In the towering temple, groups of black-clothed people rushed towards the altar, and the sound of fighting suddenly became a mess, and the wooden frame with tongues of fire scattered out, and sparks and broken wood fell all over the ground.

The black shadow clamped Mu Chujin under his armpit, crossed the wall of the inner courtyard, and flew outside the temple, and suddenly, the rain of arrows behind came as scheduled, sonorously embedded into the wall, if the black shadow was one step later, it would definitely be shot into a hornet's nest.

The black-clothed men fighting on the altar saw that the people had been rescued, and they retreated backwards one after another, their movements were swift and rigorous, without any fighting, running over the wall and disappearing from everyone's sight.

At this moment, the temple was already full of messes, Wang Yitian, who was dressed in sacrificial clothes, his face was full of meat, his chubby body trembled with anger, and he shouted at the panicked subordinates next to him: "Go and chase it!" Just go! Don't let that enchantress go! ”

"Yes, my subordinates obey!"

Wang Yitian raised his foot and kicked at the retreating person, staring at the big eyes of the copper bell and watching his subordinates run out of the duck with rolling and crawling, his face showed a trace of satisfaction, others should be like this when they see him Wang Yitian Lord Wang, they are both respectful and afraid, they are their own dogs, and their task is to be loyal to themselves and serve themselves comfortably. But—

As if thinking of something, a trace of gloom flashed on his fat face, Mu Chujin must die, otherwise this time is tantamount to letting the tiger return to the mountain, he always has a premonition, if Mu Chujin is still alive, he will definitely find him to take revenge, so that he will not die well!

Thinking about it, thinking about it, the eyes of the ice and snow floe like crushed ice slag appeared in front of him, like a sharpened frozen sword, with the sharpness of a sword sealing the throat, the terrifying cold murderous aura, and the dark and dark aura.

couldn't help but shudder, but when he looked up, he met a pair of evil eyes, and the cold gaze did not shy away from sweeping himself, from the inside out, from top to bottom, scraping his skin piece by piece.

Suddenly, the red lips hooked, but the dignified Emperor Mu smiled evilly, and the good-looking Danfeng raised his eyes, but invisibly released a murderous aura, as if to say: Wang Yitian, your death time has come.

Seeing this, the ball-like body couldn't stop trembling, his legs went limp, and he collapsed to the ground all of a sudden.

"Aha......" Minghuang's figure raised his head and smiled, the emperor's domineering spirit was revealed, and he turned around and walked towards the inner hall of the Beihai Temple.

Wang Yitian, who was sitting on the ground, raised his sleeve and wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead, still feeling palpitations, he suddenly felt that without Mu Chujin coming to him, his little life was almost over.

As soon as he got up, he staggered out of the hall, and in extraordinary times, it was important to flee for his life.

Da Da Da –

Swaying, the wound on the arm rubbed against the horse's back, up and down, and blood gradually flowed out, and the girl on the horseback frowned slightly, and the light blue sleeves had already been stained red with blood.

The eyelashes as light as the wings of a cicada flickered, like a white butterfly flying with wings spread, and the girl twisted her body uneasily.

"Don't move." The low man's voice revealed a hint of tiredness and hoarseness.

Hearing the voice, the person on horseback quieted down, and the girl opened her eyes, with a slight surprise in her eyes, followed by a burst of unconcealable joy that she Mu Chujin was not dead!

Not dead!

She wanted to get up, but she felt her body stiff, a little sour, and after a closer look, she found that she was thrown on the back of a horse like a rice bag, and looked up at the mountains and woods that were thrown behind by the foal, and there was a trace of sourness in her heart, did she want to be a fugitive?

Hum......

As soon as his eyes were closed, his bruised cheeks were mixed with a hint of pain, but with a hint of joy, and these two contradictory emotions were all over his face, gradually becoming distorted.

Painful and happy.

"Uh-huh......" The man on the horse snorted, and the black cloth covering his face spread from the corner of his mouth, dripping down the corner of the black cloth.

Mu Chujin, who was crawling on horseback, suddenly felt that his face was wet, and he wiped the back of his hand, and when he looked at it, it was actually bright red blood, which seemed to have a faint warmth and fishy smell.

She craned her neck as if she realized it, glancing at the man out of the corner of her eye, but this kind of movement was still difficult for her with her butt facing up and turning over on horseback, "You, you're hurt?" There was a hint of panic in her tone, she Mu Chujin wanted to live, and she didn't need others to fight with her life, because she no longer had the strength to carry another life, and what she owed to others had to be repaid, including her life.

The black shadow did not squeak, the horses on the grassland were still galloping and running, and the hundreds of pursuers behind were still following closely behind, with the momentum of never giving up if they did not chase them, and the dozens of black-clothed people who followed were under the attack of the pursuers, and fought and retreated, and did not love to fight, because their shadow guards only need to achieve the goal, and success or failure lies in the result, not the process.

No one answered, Mu Chujin suddenly felt bored, raised her head and contemplated the current situation, who sent someone to save her? Looking at the group of men in black behind them, they acted quickly, rigorously, and were obviously trained, and by no means comparable to ordinary killers.

Who the hell is it?

She squinted her eyes and looked at the black shadow in front of her closely, dressed in black, tightly wrapped, the hand holding the reins was rough and wide, and there were calluses between the fingers, which were obviously formed by long-term sword fighting.

Could it be the Shadow Guard?

The dead soldier who personally protects Adi?

Mu Chujin trembled suddenly, his eyes were full of shock, Ah Di did not forget her, he did not forget his sister, he still loved her, or did not give up on her, suddenly, Ah Di's sometimes gentle and evil smile flashed in front of him, he was sometimes cruel, sometimes naïve, sometimes gentle, changeable, every emotion is full of strong love, just like mellow wine, rich and sweet.

At this moment, her heart was full, as if she had been placed on the floor heating covered with blankets, lazy and soft.

When someone betrays her, she can still get Brother's strong family affection, two lives, heh-how fortunate she is Mu Chujian, the crystal rhinestones slowly shattered, turning into tears and rolling down one by one.

Suddenly, the foal was stunned, and Mu Chujin, who was in a bump, almost fell, she looked up suspiciously, and when she saw that there was no rough hand on the flying reins, her eyes froze.

As far as the line of sight touched, on the staggered wild grass, the black shadow had been left far behind, a rain of arrows was deeply inserted in his back heart, a pair of dark eyes were still staring ahead, gradually becoming godless, scattered, the most dilute and then expanded, hollow, mixed with a trace of unwillingness, the emperor's task was not successfully completed, perhaps his biggest regret.