She didn't notice that at the moment when Ji Muwan turned around, an imperceptible white light rushed into Ji Muwan's disbelief, and her pupils turned into vertical pupils in a breath, and then returned to their original state.

After that, Ji Muwan quieted down.

Ling Zhao had something hidden in his heart, because he didn't notice it.

After arriving at the main courtyard, Mo Yun was in the study, and when he saw the two of them, he was a little puzzled: "Is there something?" ”

"I'd like to go to the library." Ling Zhao said.

At this time, it was noon, the sun shone in through the window, and the vase on the counter in front of the window cast a shadow on the ground, Ling Zhao faintly felt that something was wrong, but said it again.

From the moment she entered the main courtyard, she felt that something was wrong.

Mo Yun nodded: "I'll take you there." ”

"Okay."

Ling Zhao turned around as soon as he finished speaking, but after turning around completely, he suddenly stopped, and the sharp wind behind him suddenly attacked, Ling Zhao leaned on his instinct to turn his head sideways, and a hand with green tendons and black nails swept past Ling Zhao's side face.

Failing to succeed for a moment, the black hand quickly switched directions and called towards Ling Zhao's face.

Ling Zhao's pupils shrank, and his body hurriedly leaned back.

After dodging the blow, Ling Zhao quickly fled to the side and looked at the owner of the black hand.

There was no longer Mo Yun in the study.

Second, the owner of the black hand is Ji Muwan, but it is not Ji Muwan.

At this moment, she still has Ji Muwan's face, but her face is covered with strange lines, the lines go down her neck, very weird, her lips are pale and not like ordinary people, sharp teeth are exposed on both sides of the corners of her mouth, and her pupils have become vertical pupils.

"Who are you?"

Ling Zhao looked at her vigilantly.

"What the hell did you do that night? You're not Ji Muwan! ”

"Ji Muwan" didn't say much to her, seeing that her two attacks were unsuccessful, she was furious, and once again charged up to attack Ling Zhao.

Ling Zhao had to be forced to defend.

She has little spiritual power, and when she faces this person who is not a ghost or a ghost, she has no chance of winning at all.

Defeat and retreat.

"Ji Muwan" seemed to be enjoying Ling Zhao's state and kept teasing.

Just like a cat will let the mouse go before eating it and then catch it until the mouse itself is angry to death.

Ling Zhao felt that he was the rat now.

But there was nothing she could do.

She could only watch the aura being exhausted, panting and sitting on the ground, sweating on her forehead, she looked at the playful "Ji Muwan", and a nameless anger suddenly appeared: "Draft!" Lao Tzu is no longer playing! ”

"Mess it up, whatever you want." Ling Zhao directly lay on the ground with his head on his back and closed his eyes: "What is love, kill if you want, scrape if you want." Forget it, don't scratch it, it hurts too much, let me die! ”

She also felt the mood of the mouse.

"Who made you die?"

“？？？”

The sound is familiar.

There seemed to be a "click" sound in his ears, Ling Zhao sat up violently, opened his eyes, and saw a slightly familiar face, the red and purple eyes, and the slightly raised corners of the mouth, who else could it be if it wasn't Mo Yun?

Look at the surrounding scenery again, it has changed from a study to a familiar path, or that place.

Ji Muwan also returned to his original state, but he was lying on the ground, and he was dizzy visually.

Ling Zhao blinked his eyes: "What about the monster who wants to kill me?" ”