lit.

Spread a layer of soft grass on the ground and gently place Han Mengya on it.

Han Mengya, her eyebrows frowned slightly, and a touch of pain faintly pouted on her jade cheeks, which couldn't help but make people feel distressed.

"Alas!" Mullin sighed lightly.

The blood in her abdomen stained her clothes blood-red.

"She needs treatment!"

Mu Lin reached out and gently untied Han Mengya's waist, and peeled off the group shirt from his chest, revealing the white plain clothes inside.

The hands are a little trembling, the eyes are slightly closed, the hands are picked, the skin is as white as clotted fat, the chest is slightly bulging, undulating, and the proud little blush shines with a seductive luster, revealing pink in the whiteness.

The wound on his abdomen was shocking, and the blood hole was as thick as an arm.

"She's crazy, she's so herself!" Mu Lin wondered.

Mu Lin tore a piece of cloth from her body, soaked it with water, and gently wiped her wounds.

"Hmm!"

Han Mengya let out a groan of pain.

But Mu Lin didn't see that her delicate cheeks were like peach blossoms blooming in March at the moment, glowing with a charming luster.

A moment later.

Mu Lin took out a few bottles from his body, made his own healing medicine, and sprinkled them on the wound.

Carefully bandage it.

Get dressed neatly.

Mulin wiped his hand and sweated profusely, probably caused by excessive tension.

Go to the river and wash your face.

Han Mengya glanced at him sideways, revealing a hint of shyness, her face was flushed, and she quickly closed it.

Mu Lin ran over and gently wiped her cheek with a cloth.

At a glance, it is as charming as a flower, panting, bright and moving.

When you grow up, you will inevitably be captivating the country and the city.

Mu Lin sat quietly beside Han Mengya, guarding her.

Not far away, firewood burns and makes a sizzling sound.

Tonight, I slept very soundly.

She dreamed that a young man in black was holding a war spear and stepping on the Nine Shadow Dragons, with a huge momentum, and came to propose marriage with a congratulatory gift.

Just as she lifted her black cloak.

"Miss!"

A disturbing sound interrupts the dream.

When I opened my eyes, I was greeted by a pretty girl.

"Miss, you're awake!"

"Bang!

Two bursts.

"Miss, what are you doing beating me!" said the pretty girl.

Looking at Han Mengya's angry eyes, it seemed that she was going to eat people. The pretty girl was shocked, the young lady rarely had this kind of expression, she must have done something wrong.

"Miss, I was wrong!" said the pretty girl, apologetically.

Han Mengya rubbed her eyes and looked around.

"What are you looking at?" asked the pretty girl quipped.

Bang!

Han Mengya knocked a chestnut on her head again.

The pretty girl wanted to cry without tears, this morning, she ate three chestnuts for no reason, and she was really wronged.

"Brother Mulin, it's long gone!" said the pretty girl aggrievedly.

Han Mengya, I couldn't help but feel a sense of loss in my heart.

"Miss, the master sent me to pick you up, the mission here is over. The pretty girl said.

"Anything else, missions?" asked Han Mengya.

"Master, I didn't say it!"

"Master, let you go back as soon as possible!"

The pretty girl said softly.

Han Mengya, bowing her head and hesitating.

"Miss, what would Brother Mulin think if he knew that you had deceived him?" said the pretty girl.

"It's just him, elm head, this little trick can be fooled!" Han Mengya secretly smug.

"Miss, this is ......"

The pretty girl's head is knotted.

The young lady's character, she knew, rarely showed this girlish expression.

Han Mengya said reluctantly.

"Let's go!"

Jade waved his hand casually.

A white snow rabbit appeared in front of him, with a snow-white body, sitting sideways on it and soaring away.

Han Mengya, looking at the distant mountains behind her, said with a prayer.

"Brother Mulin, come on, Ya'er is waiting for you!"

"Twenty-first level Spirit Sect!" the pretty girl felt a pang in her heart.

"Miss, wait for me!" cried out the pretty girl behind her.

Riding a crane, follow it.

The curtain falls on the night.

I don't know which beast poured mold for eight lifetimes, but I saw it flicker in front of me and turn into a string on the fire.

Dongfu was also occupied.

Mu Lin, looking at the eyes, the aroma was overflowing, the golden wings, sprinkled with a little salt, swallowed his saliva, and found that he liked the taste very much.

Take a bite of it, the mouth is smooth and tender, and the essence overflows, turning into a pure aura, swimming all over the body, and the whole body is comfortable.

Stoned!

Stretch your waist, there is a crackling sound in your bones, full of energy and spiritual power.

Eighth-level spirit master!

......

Hanjia meeting hall.

"Bump!"

The patriarch shuddered and smashed the Taishi chair in front of him with one palm.

"Little rabbit, it is unforgivable to hurt my son first, and then kill my brother!" he roared!

Everyone was shocked!

The chill turned around, the haze in his eyes was deeper, and dozens of elites of the Han family had no bones.

None of the people who besiege them survived. The anger in his chest can be imagined.

"Patriarch, I just received the news that Miss Mengya was seriously injured and returned to the ancestral land of the Han family!"

"The above is very unhappy with our performance!"

An old servant said in a trembling voice.

The air freezes instantly!

"Little crumb, I'm going to tear you up!"

"All the clansmen listen to the order!

"Kill, thief!"

"Kill, thief!"

“......”

Everyone, morale is high.

Shivering, a vicious glint flashed in his eyes, and the color of greed in the depths was even stronger.

"It's time to ask the old lady out of the customs!"

A hint of sinister flashed at the corner of his mouth as he walked towards the back hall.