Chapter 495: The Identity of Cold Night (5)
Si Lan's fast figure hadn't turned the corner of the dim street, and there was already a figure standing around the corner. Pen | fun | pavilion www. biquge。 info
Si Lan stopped, and the person standing in the dark was not his master Wei Liang, but his master Mo Han. Mo Han stood with his hands in his hands, his figure shrouded in the moonlight, the night wind blowing gently, his hair flying messily, his clothes moving slowly, and his eyes in the dark light were like cold stars in a cold night, dazzling but cold.
"Master!"
Si Lan shouted in a low voice, never expecting that it would be the master who was standing in front. The master blocked his way, and he must have the same purpose as the master. Could it be that when I was in the cave just now, the master was already outside?
"Si Lan, are you going to betray your master?"
Mo Han, who exuded a cold aura all over his body, spoke in a tone that seemed to be mixed with ice. Si Lan unconsciously regressed. He didn't know how to answer the master's words? He didn't know if he was betraying his master by doing this? He just wanted to protect Su Wanqing, even if the price was a bit heavy. However, he really didn't want to betray his master, even if the master treated him like that, he would be dead.
"Don't speak, is it a tacit acquiescence?"
Mo Han asked coldly, and his eyes in the dark light shot into Si Lan's eyes like cold arrows, making him tremble all over his body and feel pain in his heart.
"Division... Master... Slam just wants to...? ”
Silan took the dementor gourd out of her sleeve, looked down, and clenched it tightly, no, he couldn't hand her over. Her body was occupied by her senior sister, and he wanted to keep her alive.
Mo Han saw Si Lan take the soul gourd out of his sleeve, thinking that he was going to hand it over to him. But seeing that Si Lan was clutching the little gourd tightly, she looked very reluctant, and her slightly softened face was gloomy again. Stretching out his left hand, he tried his best to control his tone, and said slowly: "Silan, give things to the master, the master will not punish you." ”
Si Lan looked up at Mo Han again, the night wind suddenly became stronger, the hem of her clothes was rolled up, her hair was flying, and Si Lan suddenly felt a chill hit behind her. Before he had time to look back, an annoying voice sounded from behind: "Senior Brother Mo, I said a long time ago that this kid Silan is unreliable, and you are too attentive to him to have today's result." His refusal to hand over the dementor gourd was nothing more than a move to the woman surnamed Su. ”
Wei Liang said "moved his heart", Mo Han's body trembled obviously, and the coldness in his eyes was instantly replaced by anger. Silan's heartstrings tightened a little more.
Mo Han's hand was still outstretched, word by word, gritted his teeth and said: "Silan, give me the soul gourd, as a teacher, I can open up to you." ”
"Master, can you also open up to Miss Su?"
Si Lan's voice was very unassuming. In fact, he knew that his request was in vain. I guess I was angry by his words! The master's eyes became more and more terrifying, and Si Lan unconsciously took a step back, forgetting that there was a Wei Liang behind him.
When he didn't react, his shoulders sank suddenly, Wei Liang grabbed his shoulders and slammed hard, he screamed, his body was like a kite with a broken string, he was thrown dozens of steps away, and then fell heavily to the ground, although he couldn't stand the pain, he was still holding the small gourd in his hand. He gritted his teeth and pressed against his injured shoulder, trying to get up from the ground, but before he could move, a merciless foot had already stepped on his chest.
Mo Han's eyes were unprecedentedly angry, and Si Lan's heart was desolate.